anonymous

usually it is 30 minutes of light music every evening. just music, no one to comment, or to say the name of the pieces the music program presents.

i still remember that particular music that i first listened to few years ago. for almost a couple of months, they kept playing it almost every evening at about the same time. i can't find the words to tell how it was, may be i don't know how it was. it was OK, i kept telling myself, as long as i won't be able to know its name, as long as i won't be able to have it, i won't get attached to it... i won't let it be something that matters.

until the day i turned on the radio and it wasn't there.

i tried to put it out of my head, only because there was absolutely nothing that i can i do to get it, but i failed. every melody, every beat, is so clear in my mind... sometimes i wish i never listened to it, but then i say no, i would never want to miss such a special piece of art.

i turn on my radio everyday, i know it won't be there, i know there won't be any music as good
and i know that no matter how much i listen, those classical notes won't be erased...

i also know that may be, just may be, this piece of music will come my way, even if it is once, every now and then ....

it is Thursday...time for a movie

It stands next to the impossible that anyone can tell what is the real truth. What we know is very little. And even if we manage to think about all the possibilities that can interpret a certain behavior, we will never be able to know which is the right one.

Only the audience can tell. I mean if you are watching a movie or reading a book, you can know the truth. But not the one whose friend left for good without even saying goodbye. This person would be upset, angry and would probably hate everything that reminded him of his betraying friend, but, only you, the reader, know the truth.
You know that his friend didn't betray him. You know that he didn't leave because he didn't care. You know that he left because he cared so much about his friend and didn't want him to suffer, and you know how much he is in pain

Yet knowing is a privilege, that no one can afford.

May be that's why i find books and movies very interesting, for once i find myself in a position where i can get hold of all the truth, something that doesn't happen very often, if not at all.

Besides, what they present is not far from reality so somehow it offers an experience that you get to learn without paying the price.

And even if things were too good to be true... like a true friendship, or people fighting for a real cause, or people working for the greater good... at least you know that you are not the only one who dreams of these stuff. someone else did, wrote his dream on some papers and put it to the world to read or see ...