The Art and The Artist

How do you say what you mean? How do you know who you are? Art is my language. Of thought, feeling, reflection and doubt. Every art piece is made for (from) a person I know, a situation that happened, a feeling that passed. I sit around and listen to the world. Whatever comes out is this - an object, a creation. I’m no one without my art. My art is nothing without me.

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Dance

One thing I’ve been thinking about lately is timing. This uncontrollable, elusive, unpredictable aspect of life. How many things would’ve gone differently, if the timing was different? They’d still happen (we’re not altering that), but on a different timeline. What if you got that job later? What if your parents had divorced earlier? Had met her at your 25th, not 23rd birthday? I imagine the world as if everyone was dancing.

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Done thinking

I vividly remember a conversation I had with my friend a few years back. We were discussing life-long learning and gaining knowledge; he argued that it’s a duty to constantly keep learning new things - one cannot fully satisfy the never-ending thirst for bits of knowledge. “I don’t want to be smarter” - I countered. “I want to be kinder, warmer, a better listener, be more present”. He was mildly shocked; “but don’t you want to grow?

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I Don't Live Here Anymore

Man in the Internet, part 7 Change is imminent, unavoidable. Whoever embraces change, rather than avoids it, will live. No matter how many changes we live through, how much of our identity we reshape, there’s always that core - the part of us that remains the same. To cherish that core is to be yourself. Moving on is hard, but refreshing. When we help change happen, rather than passively wait for it to come, things often turn out even more empowering.

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Rowery elektryczne Bolt - kilka myśli

Plusy Przyspieszenie niesamowite. Bardzo szybko rusza. Przydatne w sytuacjach miejskich, ale trzeba uważać np. przy pieszych. Geometria ramy (jak na rower miejski) wygodna. Zwłaszcza, że elektryczny, to nie trzeba mocno pedałować. Świetny uchwyt na telefon, mojego niedużego iPhone’a trzymał świetnie. Do tego ładowanie bezprzewodowe. Ameryka. Minusy Cena. No jednak 50gr/minutę to nie mało. Hulajnoga za tyle samo a nie trzeba ruszać nogami. Brak jakiejkolwiek amortyzacji. Na dowolnym krawężniku podrzuca całym rowerem.

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I don't wanna win

Hey Lord, You know I’m tired Hey Lord, You know I’m tired Hey Lord, You know I’m tired of tears Hey Lord, just cut me loose Hey Lord, You know I’m fighting Hey Lord, You know I’m fighting I’m sure this world is done with me Hey Lord, You know it’s true Now the tide is rolling in I don’t wanna win Let it take me, let it take me

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Wojna

NSDAP zostało założone 24 lutego 1920 roku. Prawda jest taka, że ja o wojnie gówno wiem. Dziadkowie urodzeni w latach 1951-57. Pradziadek zmarł w 2013 roku. Nie rozmawiałem z nim o wojnie. W mojej osobistej, rodzinnej prawdzie historycznej nie istnieje coś takiego jak wojna. Istnieją represje, bieda, głód, choroby, tragedie. Ale nie wojna. Gówno wiem. Niech to będzie wstęp do tego tekstu. — Najgorszy w wojnie jest ten obrzydliwy proces odczłowieczania.

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The Holdouts

The rocks have been here for ten thousand years. Never moved away, never came back. Permanently, in the same place. They have witnessed animals long extinct. They have seen our ancestors settle down, wage wars, move away. There is literally nothing more permanent than the rocks. When I think about the rocks, a sudden peace embarks on me. In our world, everything is so very transient. Everything that makes us; our hopes, emotions, memories.

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Dirt

We seem to carry a lot of weight these days. Stress, anxiety, pressure. Both internal and external. All that stuff accumulates. Little by little, piece by piece, fills us up, like a tank. But, at a certain point, we can’t contain it any longer. It boils over. Spills like an overcooked soup. A nasty soup of anger, confusion, and tiredness. It seems being part of civilization, among all of its benefits, also bears a huge burden.

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Turns

There’s no direct path. Never was, nor will be. It’s always zig-zaggy, meandering, taking turns. Sometimes, it feels like you’re going backwards. All that footwork is progress. Every step moves us forward along the path of life. Even if it’s all unclear and muddy. So the best thing to do is to not get discouraged. To consistently continue pursuing this confused path like a mad man. To live; eventfully, gracefully.