After some requests to post something again, I decided to follow these wishes. As life changes, writing changes. Many blogs don’t survive the student life, many blogs morph into image dumps, unnecessary outlets of self pitty or one-topic centric hubs. I never wanted grundstil to become anything of that sort. Just as life evolves, so does my web presence. So, I don’t know how this blog will continue, how my domains will be used, but for now I still have input to feed into my outlets. Here we go.
Night bus
The stench of alcohol in the air
The red eyes, the sunken heads
The bright smiles, the dark hearts
The gesticulating arms, the kissing lips
The loud emotions, the private concerts
The lonely hopes, the hot love
The standing, the sitting, the getting on and
getting off
The riding
Fall has cometh
When the air becomes cooler, the leaves turn color, the first shuffling through the foliage is heard, when the sun is low and golden, when the jacket sill fits, when the sky’s so blue, when wind gusts change your hair, then melancholy, sweet, merciful melancholy enters your heart. A great luck, a great gift slept your hand, fell into the stream of life, its waters carrying it away. Trying to recover it would only lead to drowning.
The stream of life carries you just where you need to be, struggling against it’s will won’t help. So once you let your luck slip away, let it be. Life is nothing but a stream and you just might be lucky enough to float in the right passage. All you can do is splash with your feat to slightly adjust your course, but mostly you can wish for the luck of life to be nice to you.
And as you walk underneath the golden trees, thoughts like these creep into your heart and you reflect the passing year, the passing years. Slowing down, you take inventory to see what was lost and what was gained. And just as the leaves fall down from the tree, every year anew, the stream of life cannot be altered, cannot be stopped. Even if you want to palm luck in your hand, one day it will drop into the water, one day you will drop into the water. Just as old leaves will fall, new ones will grow. Holding on to old ones will only let you follow the late greenery’s fate.
But the stream of life will push you on, will not let you stop for long until you reach your destiny. And all you can hope for is that you’ll be lucky enough to fall asleep at the right place, when life asks you if you enjoyed the ride. Only some of life’s turns are our decission to make.
There is one thing we must learn while we float along the scenery: Even when life hurls hazards your way, even when you nearly drown, learn to make wise decisions. Pray for the wiseness to realize a great luck, a great gift when you hold it in your hands, because some gifts part you if you don’t realize what you have. Sometimes luck leaves you as fast as it got to you. Just remember to not drown when these things happen, because just as a things leave you when you’re unlucky, they come to you when you’re lucky. Then, pray for your wiseness to realize and feel the warmth of the luck and gift, and never let it go. Until live parts you. Until you reach your destiny.
