All posts tagged: #human

Lost Beauty

“Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson) I am writing this post on my flight from Rome to Helsinki. While being in Rome, I was pondering about beauty, maybe as Jep Gambardella in Paolo Sorrentino’s film La Grande Bellezza. We have many values which construct our ”directions” in our lives. One likes driving a car, another ”travelling” every day by feet; in a same way, for one lying is a natural part of his everyday life, for another lying is the last choice and a sign of ”state of emergency”. These many values from gratitude to faith are creating personal moral paths. One of the most interesting and captivating realities is that each person has his own understanding for example of hope, faith, love and wisdom. Beauty is also an inseparable part of our self-awareness and consciousness. All this sounds very nice but in reality there are some tricky aspects in our understanding of the beauty. Our social systems and media give us very often, I could …

Circle of Indifference

Dear readers, I believe that if we all together could do every day “little things” which work out “big things”, our planet earth could become more lovely place to live. Just to give a hand of help, smile to people, thank, give money if needed… In my opinion, we have forgotten to understand what others do need. We have forgotten to be tender and sensitive, such as a Russian dramaturge and author Anton Chekhov who looked at the world with an eye of an angel, a creature not from this world, with an ability to understand what is happening with a person through hands, eyes, tender legs, walking style, breath, voice and even silence. Very often, when I am walking on streets, asking people how’s the life in the countries they are living in or meeting persons after a hard hangover, I hear “Everything is fucked up, fucked up…etc.” Do you want to accept it or not, but we have always some part in this process called “fucked up”. How? Maybe we are not always, …

Time to stop the time

Dear readers, I haven’t been writing for a long time, but time has come again, and I am glad to share with you once again something of my spontaneous thoughts. We live in the times when we haven’t any lack of information (except developing countries). We have everything from books to internet apps which tell us what to do and even how to think, which sometimes sounds very tricky. Although we haven’t any lack of information, mentally we have become more nervous, depressed, lazy, tired and contemptuous. We have sometimes a feeling that we know everything, but nevertheless we do not know nothing. Continuous stream of information passes us by, and we haven’t even time to grasp it. I am pondering if it is a good or a bad thing. What do you think? Let’s look at this from the next point of view. Since a little child I was asking always myself what is the difference between being intelligent and wise. I see very often little children who feel pressure about their homework and …

In Search of Lost Beauty

Paolo Sorrentino’s La Grande Bellezza is a poem about human being’s spiritual evolution and a meditation about solitude of the exceptional people. Russian poet Fyodor Tyutchev has stated a long time ago that Russia can not be understood rationally and grasped with the mind. I have to reject the poet’s privilegy given to Russia by saying that also Italy and especially the film The Great Beauty directed by Paolo Sorrentino can not be understood rationally as well. Even at the 71st annual Golden Globe awards Sorrentino confessed firmly and shortly that Italia is a crazy but a beautiful country. In many circumstances identified as a new La Dolce Vita, Sorrentino’s masterpiece continues, without any doubt, the Italian cinematographic tradition of the 19th century, the tradition of Italian directors such as Fellini, Rossellini, Antonioni, Scola and Blasetti to name a few, and their visions of “universes” with strong emotions, gaps of life and absurdic tension of love and death. Only one truth is incontestable – each person, each spectator finds own truth, his or her own …

The Art of Love

My dear readers, I would like to share with you a little post about love. Maybe it is good that I am not telling very much about such a mystical and magical power, called love because maybe no one is able to tell all about this eternal entity. We all, we have had without any doubt moments in our life when we have hated and loved someone or something. It is a natural part of our existence. We are people, and we have emotions. In spite of that, in my opinion, we should controllate our emotions or find a sort of moderation in our everyday life. These two forces – hating and loving have different kind of functions: when we hate, we destruct, and when we love, we create and co-create. Theoretically, we understand the difference between two emotions, but pragmatically, it is sometimes very difficult to separate them. I mean that loving and hating are close to each other, which is sad. When many people stop loving, they sometimes replace love by hate. I …

Letters of past and present

We are living in complex and interesting times. Probably everything happens on internet, via all kind of digital networks without any physical trace and even history. Each day we deal with computers, smart phones, pads; with hundreds of e-mails, posts, tags, likes and comments. Nearly each person (exceptionally not in many developing countries) have a right to decide what to read, look at, watch, accept, refuse etc. We change history: we have a right to delete for example concrete messages from our inboxes. When someone has deleted a message, there is no more any footprint of it in our reality. Maybe it is nevertheless still airing in the complex corridors of digital world, but you can not grab it anymore. New era of digitalisation has many useful and helpful aspects in resolving problems and even in democratisation of knowledge. We have more liaisons with other people than before, but on the other hand the essence of our communication has become more faceless and fragmented. Sometimes we write even without any reason, any consideration, just for …