It's scary to adhere yourself to a certain project or goal because then it seems like life will go so fast along the process of the project. For example if I want to work on changing the bagrut system: It'll take a few years to get enough people to agree with me Then a few years to convince the government to change it Then a few years for it to change Then a few decades for it to have any affect... And then I die.
So it's easier to laze around because then you don't have something that is showing that the time is passing, and that processes and revolutions can take forever...
What can we do? What can we do? What can we do? I don't know yet, But we MUST do SOMETHING!!!
All of a sudden an old saga besieges me under the attack of the forgotten memories. It glistens in my mind in the form of the colors and the warmth that I once belonged to, Swirls me up in a familiar emotion of serenity and certainty. I am here, constantly trying to legitimize my moves as I move them, But this sudden attack is different, and even more unexpected, And it pulls a tear of oceanic passion, that all stays in my mind And I may utter it through my lips in the form of a slipped emotion When words are the only thing left to prove my right of protected existence, But what will it do, As I am one person in the vast sea of people Who all mutter their desires under their breath And it all gets lost in the thick air of regret and continuity. It goes on and on forever In the hollow wind of a tiny life In the course of an extending universe. And what is my word? It is the collection of all the words that have been bounded by the air And casted out by man.
כושי קטן הלך לגן איזה גן? גן חיות איזה חיות? חיות טורפות איזה טורפות? טורפות בן אדם איזה בן אדם? בנאדם שמן איזה שמן? שמן דובון איזה דובון? שבלע סבון איזה סבון? סבון רחצה איזה רחצה? רחצה בים איזה ים? ים המלח איזה מלח? מלח בישול איזה בישול? בישול עוף איזה עוף? תקבל אגרוף