Booking Thoughts

May 6, 2013

Success followed by emptiness. How tragic for a dream to not be enjoyed. We believe and we are taught to celebrate life, yet we bring ourselves down so many times unnecessarily. We’re prepared to fail, but success is a whole different thing. What happens when a dream comes true? Does it die or it keeps on living for eternity until the end of time?

I once had a dream, my dream came true and now I’m lost without anything to look forward to. I’ve lost a piece of myself by accomplishing a dream, I’ve lost one of the main reasons that drove me to wake up every morning and live my life. Yes, my dream came true, but it paved the way for the nightmare to enter my head.

Now I’m here, over-analyzing things, creating problems where none existed. I’m consumed by an ever-burning fire. Being self-destructive without wanting to. I am lost. However, chaos is not decay; it’s opportunity. You rise to the occasion or you succumb to it. The nightmare is feeding off of me, but it can also give birth to a new dream.

Life, dreams, emptiness, accomplishments, nightmares, opportunities. It’s your choice, what do you decide?

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March 4, 2013

Let’s play hide and seek

Have you ever felt so much that you just go numb? Like seriously, how come many friendships end abruptly even though they were years old? Or even worse, how come you end up playing hide and seek with your oldest friends, they hide from you and you have to seek them to save the friendship? Well, here are some of my thoughts on this.

First, it’s true that everyone has their own life and all, that people are busy, that the world doesn’t turn around you; however, this is also a truth: you have needs. It doesn’t matter if you can’t meet with your friends or partners, you still can talk to each other, there are other ways to show interest on the relationship. Yet sometimes you discover things are not always what you thought and that you’re not a priority to the people you’ve always called “best friends”. Rethink your relationships, you don’t want to be the less wanted person on a group of friends, there shouldn’t even be a less wanted person. Don’t seek people who clearly never even wanted to play hide and seek.

Secondly, I’m amazed to have experienced this, even more how huge the change was: from best friends to friends to acquaintances. As time passes by and years begin to catch up on you, you’ll find that some friendships were more fragile than what you initially thought. Eventually, everyone will start doing what they love, you’ll focus more on your life, present and future, and maybe you’ll try to stay in touch with many people, and your friends will do the same as well! Yet truth be told, the worse part of all is realizing that you’re the same kids you were in primary and/or high school, but neither grew old nor grew up, life got in between and you just grew apart from each other until the only thing left in common are the memories of days long gone. Neither is hiding, but both are seeking something which is no more.

Finally, there some cases, the extremely rare occasions, when while you’re hiding because of everything that’s going on in your life, a person will seek you and astonish you at the same time. These kind of people are hard to find, for they appear out of the blue and only when they’re needed, they show their true colors. These are the ones you should call best friends. They care for you, they notice when you’re not around, they are willing to give you space when needed, but also know when to stay by your side regardless of what you yell at the them. Best friends are the ones who seek you while you’re hiding from everyone, including yourself.

In conclusion, what is the game of hide and seek in reality? It’s a way to analyze friendships. A great relationship is constantly alternating the roles, sometimes you’ll get to seek, but you have the certainty that you’re also sought. Both will hide from time to time and both know that it doesn’t matter how numb you feel, someone will pull you out of your gloomy time and shine a ray of laughter into your life.

So tell me, what do you do on hide and seek? What role do you play?

“One of life’s primal situations; the game of hide and seek. Oh, the delicious thrill of hiding while the others come looking for you, the delicious terror of being discovered, but what panic when, after a long search, the others abandon you! You mustn’t hide too well. You mustn’t be too good at the game. The player must never be bigger than the game itself.” - Jean Baudrillard.

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January 14, 2013

Anonymous asked: Hi Thomas! What you write is really inspiring :) could you write something about girls, how they look in your eyes and what you think

There are two things I want to say before answering this. First, I’m sorry I’m answering this till now and secondly, if anyone wants me to write about anything, just ask me :) Oh and thanks for saying all of this stuff is inspiring, such words always warm my heart!

Girls

Girls are a source of beauty,

never a source of pity.

As they walk by and their scent lingers on the air,

an unknown feeling of safety engulfs the surrounding.

It’s strange, I may not like girls,

but only they make me feel this way.

When their eyes fall for you,

when the smiles and laughs are shared,

when the tears of sadness and joy fall down,

when their hands play with their hair

and when their hugs are endless,

that’s when you realize,

girls just wanna fun.

Girls are source of beauty,

never a source of pity,

they deserve more than this,

they deserve better men.

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December 22, 2012

Teenager

But here’s what they don’t tell you, being a teenager sucks. We’re too old to play with kids, too young to be adults and nobody really wants to listen to us. All the other teenagers know the exact same thing that we do and we try to help each other out, but all we can do is support each other because no one knows how to do things.

When it comes to our dreams, adults bring us down calling our dreams too “unrealistic” and we end up learning that behavior which we end up using in schools. They don’t teach us how to fly, they prepare us to become part of a mediocre and defeated world, or how they call it, they teach us how to be “realistic”.

