My Frenzy Gurus

I start writing this post in a terrible noise that  is shattering my brain cells into pieces.  It is possible for me to stop it but I do not. Do you have a Guru?  Ostensibly, they teach you how to live. They don't tell you vaguely to "try harder". They teach you, they give samples.  But then, it depends on what you are in love with in this life. Books? Then your  Guru is a combination of your favourite authors. Films? Music? Sports? Philosophers? Scientists? Scriptwriters?  There are no particular rules or timings to choose one.  Today, people who come to my mind as possible Gurus would be Rumi and Bradbury.  Rumi - because I desperately need  soothing words when anxiety attacks unexpectedly and Bradbury - because after reading one of his short stories I feel reinvigorated and inspired. Rumi's words embrace your soul like no human hands would do. And Bradbury - well, he tells you to jump off the cliff and grow wings! 

These two, are the enthusiasts of poetry and prose. Below are the words that embraced my melancholic heart today. 

Good Friday, everyone! Welcome to my heart! Oh, that little sweet joy! What a surprise! Look at who decided to pay a visit - my dear old peace! You grew older. You can't walk, let me walk you to a couch. You can relax there. My darling, melancholy, you help yourself, you feel like at home like you always do. Sorrow would like to kiss me on the cheeks? Well, cutie, I have a flu. It's catching. Come, have a seat. Oh, you brought your friends. Well, my heart is big enough to fit all friends of my friends. Here are the shames and regrets! My favourites. They always bring a bar of bitter chocolate.  Welcome, welcome. My dearest friends, I will entertain you today. Does everyone know how to play chess?

Come, come, come...

"With hindsight", we, historians say. Go away, remorse. I don't want to look back. But I still wish.

He who is not used to it, is already resting in peace. We have incredible bodies and souls, we suffer, we survive, we live, despite.