Why and where am I going?
Throughout the ages, people have asked themselves these questions., To god, sages and shamans
They got a lot of answers. And stupid, and wise
Sometimes these answers made my head spin., and sometimes I wanted to drop everything and die
Wise men and people took turns, but the question remained
Someone thought, what a little more, a little more and he will understand, how it works and will see the world without curtains and screens in all its beauty
Say, it resembles a pure flowing LIGHT, personifying love, bliss and euphoria
Who knew it, returning to the world, spoke of his illusory nature and the steadfastness of, what is behind it, about the inviolability of God
Why and where am I going?
This world is full of anger and hate, but a lot of affection and kindness
They balance each other, or at least this is what explains the fact, that our Earth has not yet been torn to pieces and scattered as stardust across the endless expanses of the Universe
Even if it happened — nothing special will happen
The world will remain the same and the question «Why and where am I going?» will be asked somewhere on the other side of this world creatures, unlike us
Life and death stand side by side with this question
They contribute to that circumstance, that there is a border between the living and the dead, not allowing to directly talk about, что происходит там, on the other side of the river
It seems to me, what we, like snowflakes, suddenly realized themselves flying down from somewhere above
We fall into darkness, feel the movement of time, seeing the approach of something dark there, down below
Other snowflakes are swirling next to us. Sometimes we collide, to fall down together, обнявшись, forming whole flakes of snow
A gust of wind tears someone away from these lumps all the time and we part with a feeling of longing and sadness., continuing this spontaneous dance
We can't help but fall, can't help but dance
Each snowflake does it differently and you can't say for sure., who dances and falls more correctly and more beautifully
We fall…
Why and where?
One thing is clear
When we reach the ground, we will become something else
Let's pour into a thin stream, carrying in the spring its murmuring and talkative waters somewhere in the distance
Why and where?
The brook carries water without thinking about it
Perhaps in an open space it will be warmed by a hot ray of sun, so that several particles of water will separate from the general flow and go somewhere into the distance
They will rise up, first scared of loneliness and emptiness
But at some point they will see, that other particles of steam rise next to them, it might even seem, that they knew some of them before, когда-то очень давно
Or recently?
Why and where am I going?
These particles will combine to form huge cumulus clouds., rushing over the Earth at the behest of the wind
Thunderstorm!
Thunder and blinding lightning, riot of the elements
And now the first drop rushes down, into the dark, dancing your unique dance
Whatever sages and shamans say, everything happens by itself
Knowledge or ignorance does not change anything
You just dance!
Whirl in the eternal, incessant dance of the Universe, trying to enjoy the flight and short moments of unity with those, who is near
Because these moments are so fleeting!
However
They will definitely be more
In a different form, in a different way
And then the feeling will arise, what was it already
And what else will it be
Whatever happens — do not despair, do not be sad, don't be sad
Even when it's hard
Dance
Just cry and dance
And when it is joyful — laugh and keep dancing, не останавливайся!
After all, there is nothing but dance
After all, the question «Why and where am I going?»…
Doesn't belong to you
He belongs to God
