Once I
lived in a big city. Once I used to wake up in the morning to get ready for
work while it was still dark. When I got back from work it was dark again as I
had to work all day. I couldn’t see the sunshine at all for a long time.
Fortunately, there was a suitable substitution for the sunshine as a result of
high-tech achievements. Neon lights coming from everywhere around us with
beautiful nuances compose such a beautiful new color that I have never seen
before. This is a common pattern for an average person originating from a small
town to be fascinated by a commodity which comes along with the pleasure living
in big cities. For a person who has never been through the streets of a big
city this is such an overwhelming situation, that you look everywhere around
getting fascinated by almost everything. “How come that this people are so
organized? How could this buses and underground trains be so accurate and
arrive always on time? Is this development a reflection on people’s mental
structure?” I started me asking myself. “I guess any development or inhibition
of growth rides on people’s mentality or perhaps, just perhaps it is a mixture
of several causes. Who knows?”
You wake up
in the morning, you prepare your breakfast, you wash up, you have your morning
coffee, you exit your house, you go to your bus stop and you wait for your bus
at 5.36 a.m. You finish your job late in the evening, you come home, you have
supper, you wash up, and you go to bed.
The
following day you have to repeat the same procedure and the following day and
the following day. Finally, Saturday comes up, you could relax for a while,
your wages are paid and you can enjoy the fruits of your labor. You can go to a
disco, have a few liquors and then gradually you become relaxed and sluggish.
Your body is relaxed now a bit, your natural instincts are in order again and
you can venture yourself in some indulgences.
On Monday
you repeat the same cycle, over and over again. After a few Mondays the faces
in the bus you go to work with are getting familiar. Now you can realize that
they look like a figure made of wax, so cold, so pale. They are staring
somewhere with their eyes fixed at one single point and probably thinking of
something. After a few Mondays you ask yourself some odd questions: “Are those
blokes aware of my presence here in the bus. I am aware of their presence here
in the bus, but are they aware of me. How could they be aware of me as they
have never had a look at my face? “When I think better no one of these people
all around the city have ever looked me in my eyes, apart from some people who
work in stores when I go shopping or a clerk in an office. I guess out of
politeness they never cast a glance at my eyes directly. I walk through the
busy streets of this crowded city, we all are so close to each other but no one
is aware of my being.” People in this bus should be my family, they should hear
me out when I have something to say as I travel with them everyday”, I am
thinking. “And all these lights have lost their beautiful colors and all nuances
vanished”, “where have these lights gone?” No problem. I will get some new
lights in a new bus” , “I will get some new route to work”, “even though it is going
to be longer route the lights around me will be new, more beautiful, more colorful.
Faces will be newer, milder, gentler, and less polite. That would be perfect”.
I ride in my new bus and it was full of people.
Despite the fact that there is no room for more then 50 people there is far
more in it. I couldn’t see the end of the bus to whichever direction I cast a
glance. And here a miracle comes: All these people are naked except for a small
piece of cloth covering their reproductive organs. They are all dancing around
a bonfire. Males have long beard, long hair and females got some kind of
decoration pierced in their noses. The weather is cold as it is night and there
are no trees around us. It is so deserted and inhospitable area. It is so dark
that I can only see the light from the fire burning my face. Now when the dance
is getting finished one male of the ritual approaches to me and starts talking
some language that I can’t understand. He continues repeating but I am sorry to
not understand him. Then all males and females lay me on the rocky ground
pointing their index fingers in the sky. It is clear so I can count millions of
stars up there different in their size and illumination. The tribe is trying to
communicate with me pointing their face up in the sky. The stars are so
beautiful, there are no different colors only metallic color descending from
the stars, from all those children of the universe. Should I feel beautiful, excited
and agitated now exactly as I felt before looking at various colors? Or should I feel calm knowing that
metallic color makes me swim to an unknown direction. Is this rejuvenation real
without fear of unknown? Why I am not afraid? Do I know the truth now or I just
hope of the truth?
If you live in a big city
the first thing that can be used as a remedy against depression is a CHANGE OF
DAILY ROUTINES. For example you can change the route to work.
Some scientists also claim that city lights can
spur some mental disorders as those can prevent the “light of life from stars”
from shedding our bodies. We need to look at the stars at night and to be aware
that our Sun is also a star and thanks to the stars we are alive. Stars are our
grandfathers and all the elements we are composed of are actually all created
on the stars originally. Stars are the source of energy and without them we
can’t exist. Stars are composed mainly of hydrogen and helium as well as all
other elements.
There are some theorists who believe that our
destiny rides on the influence of the stars. On a large scale I agree with
them. Reconnect with them, reconcile
with the fact that everything has its beginning and its end and show deep
respect towards the stars too as they have their beginning and their end as
well.
Human life is just a crumb of extension of
star’s life. We share the destiny of the star, we are getting born and we die.
The same applies to the star. The only difference is that the star lives much
longer then us. Comprehending this awesome fact that even stars which live much
longer then us, actually billions of years, will eventually die should give us
a peace of mind and confirms that everything has its beginning and its end.
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