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Skybird · 07-14-21, 04:09 PM

Sorry, but my interest does not even match that little to none I had in the football tournament. Nill. Its not even due to Covid. Its the whole damn moneygrabbing and commercial thing, and the corruption it causes in the organisations, the political lining up with evil regimes if only they pay enough money for it. I'm done with this stuff. All of it.

Durch feuriges Laub gesickertes Herbstmorgenlicht
beglänzt die Ahnung vergänglichen Ruhms,
der einsamen Türme verfallene Zinnen Schattenriß
derweil durchs Gras des Tales kriecht,
Tau mit sich nehmend.
Und der Wind durchwandert die zeitlosen
Hallen aus Stein, gleich einem ewigen Sänger,
kündend von Heldentaten.
Der Könige Ehre, der Krieger Ruhm -
was sind sie mehr als Staub
in den schweigenden Gängen?

Could be said about medals and sports trophies as well. The older I get, the more vain these kind of things seem to me.

But this evening, i had a lonely walk in a nearby small, light forest. Temperature was great, not cold, not warm, the green appeared fresh and juicy like in spring, but the fern was out, and tight on the ground. We have heavy rains here, it was in a break I walked there, and the air was filled with the crackling of the thousands upon thousands of drops of water that dripped from the leaves of the trees. The light was greyish, and fresh, a very mild mist seemed to hover over some parts of the ground, but not too much. It was magic. It was lonely, but it was a good, positive loneliness. The smell of the ground was in the air, moist and heavy. It felt distanced from the rest of the dirty world, a moment separated from the flow of time, clean, purified, fresh, full of life. A bubble inside the turmoil of the world surrounding me from all sides and so near by.

You see, I will remember such perfect moments much longer than anything TV yells at me from during the broadcast of sports fanfares and triumphs and postures. In the end these things mean nothing, and they will not warm me in the coming difficult times of my life.

You see, that walk in the forest just 2 hours ago had kind of an impact on me.

07-14-21, 04:09 PM	#2
Skybird Soaring Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: the mental asylum named Germany Posts: 42,710 Downloads: 10 Uploads: 0	Sorry, but my interest does not even match that little to none I had in the football tournament. Nill. Its not even due to Covid. Its the whole damn moneygrabbing and commercial thing, and the corruption it causes in the organisations, the political lining up with evil regimes if only they pay enough money for it. I'm done with this stuff. All of it. Durch feuriges Laub gesickertes Herbstmorgenlicht beglänzt die Ahnung vergänglichen Ruhms, der einsamen Türme verfallene Zinnen Schattenriß derweil durchs Gras des Tales kriecht, Tau mit sich nehmend. Und der Wind durchwandert die zeitlosen Hallen aus Stein, gleich einem ewigen Sänger, kündend von Heldentaten. Der Könige Ehre, der Krieger Ruhm - was sind sie mehr als Staub in den schweigenden Gängen? Could be said about medals and sports trophies as well. The older I get, the more vain these kind of things seem to me. But this evening, i had a lonely walk in a nearby small, light forest. Temperature was great, not cold, not warm, the green appeared fresh and juicy like in spring, but the fern was out, and tight on the ground. We have heavy rains here, it was in a break I walked there, and the air was filled with the crackling of the thousands upon thousands of drops of water that dripped from the leaves of the trees. The light was greyish, and fresh, a very mild mist seemed to hover over some parts of the ground, but not too much. It was magic. It was lonely, but it was a good, positive loneliness. The smell of the ground was in the air, moist and heavy. It felt distanced from the rest of the dirty world, a moment separated from the flow of time, clean, purified, fresh, full of life. A bubble inside the turmoil of the world surrounding me from all sides and so near by. You see, I will remember such perfect moments much longer than anything TV yells at me from during the broadcast of sports fanfares and triumphs and postures. In the end these things mean nothing, and they will not warm me in the coming difficult times of my life. You see, that walk in the forest just 2 hours ago had kind of an impact on me. __________________ If you feel nuts, consult an expert.