THE COMFORT OF HARMONY


It is like it is. Ghosts of the past present wherever I am. I like ghosts, they are my friends- yet, I could not live below them.
A healthy balance of happy memories and open and closed books is inevitable if one wants to move on.
Why should one live amongst shadows that still have a voice? Why should one want such extent of harmony- yet does not see the dis-harmony being created?

Friends- we all want to have them. Friends- are everywhere- everyone can be your,my,our friend. But true friends are those who call for no reason, are those who care, who are there whenever you need them, who sing along with you- even if they can’t sing, who bake a cake-even if they have never baked, who paint a picture even though they have 2 left hands, who would after you’ve lost a bet run naked across the town square out of solidarity to you, who would lose a board game – because they know you like to win, who would walk a thousand miles just to tell you they like you, who would buy you an island if they could, who would dare an elephant on aspirin with you, who would paddle around the world with you, who would share the last zip of milk in the desert with you, who would carry you on their back-if you were to lazy to walk, who would eat a banana-nutella-gummibear-broccoli-chicken-pizza with you-just because you made it- and who would always tell you the truth!

Ghosts on the other hand can be alive & / or dead. If they are alive they have once meant something to you, done something to you or crossed your path in one-way or the other. If they are living-ghosts they have some kind of unfinished business with you- or you with them.
The dead ones are those (alive) ghosts who have not managed to settle their business while they were alive.

Perfect harmony is a beautiful illusion.

And illusion is : “An erroneous perception of reality.”