Our opinions are ignored, for we lack enough experience to think like an adult. They have always belittled us and treated like inferiors; something less than an adult, yet too mature to be a kid. We’re trapped in a limbo and we don’t know how to get out of it!

If we try to confront the world and get out of the gray zone the adults threw us into, they criticize us by calling us rebels without a cause who still have tantrums. They ask of us a behavior which we never knew it even existed. They belittle us for not fulfilling their expectations.

And then finally come our emotions. Albeit it’s true that we lack perspective and life experience, that’s not reason enough to disparage the love we feel for another person or the sadness of a break up. It’s not fair to say that just because we’re X years old, we cannot know for sure we felt true love, joy or even real sorrow. Actually because we lack anything to compare our emotions to, they’re more pure than any other. They are pure and strong because they are our first emotions and we shall forever measure every single one of our future experiences with the ones we’re now feeling.

We’re definite and absolute, perhaps even stubborn, but it’s all because we want to be heard. We want to feel good with ourselves, we want to possess the feeling of belonging more than anything else. We’re undervalued, underestimated and misunderstood. We’re dreamers, rebels and curious. We’re teenagers, and for some reason, the world dislikes that word.

November 30, 2012

Without a doubt, this video is one of those diamonds hidden on Youtube. Every single person, specially little kids and teenagers should watch this at least once, so they know that at the end of the day, happiness doesn’t have a price, its value cannot be put into numbers. What are your dreams? What do you desire?

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October 30, 2012

Life

I’ve had very, incredibly few moments where I’ve gotten the chance to put my whole life into perspective. Today was one of them. I was filled with amazement, I don’t even know if I can limit my experience to a single word, but it’s the best I can do. It was as if everything was clear and all the sadness and doubts faded away. It wasn’t nihility what I felt, it wasn’t happiness either. The closest thing I can say to describe that feeling is that I just was.

During these past 11 months, family, friends and acquaintances have all had an opinion about my life. What should I study, what should I take as priority, the way I should live; everything I did was questioned. Yet I found a shelter, a place where I could stay safe and enjoy myself without being judged. Writing. I wrote to ensure myself that my feelings would not go unheard, to let others know that they’re not alone, that someone out there understands them, for I’ve felt misunderstood too long now, I’ve felt lonely and even sad because of it. Yet writing was my safe place, it was reason enough to keep on going.

The main thing everyone criticizes is my obsession of details. When a small thing crosses my mind, I cannot stop thinking about it. It’s slowly resembling an OCD behavior. However, just because I’m overwhelmed by the stress my behavior brings me, does not mean I want to change. This obsession of small things often allows my mind to be blown away with details that go unnoticed to the majority of people. My happiness is based on these things, these marvelous, incredible and amazing thing that are underrated. A song, a sentence, a scene on a movie, the way someone said certain words, a short speech; anything can be wonderful, you just got to open your mind to the universe.

Here’s what I believe the most underrated thought of all times: being alive. Being alive is full of possibilities, being alive implies that you are more than the sum of your parts, being alive means that you’re a product of the universe itself, you’re life itself, you’re the miracle of life, you’re alive. You’re not small or insignificant, you’re enormous, a giant if I daresay so. You’re connected to the universe and therefore to every single other living being there is, you belong here and now. You’re alive.

Perhaps I may not accomplish much to the standards of society, my friends or my family, yet deep withing myself, by writing this single article, I feel whole. The feeling might last a day or two, maybe when my head hits the pillow it shall disappear, but the truth is, it is written on this text. This day, this moment made my life worth living. I may not experience something like this in a while, but that doesn’t matter. Life is good enough and even though sometimes it’s hard to remember that, it’s worth living. Never settle down, don’t strive for the acceptance of others and don’t let others’ standards break you down. As you long as you are you, as long as you are alive, you’re the only person who’s allowed to have an opinion of your life.

“A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.” - Colin Firth, (George Falconer) A Single Man

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September 3, 2012

Alice And Wonderland

She was rather unique,

no one truly understood her.

Out of all the creatures in the world,

she never knew what fear meant.

Fearless as she was,

she entered the woods only to find a peculiar friend.

He was smiling, he was creepy,

he was the one and only Cheshire Cat.

He spoke and laughed, laughed and spoke.

Riddles came out of his mouth,

teeth showing madness all around.

The March Hare dipped sugar in his tea,

the Mad Hatter threw his sanity at him.

Both danced and talked, drank and laughed.

She met a queen, the Queen of Hearts,

but alone she was not,

the dumb King ruled with senseless thoughts.

Along her journey, a caterpillar she met.

He smoked and wisdom turned into words.

But it was not these friends that showed her insanity,

it was the shadow figure behind her.

“But Alice,” - the man said.

“This is not Wonderland, no one’s mad here.

Cats don’t laugh, there is no Hatter with a hat,

hares do not drink tea and the royalty has disappeared.”

Young Alice rejected the idea,

or was it the man who rejected her?

He accused her of being whack,

she never accepted his thoughts.

Yet one can only wonder,

was it madness all along,

or just a plain wrong world?

