It’s easy to be an atheist when you’re young, healthy, and restless.
Young people cannot understand old people. Old people can (understand young people), but they don’t want to.
I still feel like twelve years old: same dilemmas, same questions, still without answers. Just a lot more trash in my head.
It’s for the young to be opinionated. Older folks should know better.
When you’re young, you want to change the World. When older, all you want is that the World to leave you alone.
While young, we tend to think that life is endless and full of opportunities. It takes getting old to realize how big of an illusion that is.
When I was younger, I was writing poetry (like all other sensitive souls on this planet). Needless to say, I wasn’t much of a poet. But, that wasn’t the reason I stopped writing poetry: the real reason is that I’ve realized that I wasn’t going to intentionally limit the room for my thoughts, by putting them into pre-defined forms.
When I was a kid, my biggest literary influences were comic books (those cheap ones: Marvel, superheroes, etc). I think that I even learned to read by reading those. And they say that comics are trivial!
Birthday celebrations are either for very young or very old. In the first case, they are joy, and in the second – success.
Who am I? Why am I who I am, Is it this consciousness, body, soul, etc? Question par excellence, that was disturbing me since my early adolescence. Without answers, for now.