I resign

I Resign
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I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8-year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to return to a time when life was simple.
When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip,illness, and loss of loved ones.

So...here's my checkbook , my credit cards and all my responsibility.

I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, 'cause,

"Tag! You're it."

Vis

Marea infiorata de lumina glaciala a lunii iti sopteste prin freamatul valurilor insa tu dormi adanc pe nisipul plajei. Visezi.
Privesti din afara lumii si aranjezi imaginea ei precum un joc puzzle. Remodelezi muntii, smulgi padurile si le asezi la loc in forme ce par ca niste litere dintr-o limba uitata formand cu ele cuvinte necunoscute pe care apoi le subliniezi cu rauri si fluvii. Imbratisezi campiile si apoi le netezesti culcandule la loc sub soare iar nisipul deserturilor strans in palme il presari redecorand nimicul ramas in jurul marilor si oceanelor.
Cobori inapoi pe pamant. Te intorci la muntii, padurile si marile pe care atingerea ta le recunoaste. Sunt exact asa cum erau cand ai plecat de acolo candva demult inainte de nasterea timpului.
Ramurile si frunzele copacilor se apleaca tot mai mult spre tine incercand sa te atinga iar soarele si cerul pictat in culori pe care ai uitat ca exista iti ureaza bun venit acasa. O muzica rasuna de pretutindeni, sunetele inceputului si sfarsitului inlantuite etern.

Limbajul naturii

De atunci inteleg copacii. Exista printre ei tineri rasculati, vajnici, sunt altii care se bucura peste masura si inalta ode catre soare intr-o singura nesfarsita exaltare.
Exista pomi slabi, cu constiinta neclara, sovaitori si pomi cersetori care-si intind palmele-frunze dupa pomana luminii. Altii sunt niste intriganti ascunsi, intortocheati si rauvoitori sau boieri care se intind peste trupul altora, puritani incapatanati si vanitosi si copaci materni, blanzi, ocrotitori. Exista pustnici care si-au lepadat podoabele si ispasesc nodurosi si uscativi.
Exista copaci indragostiti, jucausi, poetici si intelepti care stralucesc pasnic, inteleg totul si zambesc vazand orice. Sunt femei zvelte, burgheze cu mult rod si barbati puternici ce par ca sprijina cerul sau genii ce filozofeaza solitari.
Dar inteleg si expresiile florilor, apele, vagaunile, pietrele suparate si nefericite care zac la margine de drum si dezvaluirile cristalelor care se desprind sub forma de figuri oculte.
Le vad liniile si toate imi vorbesc prin aceste linii. Isi povestesc esenta, natura, starea si suferintele asa cum astazi in fata unui grafolog probele de scris cu liniile lor multe isi dezvaluie secretele.

Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody

This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anyone could have.