Sometimes I am afraid.
I am afraid that nobody is listening to my words anymore.
Then I feel like someone who tries to explain the people in smooth words and scientific terms - how THEY HAVE to pull down the rain to Earth...
"The 'Rainpuller' is here! Listen, people, what I HAVE to say to you!
- And don't forget to breath..."
But the rain doesn't need somebody who 'pulls it down' - The Rain comes by itself.
I don't want to be a "Rainpuller" - even if you may see me as such - sometimes. ;-)
Can it be you just simply MISSED a CLUE?
Look again!
Take your time and go for the small things.
Look once at those postings with the SMALLEST 'hits'.
Try it.
It's good to see that many people have read the post I was working for during the whole last night and researching over and over once again - for not to mislead you with a lie deliberately.
I'd like to stand for that what I tell you. I want to share what I know and feel - with YOU, dear reader - as KNOW-lEDGE gets more when you share it with someone else - on the contrary of MONEY.
So I might have to think things over how to say them before I make them public. Because I want to be response-able.
But sometimes though, I feel that I have to write straight from my heart - and even it's not my kind of tongue I put these words - they flow like an unpatient spring struggeling for the light.
Hey, most of the things to happen seem to have their own timing. Even when eveything seems to be fast and confusing it's good to take your time. A boiled egg takes 5 Minutes, and a spoiled child may take longer for being 'ready'.
Don't forget it's often the SMALL things that count. A little seed - you won't even see - might turn into a huge tree one day - you just did bump into with your car.
And then you come and cry and protest - and wonder why ME? And DEMAND to KNOW...
I'll tell you...
Because you missed the little seed...
Hope, I didn't steal your time.
;-)
Far Sight 3
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Roger Waters from Pink Floyd wrote these beautiful verses:
Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
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Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find that ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
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And you run and run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
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Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or a half page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in a quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought i'd something more to say...
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Pic from Salvador Dali: "Soft Watch At Moment of First Explosion", 1954
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