Politics is a thorny path

What would life be if we didn’t dare to take things in hand?

“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.” – Vincent van Gogh

Politics is an abnormal walk on a path by the thorny bushes over precipices and under hail storms, and no flowers grow on it.
Only “flowers of the mold” or a type of flowers that whither within seconds….

But “What would life be if we didn’t dare to take things in hand?”

One must be a dreamer who is not afraid of the sawdust of dreams on his hands.
More than oftentimes I felt the powder of my shattered dreams in my mouth.
I had gone to bed desolated and depressed. The only ray of light is that I have the power to make a (slight) change…
It is very hard for someone who has always been accustomed to seeking beauty.

There is no beauty, only the constant hustle for leaving something behind.

You have no friends in politics. Only friends with agendas. Distrust at its utmost. People become narcissists because they have a mirror which stares empty in their faces. They cannot see themselves properly, so they create an inflated image of themselves to satisfy their hungry reveries…

Now I know what dreams are made of, smoke and mirrors…

“Let me tell you: the only way to get rid of dragons is to have one of your own.” – Evgeny Shvarts


Or be one… in the Poet’s Garden.

Vincent van Gogh – The Poet’s Garden III, 1888.