THERE IS ONLY ONE ESCAPE FROM THE WORLD:
SEEING IT IN THE MIRROR OF A WOMAN'S EYES

Some people live for others - kids or parents.
Some people live for money.
Some people live for fame.
Some people live for approval.

What are you living for?

The main problem of people in general, is the aimlessness of their life. They have nothing to structure their time, nothing to live for, nothing to die for. They are at loose end, trying one thing after another.

Having said that I must add I have one thing going for me in spite of this aimlessness, and that is a feeling of surprise. I've always being gifted with astonishment of being born in this world, at this time, with an observer attitude without having to worry about what is happening.

The lack of meaning of my life I have replaced with the honest observation and laughter. I clearly see that in my life nothing has any value, unless I imagine it does. And that is hilarious.

The humanity can't stop its struggle against aging. We are all fighting against nature for decades and centuries without hope to win. We are going to lose and end up muddy, humiliated and without meaning. Old age has no mercy.

Desperate attempts to use creams, running, going to gym, having a new car and find a new, younger woman will only prolong the inevitable. As it should.

You'd your youth, you'd a good days, if you played it bad... so what? Fuck it!

The aging process begins somewhere in the middle of thirties, depending on whether you're made out of less or more shitty material. The aging is most visible in 50s. People have anguish over their 30th birthday and try to hide their 40th, it is with the 50th that most start to actually see themselves as beginning to be old. Why? I'll tell you...

In 50s you're gaining weight like never before. Except for a handful of people whose metabolism is so fast that it can neutralize the fatty steak eaten in five afternoon with a bottle of wine, all others are sentenced to gain weight - this is the first sign of 50s.

It comes with that age, marriage, divorce, children and work... you're purely destined to became a cynic. You start strongly believing that people are motivated by their self-interest rather than acting for unselfish reasons. But you fail to see that your own future is more important than the moment in which you are... and that is a definite sign of 50s.

You used to wait for the weekend so eagerly; you used to put on the most beautiful shirt heading straight after work to a bar to meet friends and to drink. It takes 50 years and the desire for the Friday night out gradually atrophies, you find yourself at the place when your partner must force you to get out of the couch. You just have no interest to mingle with the crowd, to pay for a beer six times over the price and to wait your turn to pee.

People don't have a life of their own, they live for their children. I'm tired of all this bullshit I have to listen to about children. That's all you hear about, everywhere... Raising children is getting entirely too much attention.  

Regardless if you're married or divorced, single dad or a working mom, who think you're such fucking hero for raising kids, aren't going to like this words, but somebody has to tell you for your own good: your children are overrated and overvalued, and you've turned your life in a wrong way. Eventually you'll be disappointed...

You live for and instead of your kids, and it's not healthy. And don't give me all that shit, "Well, I love my children." Fuck you! Everybody loves their children; the love doesn't make you special.

What I'm talking about is this constant, mindless concerns, this neurotic fixation that suggests that somehow everything has to revolve around the lives of children. It's completely insane way of living.

Today's kids are way too soft. For one thing, there's too much emphasis on safety and safety equipment: childproof medicine bottles, fireproof pajamas, child restraints, car seats. And helmets! Bicycle, baseball, skateboard, scooter helmets. Kids have to wear helmets now for everything but jerking off. Grown-ups have taken all the fun out of being a kid. What's happened is, these baby boomers, these soft, fruity baby boomers, have raised an entire generation of soft, fruity kids who aren't even allowed hazardous toys, for Chrissakes! - George Carlin


Stop dragging your kids all over town in search of empty, meaningless activities to kill time: scouts, swimming, soccer, karate, piano, tennis, bale, salsa, and who knows what else. It's absurd, just for a moment stop it. You want to know how to help your kids? Leave them the fuck alone!


Sooner or later you will look exactly like your mother.

Why do you love your parents?

The story is short, widely accepted, and it goes like this...

Love, endless love, you have seen the highs and lows in your life but your parents haven’t let you down. They have taken debts to send you for school, they have put the food for you, they have worked off their asses to get you where you are today and you love them because, all you can do to repay their sacrifice, is to love them back!

The story ends there.


Your heart weeps for an orphan child, and you feel terrible when you think of someone being without parents, because you strongly believe that everything that you have now is because of your parents.

There is nothing that you can do to fulfill what they did or what they are doing for you. You can just love them back... trust me, this is a big lie.

Seriously, Why do you love your parents? Are you a princess or prince? Are you a child of multimillionaire? I don't think so. Well, nobody asked you if you want to be born. You didn't chose you parents you just got them, by pure accident.

But lets look at this commonly accepted social observations about parents, your way of superfluous life understanding. The never investigated idea of why you love your parents is taken for granted and repeated by everyone as an untouchable, unspeakable truth. Fuck that.

At this very moment, you are reading this, sitting somewhere on a chair or laying down on a couch, or walking on busy street or sipping latte at a Starbucks, I don’t care where you are, the point is, you have assumed that whatever you are doing right now, is because of your parents.

The truth is... at the same moment when your mom and dad became you parents, at that very moment you became their child. It is a two way street. Their ecstasy ended up in a seed, in a conception of your body. Nine months later, the pure innocence was born.

The new body have been taken care of by parents because that is their responsibility of bringing that body to the world. "You" are nowhere to be found. "You" as you, didn't exist until the body was somewhere between 2 and 3 years old.

Suddenly, you are there, you feel yourself, your are breathing, with every inhale and exhale you feel alive. Do you understand who have given you this feeling? Let me give you a clue, it is not your parents. It is a sense of presence, which in contact with the body gives you feeling of "you".
    
You don't get this knowledge from parents. Being ignorant themselves they taught you only worthless ignorance. And later in your life you praise them. Oh love, endless love.

You have already noticed, when people get older they resemble very much their parents. There you go, you do your living and at the end you end up just like your mom or dad. What have you done in life? Where are "you" in the process?

Finally, you will be dying, sometime, and all what will be left from your worldly knowledge are couple of childhood memories. Everything else will be erased from your mind, just few pictures running in front of your eyes. Thanks to your parents, that is what an ignorant life does to people.