August 18, 2012

What is one?

What is one in a world where nothing is the same and everything is different? What is one in a world where everyone’s equal, but distinct at the same time? What is one in a world where some enjoy luxuries of having it all, yet others have nothing? What is one in a world where one’s younger at dawn and older at dusk? What is one in world where nothing makes sense, but we live our lives pretending everything is completely rational? What is one in a world where while somebody’s dying, another person is giving birth to a child? What is one in a relative reality and another socially accepted? What is one in a reality in which we embark on journeys across the Universe to find more about other planets rather than our own? What is one in a world where humane seems to be destructive and bestial gives the promise of life? What is one in a world where the conceptions of good and evil don’t exist? What is one in a crowded room while listening to silence? What is one? What is humane? What am I? What are you?

It makes you wonder, doesn’t it? If these ideas, these questions don’t seem to provoke some sort of personal struggle, ignore them. Yet, if they made you stop whatever you were doing at the moment and forced you to try and figure some sort of answer to some of them; if you’re curiosity of how did we end up in such a situation is stronger than the desire to procrastinate; if you’re thinking right now, then I have done my part.

“Everyone in this room is a great thinker, now that we’ve got them thinking! That’s always the trick, isn’t it?” - Ramtha

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July 4, 2012

Confessions of a stranger

I’ve been many things in a very short time. A wise man sharing knowledge, an idealist fighting against the established world, an academician who studies society, a drunk surrounded by friends, an entrepreneur of the truth and a skeptic of justice. Yet today I’m something different. I’m just a simple teenager; a teenager in love.

I have to admit, this emotion that I feel inside of me has taken me to places I didn’t even know of my myself. It’s some sort of ecstasy that no matter what always accomplishes to raise my spirit. It’s as if I had an addiction to a harmless thing and there aren’t any side effects. I’ve heard other people calling this feeling “love”, I guess I’ll do the same.

However, it’s strange, for I’m not in love with someone I know. It were your eyes and your smile the ones who enthralled me. I saw them for the first time six months ago and life got inbetween. My memory forgot and ignored their existence. Two months after that, the eyes and the smile came back and my body felt love again.

Yet this time another thing captivated me: your voice. All the forgotten emotions returned and grew stronger with the passing of time. Green eyes, a shimmering white smile and a sweet and delicate voice. They showed some kind of inner calmness, some sort of genuine happiness. More than once I wished to approach you and get to know the personality behind such marvellous attributes, but something kept me from doing so.

It’s an idealized love. We’ve never talked, we’ve never said a word to each other and we’ve had a conversation. I feel like I know you, but at the same time I know nothing of you. The image in my head is the one of your green eyes, your shimmering white smile and your sweet and delicate voice. Yet I’m lacking knowledge about your personality.

I feel vulnerable around you, but not in the bad way. I stop being a wise man, an idealist, an academician, a drunk, an entrepreneur and a skeptic; all my characterisitcs disappear when you enter the room. I become something more humane and I feel happy and joyful. When I see you, I understand that there is much more in the world than what I originally thought. There’s a mystery impossible to comprehend, but your memory seems to help me understand the unthinkable.

I’m in love, but of what? In order for you to feel love, aren’t you supposed to see beyond the darkest secrets of a person and understand that his flaws are what makes him perfect and that they are the main reason why you feel that ecstady and rush of adrenaline when seeing the person? It’s sad, I feel like I know you, but it isn’t so. I know your name, but you don’t know mine. I’m a stranger and you manage to rock my world.

Anonymity is my ally, or maybe my curse. I love you, but from affar. I dare say it aloud, but never in your presence. My blind eyes, my hidden smile and my silent voice keep me in the shadows, or maybe they steal from me the posibility of having a future with you. My identity is my secret, the mystery of my life. Your identity is my joy, the answer to the mystery of my life.

You’ll never hear my words, but I remain secure that one day my blind eyes and your green ones will meet, that my hidden smile and your shimmering one will laugh together and that my silent voice and your sweet and delicate one will share words which existence is only known to us. I’m a teenager in love hidden behind a passionate anonymity.

“I hope someday you’ll find all my quotes, all my words, and read them all. I hope you’ll know that they’re about you.” - Unknown.

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June 21, 2012

I’m just tired…

I know this isn’t what you were expecting, but I just am. I apologize, for this is not what you want to read. I promised you articles and rational thoughts, questions and inner renaissances; however, this time I’m unable to deliver what I promised you.

I’m tired, sad and crying. It’s been too much and so I smile. I smile because I can’t cry. Tears never form in my eyes. I smile, but it’s not a happy smile, it’s a sad smile. And I’m exhausted of smiling, but I still do it because it’s all I know how to do.

Anyway, excuse me, but I can’t give you anything rational this time. I’m confused and maybe even broken inside, but time will clear my mind.

Tonight I shall die and tomorrow I shall be reborn anew. With every new day, a life ends and another starts. I just need some sleep. I’m just tired…

“It’s OK not to be OK.” - Jessie J.

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