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Birth and Death of the Trivial Kind

There is magic in birth and death. In birth, the magic is in the enormous potential of the unknown. When you look at your newly born child, there is no way you can know what he or she will become. Later on, you might have some glimpses of their future selves, but in that very first moment, all that there is, is hope, the potential for greatness. It is very similar, and yet very different at the same time, when we look at death. On one side, it is the end; on the other it is the beginning for something new. But above all, it is an opportunity for closure. Even in the very last moment of a life, the dying person can say or do something that could change the lives of the ones present. A simple look sometimes can make us see things in a different light. I will never forget my dad’s last days. We took him to a terribly expensive and a terrible private hospital in Bulgaria. I had the feeling that the staff there only wanted to extract the maximum amount of money from us without giving much b...

A Girl's Lament Under the Candy Sky


Walking in the park is my daily routine. The same trees, the same sky and even the same blades of grass appear under my feet, day after day. And yet, everything is as new as it can be. An assault on my sence of hearing made me look quickly to my left. The bushes and shrubs were covering the base of a huge tree, where, I could guess, a group of girls were arguing with each other. The voice of one of them was overwhelmed with emotion. She was lamenting something, wailing in her sorrow. Most likely it was just some mundane girls' stuff but for her it must have been very important. And somehow an insight struck me how awfully over the top our emotions usually are. At times, even small things make us feel as if this is the end of the world. The sky above was of the colour of pink candy. So ridiculously over the top. 

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