Too Kind He parked the car after spending some time trying to find an empty slot. It was always busy that time of year. That summer was too hot, so many were walking up and down, trying to grasp a lone breath of cool air coming from the sea. Locking his car, he looked at the old harbor area. The city hall had transformed it into a very a place where one could walk along site the sea, or sit on the big rocks and fish. He liked it there and although it was most of the nights overly crowded, that place was one of the few that he could be himself. He took a few steps toward the dock and looked up. That night the humidity was more than usual and a thick layer of mist was hovering just below the bulbs of the tall light poles. The light passing through was even more yellow creating a strange dark sepia atmosphere. It was nice. Reaching the seaside, the dock seemed to vanish into a thick layer of yellow mist, although he could see the vague movements of the fishing poles going up and down in some kind of a secret harmonic rhythm. Somewhere someone was cooking corncobs on the coal. The smell teased his nostrils and reached his weak at the moment mind. Weak because someone earlier had hurt him bad, someone he thought he could dedicate his heart to. He wasn't heartbroken; at least he didn't think he was; but he was troubled. "One" he said. The old man nodded, reached for a big corn and proceeded to lay it on top of the already blazing red coals. He watched. In his mind echoed her words. "I'm sorry", "It's not you; it's just me", "You've been a gentleman all along","You are too nice", "I can't see you as a man, not physicaly". The old man picked up a piece of carton and used it to heat up the coals. Drops of fire flied in frond of his eyes. He was angry; He was offended. He had grown up thinking that being nice was right. He had good manners; a gentleman; with great sense of humor and charming ways. At least he thought. "Too nice" her voice echoed again. What's wrong with being nice? One mustn't be nice to women? "I must take on smoking" he scoffed loudly and immediately jumped at the reply of the old man who at the moment was handing over a neatly cooked corncob. The smell was amazing. "Smoking is bad son. Trust me! It'll be a pound for the cob please. He reached for this pocket smiling. He didn't realize, he said that aloud. He took the cob and took a big bite in it and walked away, towards the big stones, which laid miles along the seafront. He always ate when he was troubled. "So I should start smoking, grow a beard maybe" thought again humoring himself. What would it take to be a man? In his mind the definition of a man was completely different. One doesn't have to be rough to be a man, beards and smoking are insignificant. He always knew that the robes don't make a pope but nevertheless, what does it take to be a man? He was devastated. What she said was harsh. He would understand if she didn't like him anymore, if he did something to hurt her or even if there was someone else. All those are normal excuses.! Manhood, it's been always a precious thing for a man. He climbed on the big rocks and hiked his way to the sea. He was used to it. Younger he would race his dad till their fishing spot and his reflexes were still on edge. Closer to the sea the sounds from the dock went lower and the soft murmur of the waves touched his ears. "Hi" he thought, "Will you sing for me?" and sat on a perfectly flat stone. He reached for his back pocket and took his harmonica. Playing for the waves was one of the few things that relaxed him; eased his thoughts. Not knowing many tunes he improvised and for some reason the mixed sea and harmonica sounds were thrilling; the salty air that hit his face was exhilarating. Being in this trance the voice he heard was like a wrong note in a perfect concert. "Hi, is it ok if I sit?" She was pretty, blond, probably younger than him; she looked sweet. "Sure" he replied and she sat on the rock next to him with her legs folded and her arms around her knees. He put extra effort for that next tune, an old song his dad used to play for him on the vinyl and as the blue notes hit the air the waves got bigger, hitting the rocks harder and harder. The soft wind became stronger for her hair to fly in, as if the sea realized that he wasn't playing for her anymore. Well…He wasn't. "That was beautiful" she said and she got up. She took a small leap and landed on his rock. Surprised, in his heart the drums started playing and then... stopped. They stopped as soon she kneeled and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. Everything had stopped, the wind, the waves, his heart, his breath…everything. The last thing he saw were the shy fiery cheeks of hers while she was getting up and then her back while she was jumping from rock to rock like a baby antelope. That night was the first and the last time he saw her. He got up and headed back, heavier than ever. Her voice echoed again. "You are too nice.." He grinned. "Yes I am" he thought… "Yes I am"

