
Playing.
Winning.
Losing.
Feeling nice.
(That I am not dying alone…)

Humans running.
Building cars and planes.
Trying to make things faster.
So that they have time to do more things.
Things that they will need to do faster as well.
Until they do more and more things.
Until they do everything.
Until they do nothing…
Until they die…
And in their last breath.
(For the first time)
Watch the morning sky…

Oh, we try so hard to be happy.
That we do not give any attention to the sad truth.
It takes nothing to be happy.
The only thing that really needs effort, is to be sad.
In a place with birds. In a place with songs.
In a cosmos full with pain and blood on grass.
There is nothing to do but smile.
And if you pay attention long enough, you will see the birds cry…
~ Part of Harmonia Philosophica network