RCS – Business Default

A gentle male voice called out. I didn’t make out what he said, but

 whatever he was saying was enough to wake me up. Above the head

 I had a white plastic bag dangling and it was full

 lepers and foxes. I look towards the man who was carrying her and

 I see that he is whitening his teeth with joy.

 “I can wake you up to poke them!”

 I wouldn’t have thought.

 “Aren’t you cold? Dej, come with me and I’ll cook you a couple of foxgloves

 for breakfast …”

 I was even more shocked.

 I was a 24-year-old mule sleeping under a bridge. I was exhausted

 like anything, knocked down too, I’m probably still on top of it all

 stank. But there was a man who invited me to his place for breakfast,

 even though he didn’t know me.

 Mushroom picking is more than obvious for people with a heart of gold. And although

 I declined that invitation then, his words still haunt me now

 are monitored. We smoked a cigarette together, he marched off

 towards home, and I towards new adventures – in a hug

 nature.

 You don’t get that in the concrete jungle. Dark looks in the dark

 places, among the grayness of sidewalks that are as gray as hearts

 passers-by.

 A person is supposed to have faith in something – in anything. I once believed in

 people. I always looked for goodness and positive things in them. Today

 I know you have to look for the ones like the mushroom with a magnifying glass

 glass. There is simply no tolerance, no real solidarity, no

 love for one’s fellow man. We accept this as something normal,

 instead of really thinking about what race and civilization are at all

 we do. If they claim that capitalism is altruistic and that it helps

 to spread peace and promote development… That may be true but

 what is the price of all this? We are more miserable than ever

 earlier in history, despite the fact that we receive all possible

 applications and services that are supposed to bring lonely people together. Well, that’s not the case

 so – loneliness with every click of the mouse only

 escalates.

 I don’t believe in people anymore. I found a new faith that means a lot to me

 more colorful on the skin. I only identify with the universe, no

 given how abstract it may sound.

 I have my own theories about the origin of the world, about the present of the arduous

 existence and about the future, which keeps knocking on the door.

 Of course, it’s not all black. At least not for some. I can already hear this minority,

 how he shouts and screams: “lajf iz gud!” and “don’t worry, be happy” or

 “you just have to be positive”.

But positivity alone is not enough. Besides everything, you need the most

 a good dose of luck. Is it my fault that instead of a liter of happiness?

 I only get a liter of bad and too sweet wine?

 With the way science has progressed, it would be about time yes

 they invent the elixir of happiness. I could walk into a store or something

 cafe and said to the waiter: “I’ve been feeling worse lately, nothing

 it’s not working out for me, my wife is cheating on me and my business is slow and steady

 in fringes. Give me one, children of luck!’

 This elixir would be measured in parts per million in the same way as alcohol, with this

 a small difference so that luck would stick with you in the long run. Capable

 would be able to judge soberly, make the right decisions and in general –

 I would work in such a way that your personal plan coincides with the one that

 The Universe has it for you.

 I believe that each of us is on this planet for a reason.

 Everyone has a small role to play in the community.

 But sometimes it’s hard to understand what the Universe can have for you

 a completely different plan than the one you came up with yourself. Only at

 death can make it clear to you what you were doing on Earth in the first place.

 I’m sure if scientists put their heads together they could

 coagulated such a potion of happiness. For a short time, everything would go as it was

 must be. I would put life back on track. But immediately

 there is a problem.

In every sport there is the possibility of cheating, but life does not offer it

 no shortcuts. And although some live as if the rest of the world

 it doesn’t exist at all, and they cut down trees and build new ones and new ones

 factories and new and new roads, most of the others can’t afford it

 afford. These moguls make their own luck. I would do the same

 everyone else had to pick up instead of dreaming of brews and

 impossible scenarios that would enable us to live a good life.

 I myself am a victim of such dreams. I wander blindly in dark rooms and

 I’m feeling the walls to find where the switch is because it’s squeezing me

 from both fear and cold. “Even the flowers on the window soon wither,

 if you take the heat and turn off the lights”. Humans need warmth

 just as much as all other living things. Even the animals take care of their own.

 I doubt the elixir of happiness will ever be invented, but I would deserve it

 every one of us. At least those of us who value life and in it

 we see a little more than “who will cross the finish line first”

 or “who will stand on the highest step” or “who will win”.

 Some people live their lives according to these principles. For most of us

 but life is by no means a sporting event and even less a sprint,

 but a marathon.

 You never know… you never know when there will be a mogul who “lies

 sports” enjoys its wealth, landed at the very bottom. Here

 the laws of gravity apply – what goes up must come back down. And

 what is on the ground can only go up.

 Those for whom life is a race have the feeling that they always have to

 there is a lack of time. They will really miss him in the end.

 Everyone else…slowly and with their heads held high. You never know what

 the Universe planned for us. And sometimes all we need is just that

 for someone to offer us mushrooms.