Evolution Have you ever wondered what evolution really is? Is it just me thinking that we are slowing our evolution rate? Do you think the microwave is an evolution or Are those a form of evolution? Maybe... In development evolution is a process in which something passes by degrees to a different stage (especially a more advanced or mature stage); "the development of his ideas took many years"; "the evolution of Greek civilization"; "the slow development of her skill as a writer and in biology: is the sequence of events involved in the evolutionary development of a species or taxonomic group of organisms. The way I see it is that even though big breakthroughs are a form of evolution, they are all charted territory. We use already known knowledge to evolve our technology but not ourselves. These are a materialistic form of evolution that frankly i think slows down our personal. Yes I talk about biological evolution although I believe we do have the optimum body shape for this planet. We dont need another leg or eye or claws. What we need is mind power, the power to think clearly, logical,without the much influence from emotions. Mind you I am not ruling out emotions. Emotions importance is great and they give a meaning to #life. I am talking rather the willing- control of them when we see that a situation needs mature thought. There are people that can in some degree do this already but they are not many. All this technical evolution zombinized us; must have mc Donalds,must see Hollywood movie must watch takkous.must pay tip must, must, must! We never stop to think we just act. We are turning into machines. It suits Governments of course to have sheep to rule instead of thinking human beings. Most of us are or the least act, brainwashed. All these demonstrations by the few are the exceptions that prove the rule. Did you know that the fact that we use just a small percentage of our brain is a myth? It is not a fact as others would like you to think so as every part of the brain has a known function!. Pharmaceutical companies and other advertisements gain daily huge amounts of money by using the "Use you rest 90 percent motto" . One the other hand the Mind and the Brain is two completely different things. The brain consists mostly by neuro-chemical processes and the result of those processes is thought. In other terms "thinking harnesses the capacity of our brain, which evolved over 2 million years; it is the medium that evolved, not thinking as such; Thinking is brain dependent in order to express itself, in order to establish communicative powers, reasoning powers and so on. Thinking is necessary for our survival as a species, for the individual being to be able to live". Aristotle said: "thinking is the form that individuates matter, and thus produces the individuality, be it that of the body, the mind or the soul." This answers the question how is individuality in our mind explained, though our brains are basically the same? Or how is it possible, that a material body can produce an immaterial consciousness? Philosophers since ever clearly separated the mind from our body or the material world. We cannot simply reject their thoughts as dualism. Why shouldn't there be a dualism of some sort. It is only in our century that thinkers came to be skeptical of dualism by accepting only one substance, matter. This is exactly the fact/reason that keeps us at bay, stops us from truly evolving. Do you know the abstract opposite of evolution? Extinction! Harsh huh? Well yes it seems to me that we are heading that way and one of the reasons is this. What is worse? We know what we must do and do nothing about it. EVOLVE people EVOLVE! The need has raised listen to it!

Falling in love Falling in love...is like free diving! Jump and wish the parachute opens! I fell in love again. Thats something that, I thought, wouldn't happen to me again, but it did! So this time I jumped and she jumped with me ... and it felt amazing! The anticipation for the little things, the first kiss (oh that first kiss), the first make out, the first movie, the first dinner... And then her parachute opened and I panicked. Suddenly she was in a control and I was helpless. All that time of free fall I was excited, blind and she was studying me waiting for the right moment to strike. There is a time in a relationship that one will try and take control. And she did it, right at the time were she felt safe and powerful. Right at the time that she had everything going for her, right at the time I gave everything to her. And while i was falling I still wanted to make sure she was OK. There are times however in which even while you are free falling to your doom, you get to have a moment of clarity, although you don't get that chance often. If you do get it, then USE it WISELY. I didn't, i lost control, well it happens when i fall longer than you can take. All sort of other feelings take control ! She landed just as easy as she jumped, feeling all powerful off course and she walked away just like that. Obviously with her out of the picture my parachute opened as well, but not before a long, tormenting and lonely fall. You see, in love distances and time are so abstract because love is such an abstract term after all. It hurts when you come to realize how short the dive can be for someone that you gave so much, or for someone that said that loved you. When the parachute opened I saw things clearly. Still, it was painful . All i could see is her parachute that she left behind, used....And feeling used all the same I landed eventually, educated, experienced and different. I'm picking up my parachute and although i feel tempted to say I will not jump again, i will refrain by saying that when and if i do...? I'll make sure that my damn parachute is opened BEFORE I leave the plane...it's just so unfair...