Helpless – fading flower.

I feel so heartbroken. I feel so weightened. I feel so helpless and so useless. And there is definitely nothing more than problems I can cause in each step I take on this globe.

I feel I could crush the sky and all mountains around and definitely smash all glass with my prayers and the flames from my heart.

But who will listen to those prayers of mine? Who, now? From that kind of person I am — and such fervent prayers?
“If I do you a favor it might be better for you not to ridicule me in response.”

But that’s what I’m exactly doing.
How then can I approach the heavens and pray for anything else than that I might have something to eat tomorrow?

Yet whatever evil I might seem. I won’t stop inquiring, asking, yelling, crying till I get some response. I will take my example from Abraham oru Father who had famously implored G-d for the evil guys of Sedom.

I will implore and shout and cry and will not stop bothering and going on your nerves, G-d.

Yet, please notice this:
My prayer is not to give a chance to the souls of the wicked.

My prayer is there to ask for mercy for the soul of a righteous.
Is there any hope for mercy for the righteous in this our world of today?!

Believe me. I will hardly need anything more.

Save that little flower before it’s been wiped out from the map of evergreen, heartless grass.

It has already started fading.

isralike

Quick note

Sometimes I feel my dreams overwhelming me and enlarging my heart and soul, making me feel greater than life. Me and all my goals I strive for to make true.

And then a moment comes, enough to wipe my dreams away. In a minute. With a tune of some emotional song and some pictures fitting to it. And when I reminisce and realise – my G-d, what was I actually dreaming about?

And ideals vanish, ideas float away, every determination and logic is torn apart and makes these images of hope and wish and desire look so cold and ridiculous, simply too far away and too senseless to be reached.

And there had been a time when I was honestly thinking I might get to that, too.
My mother quoted someone saying “Where there is desire, there are a thousand paths to it, where there is resentment, there are a thousand reasons for it.”

Oh, where to find that boundless desire for all my dreams!…
Oh how to make those dreams and their objects of dreaming not to suffer from my lack of hope sometimes! Not to suffer from time passing by…

Isralike.

Vibrancy

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Hello my dear every-now-and-then readers,

this time I would like to share with you a thought on a quality of life called vibrancy.

Good friends have vibrancy.

Good discussions have vibrancy.

Sparkling thoughts which, after that one good discussion or two, can be heard, felt and even seen flying around in the air – all have vibrancy.

A good ride in a car with fresh air and joyful, positive music and good friends altogether makes it all vibrant and exciting.

A song sung with closed eyes out of exhiliration – not alone, but together with others who also close their eyes or leave them open – this is vibrancy.

Good food and good sleep give you power to feel the vibrancy and to experience it fully.

And all this done with a clear mind, an open and loving heart freed of negative thoughts, negative deeds and a hope for the future – all they share this vibrancy of life. I believe you can experience it at no matter what age as long as you possess and make yourself want to possess this pure heart and gain a joy which comes from within of you. When you turn on the music cause it sings within you.

This is a holiday.

Feeling vibrancy tells you – you’re alive.

(Thank you Wuppertal, Rav Aharon, Yana, Basya, Yankel, Sash…)

Isralike

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