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Mister Greenhat – I chapter

Hi, my dear friend,

I just started my new story telling for kids. And I wanted to share with you. I hope, you like it. I call it Mister Greenhat.

It was snowing. A boy was sitting on asphalt only with one green hat in the hands. His blond hair reached his shoulders. He was without shoes. The boy was shaking with cold. He could not remember the last time he has eaten. He was very hungry, but passers-by did not look at him. Throughout the day he got only some coins. It was not enough even for a piece of bread. But the boy was too polite and kind-hearted for asking more. He believed in people.

While he was crying because of cold, one man came to him and gave the boy a jacket, put in one hand a piece of bread and smiled.

“God is with you, my child,” said a man and turned to go out, but the boy stopped him:

“Wait!”

A man looked at him with interest. The boy took all coins from the green hat and gave to this man saying:

“My mother has said, I need to pay for help.”

A man was surprised hearing it from a child. He did not look like others children of his years. His whole life was visible in his serious blue eyes.

A man sat down on asphalt next to the boy and taking his green hat said:

“I do not need money, but I will take your hat.”

“Why,” a child was a little shocked.

“Because I gave to you what you do not have. So, I also take from you what I have not.”

A man smiled again and asked:

“Do you want to go with me?”

“Where?”

“I will show you the world,” answered and rose to his feet.

“Is it big?”

“You will know, if you go together.”

The boy stood up too asking:

“What is your name?”

A man smiled mysteriously.

“Call me Mister Greenhat. And you, my little wayfarer?”

“I am Isaac.”  

That’s all for today, my friend.

Be happy.

With love,

Yours Rya

My confession. Or a new book?

Hello, my dear friend,

I am not sure if I have said it, but… I just wrote a book. And I hope to publish it one day… It was really hard work and what I can say, if you do not like to write, do not get a pleasure from this, it will be very hard for you. Anyway, you can try. And I will be waiting for your works.

But now I just wanted to share with some thoughts. After this book I began to write my way to the faith and… Of course it is written in my mother tongue, but I have translated a little. So, sorry for my English… Here is my beginning…

Hi, my dear friend,

The clock shows 1:57 a.m. And if you are here, you can see, I am not asleep yet. But now I want to talk about another thing. My lovely friend, take a coffee, sit down and listen. I will tell you my story. Call it my confession. But be silent. No one has to know it.

It happened inadvertently. Or is it exactly what is called destiny? The occasions affecting the future have been planned? Or may is it society’s manipulation? Alexander Dumas had said: When randomness is related to genius activity – this is called destiny. Did you notice this passive manifestation of genius? I do not too. Because I do not believe in destiny. A destiny is a planned thing you cannot change. Control maniac would not like it at all. But I tend to believe that there are no coincidences, as a destiny. There are statistics, probability theory and combinations. In my case, the story-line evolved into one of the possibilities what that led me to a certain way in a certain place. Or may it had to be so? May Plato’s idealism is too abstract? An abstract rationalism? Nowadays I would call Platonism’s limits so. Or may in the current world an absurd rationalism is sought to be returned? But basta questions.

My random acquaintance with one girl has yet been started at school. We both had a deeper course of history. A half year we were learning without knowing about each other ‘s existence. But one day she came, sat down in front of me and after a few minutes turned to me asking if I have taken a book. Finally, we were analyzing mercantilism, imperialism and coming capitalism. Is it not fun? You are reading about Great Depression and Cold War, but with next you sitting neighbor you start to discuss about Christianity. I have to confess, at that time I had no perception about religion. You know, it would be as if you have had a recipe, that would be like an idea, a cake as followers, but you have never thought who was a creator. Because people have enough narrow-minded. If here is a flower, they do not see the roots. Only beauty and colors. And you know, the baker may differ from the recipe creator. A Creator is a founder, and a baker is just a loyal messenger…

Of course, here is not a lot. It is not easy to translate, but I wanted to share with my idea. I wanted to show how narrow-minded I was. How I came to my current mind. And may one day I would translate more, but now it is enough. I am tired.

My dear friend, stay positive. And think more. Read more, learn more… Because you have so many opportunities.

With love,

Yours Rya

Stop and listen

Hi again, my dear friend,

How are you? How is your job, family, friends?.. When the last time you have asked how is your mother or father feeling? Or how you could help to your friend? Or why your sister or brother is so upset?

When the last time you have asked yourself, are you happy?

When the last time you have cried?

When the last time you have been angry?

When, my lovely friend, the last time you have said to yourself, you are amazing?

Can you remember? No?

Then I will say it to you. Just listen.

Maybe now you are thinking you can not do it. You are depressed or upset. You have problems and do not have a time for the rest.

But close your eyes for five minutes. Imagine yourself. Imagine your smile. Imagine people around you… Who do you see?

Think about happiness. Do not think about problems. Every problem is solved. It is only materialism. After some months you will not remember it.

Think about your goals. What do you want to do today? Tomorrow? Another week? Another month? Are you working for it? Are you trying to change something? Or you only try to solve your problems? Remember. After one problem comes another one… It is life…

But think. Are you still thinking? About what? About people around you? Are you afraid to disappoint them? Do not be… They will support you.

Think. Do you want to change something? Just do it. Now. Today. You do not know, how? Call to your best friend, sister, brother, father or someone else and talk. Talk about your dreams…

Good people will be near. Toxic people throw away from your life.

My dear friend, have you spent that five minutes in silence? Think, how much time you spend for yourself every day? Only you and your mind? How much?

I will share with you with my own story.

It is not long.

I know, some people are afraid to talk about their life experience. I know, how hard it can be. But, it happened.

Maybe you have a good family… Me too… Now…

I will not explain everything from my life. I just will say, that from childhood my step father every day has said to me, everything what I can achieve is to become a stripper. No one has heard it. No one has believed to me. He was talking so only when I was alone. And many years I was growing with this thought… I need to admit, it was painful. I was growing in hatred… But I have too much love… Love for people, nature and all this world… I know, I should hate people, but I can not…

My dear friend, people are amazing. Just not every one can solve his problems… Just not every one is strong… Just not every one can admit his weakness… But you can… Because when you admit it, you become stronger. And you will be… You will achieve everything, what you want.

Just listen… Listen you heart. And be happy.

With love,

Yours Rya

Can you feel it?

Hi again, my lovely friend.

Just read some lines here:

Frightened silence;

There is only sand here.

Do you feel it?..

The notes on my hands;

In my heart – the nostalgia.

In front of – the mirror invisible;

One butterfly behind the window.

No one sees you…

Do you feel it?

I can not see myself.

One touch – the sand is falling.

Do you feel it?..

The silence behind the window;

… Impossible to narrate.

You are with me again.

Do you feel it?

The sigh behind this wall.

I am talking to myself again.

Listen.

Again.

Let me sleep.

Sorry for my mistakes, but I had to write it in English. It is an amazing language.

With love,

Yours Rya