Today, Thursday is a kind of an ordinary day. I travelled in the train from home to school. ( What takes aproximately 3 hours, 200 kilometres and 4 euros 14 cents to pay / actually the price of the train ticket was risen about 10%. I thought it would have been worse, but I find it ok, before I paied 4 euros and 1 cent/). SO, Cool.
Having one lesson in school did not learn me anything new. "How crucial !" As usually. I still ensure myself that sitting in school makes you fat, mentally flat, tired and sometimes sad. Motivation, emphaty, creativity, leadership or analytical thinking? Ha - ha - ha. The school is the last place to look for them in, but at least you can hear about its existance there. Luckily, if you come across good tutor. Luckily, you are simply lucky.
Anyway, that is nothing important. Sitting in school now means to me: NO EMOTIONS.
Hovewer when I went to school, I crossed Trnava ( small city where I study) and passed a homeless woman selling the newspaper Nota Benne. It is newspaper sold for 1 euro and 50 cents, from which the part of money is given to the homeless seller. I saw her, that old blond woman, from long distance. So, I had time to prepear myself not to look at her when she would ask me to buy the magazine. Just quietly pass her, that was the aim. But I am stupid ( nothing new). I looked at her. She was so sad, asking for buying one piece. Fortunately or Unfortunately for me I forgot money. ( To forget my identity documents, money, mobile phone is my favourite habbit - just explanation, no excuse.)
I started to think about it. How person, even old, blond woman can become a homeless. She had quite good teeth. (I am missing two teeth in front, so. And I am nothing but no homeless. The teeth for me is the criteria of healthy and good life - another explanation.) So then, after 10 minutes thinking and imagining scenario how you or I can become a homeless person I came to conclusion: this can happen to anyone. Even to me. Life is hard. Today, I guess ( and hope I am not right) there have to be so many weak people in the world outside. They fall down and are not able to get back. Am I weak, endlessly stupid if I feel sad for them. I know there are people who does not care who does not even think about it. They just pass leading their own way.
Should I be the same? Symphatising with them is one of a good way to become weak and weaker, or is not it?
Hovewer, to be positive. I love autumn. I love warm colours of the fallen leaves from the trees on the ground before they will shade away with the first snow coming. ( Like homeless: fallen leaves of the society which are slightly shading away before first snow. Then they disappear. There are many of them. So nobady cares. Next year we will have new ones. And circle does not end. Never. Ok, it is enough about homeless scenarios.)
To walk in the leaves with your shoes, listen the shouschouting ( this word is word of mine:D, it might actually exist, I do not know ) sound of them. Beautuful, nice, funny, lovely, ... So we are in November.
I ended my day with doing the poster for one event. Violet and yellow. Nice combination. I like it. Eventhough they are not autumn colours or homeless colours. ( Or actually, they might be homeless colours, homeless people have to have also favourite colours. So homeless colours.)
They perfectly fit to day, in my day.
It was god day today. Not perfect.
This image is not mine. I downloaded it from here. http://townipproject.wikispaces.com/Homelessness ( I do not know who is the author.)
This image is not mine, neither ( I do not have time to take photos now). It is made by photographer Meridav ( I do not know him) and downloaded from here http://www.123rf.com/photo_5663380_autumn-walk-with-copy-space-woman-walking-in-the-forest-on-a-beautiful-fall-day.html
And this is mine. Hovewer, not a photo.
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