People are amazing.

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I have so much respect for people that do amazing things, people that go out of their comfort zone, people that risk their life to entertain you for a minute.  People who take pleasure in making you feel amazing. As I said in one of my older posts: There are people who drawn from a glass of water and people that can swim from England to France.

People that dedicate their life to a certain passion. People who give away family to pursue what they love. It fascinates me that some people turn out to be such amazing husband/wife material and some people turn out to be a lone wolfs. People that wonder the world seeing things most of us will never get to. Why? Because people have choices. You make your own life, not one is going to make it the way you want. There’s so many places to go, so many things to see, so many situations I crave to be in, so many experiences I want to go through, so many people I want to meet, so many things I want to learn, the hard way.

It’s mind-blowing how some people have certain principles. Although I hate biology and chemistry, I love what the human mind can do. The places it can take you, surrounded by the 4 walls of your room. Just close your eyes and dream. People that have that ability, I envy you, so much.

I was in college the other day and I had this conversation with this guy, I asked him if he drinks alcohol. He calmly said: “I don’t drink”. I looked at him bewildered, my ignorance not realising the diversity in people. I aggressively asked him if he had ever tried it…….He looked in my eyes and smiled, saying: “I don’t drink”.  He had that look on his face, like he didn’t understand my stupefaction. That’s human nature….

Sure, you have people that stab you in the back for a greater salary, and you have people that think they stole your girlfriend. Of course he doesn’t realise that if you allowed him to steal her, she stopped being yours before he even got there or should I say in there. 🙂

You also have people that annoy me until my blood starts to boil. They’re still people, they’re still fascinating, just not to me. People that have a hard time comprehending logical reasoning. Because everything in this world happens at the wish of a supernatural god that punishes you when you sin. SUCH LAUGH.

I find astonishing this rule people created. I was on my way to college the other day, I took my packet of cigarettes out, realising I had like 18 left I fainted a smile. 20 seconds later, someone walks up to me and asks me:”Do you have a spare cigarette?”. Mind-blowing. Not “I’ve seen you take your cigarettes out, can I please have one?”. No, of course not. You can’t put someone you don’t know in an awkward situation. You have to ask if they have a spare one, although you’ve seen their packet. There are certain rules that we follow, without even realising it.

It mesmerises me to learn about people, to see what makes them tick, what makes them do things, what makes them blindly follow religion, what makes them be so passionate about science, what makes people make the choices they make. I want to know their stories. I want to……KNOW.

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Can you regret a relationship that never happened?

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There are people that can drown from a glass of water and there are people who can swim from France to England.

There are people that don’t see the door open and people that dig their way to freedom from the prison of memories.  Most of the times a relationship doesn’t happen because of others.

Being afraid of making the same mistakes we don’t do anything.  And that’s how you end up regretting a relationship you never had, a love that you aborted, a blossoming soul and you can’t stop thinking whether it would be same or better if you were next to him/her.

You could have been next to her.

You could have illuminated her face and her nights.

The better she is in her new relationship the more you regret she didn’t live it with you.

……but dreams change their address when you wait too long before visiting them.

That’s how we end up regretting tomorrow.

Future is past in reverse.


Yours, A M Maxim

The battle of the seasons.

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autumn scene

I found myself mesmerised by the autumn “scent” today. You know, like that evocative smell after it rains.  All I wanted to do was just walk, enjoy nature.

I realised summer is over. The breeze from the North sea is getting stronger day by day, The air I breath is colder. I remember when Spring started in March, I used to tell myself: “Hey, the air I breath is warmer, not that much wind anymore”. Yin and Yang eh?

When summer starts and women start wearing skirts and make the world so colourful, so pleasant like blossomed flowers. You feel so alive, along with the nature.

Everything is green, the symbol of life. But now nature follows it’s cycle. The trees start to lose their leaves. Metaphorically, they look so sad. And they get sadder day by day, until nature strips them “naked”.

Birds start to flee to warmer places, can you blame them? Who wouldn’t? Ignoring that the only reason We have season is because Earth is tilted I’m going to say that this is nature’s way of making us change something in our life. The worst thing is routine, right? Or so I hear.

We all change our clothes for Autumn, evidently, it’s colder. Trees change their clothes, or should I say, lose them. Birds flee, insects try to gather as much food as possible for the oncoming winter.

AH, WINTER. Sight of animal life nearly non-existent, most animals hibernate. Trees are covered in snow, that of course if You DON’T live in England. :). I’m not a big fan of winter, it’s so quiet, so empty, it lacks….well…LIFE. So, since our survival instinct makes us adapt to all  these changes in our lives what are We doing this Winter? I don’t know about you but I’m waiting for spring. That’s when nature resumes it’s cycle, IT revives. Then I’m looking forward to summer when these mystical yet complicated creatures called women can use the streets as cat-walks to stupefy us with magnetizing beauty.


Yours, A M Maxim