Children and their parents. Life in a circle.

We are little children again and come into this world, in most cases, wanted. We usually leave it alone... pressed to the ground by the weight of our own deeds and words. Tired of the endless race and longing to live a little longer. Children and their parents, all in a circle

This is how man has built his life and in the same way he tries to build the lives of others. In his own image and likeness.

We are all born little, pink lumps of happiness. With chubby hands, tiny feet, soft lips and a great deal of unused potential. Parents are proud of their children, they swoon at the first word spoken and swoon with happiness at the first step taken by their baby towards their destiny. When they meet their friends and acquaintances, adults boast of their little angels, show them the photos, which they also post on social networks, not forgetting to decorate the images with hearts and colourful frames.

A child, on the other hand, is passionate about the mysterious world that surrounds him, he sees more than adults, he feels his surroundings much better than his parents. He longs to touch and taste everything. But the word "No" immediately cools his impulses. Can't, can't, can't, can't, can't, can't. Endless can'ts. Now the child focuses only on his surroundings, he understands that curiosity leads to irritation, reprimand and sometimes punishment.

Time passes, and with it, so do the opportunities with which a baby is born. There are no more eulogies from parents, friends and acquaintances, and more and more criticism is heard. The more criticism, the more confused the "little man" becomes about his feelings - What have I done wrong?

Time passes, and with it, so do the opportunities with which a baby is born. There are no more eulogies from parents, friends and acquaintances, and more and more criticism is heard. The more criticism, the more confused the "little man" becomes about his feelings - What have I done wrong?

What could be more difficult than being 'unwanted' and homeless? But no one is born that way, right? In very rare cases, of course, there are exceptions. We will not now give the example of alcoholics and drug addicts, many of whom only need a roof over their heads to eat and sleep properly. Now let's talk about those who are unlucky. Or is that the wrong word? It would be more correct to say "those who have had an epiphany".

Children become adults, either as "tools" or unnecessary.

In any country in the world, becoming homeless is no great joy. In southern countries, you can build a cardboard house and sleep in it. But in the Nordic countries, it is an unequivocal death sentence. That's why you'll never meet homeless people in the Nordic countries. They are either imprisoned, taken into slavery, or they will die.

I would like to stress the fact that it is hard for someone who is no longer part of society to live in ANY country in the world. For example, London, England... it wasn't so long ago that its capital city was full of homeless people. And they built these "dormitories" especially for them

In London, parks and squares were closed at night, and sleeping on the streets was strictly forbidden, a misdemeanour punishable by arrest and imprisonment. Many poor people therefore sought a roof over their heads at any cost, even if they had to sleep in this position. George Orwell describes a similar scene in his first novel The Poor in Paris and London.

…There's a place called The Two-Grope Hangover where the tenants sit in a row on a bench; there's a rope in front of them, and they lean on it as if they're leaning out of a fence. A man called a 'footman' cuts the rope at five in the morning. An alarm clock of sorts. I have never been there, but Bozo has been there often. I asked him if anyone could sleep in that position, and he said it was more comfortable than it looked - better than on the bare floor, anyway. There are similar shelters in Paris, and the price is only twenty-five cents (half a penny) instead of two pennies…

George Orwell

Children and their parents. Other people's lives...

A man's life. We complain about fate, grumble about circumstances, curse and ask the heavens, "How could it be? But, stop. No one is in control of people's lives. Man has long gone beyond the laws of nature and decided to proclaim his own rules. It's not God who betrays and deceives. It's not God who steals, leaving his own tribesmen without food, it's not God who sends thousands of young men to their deaths. It's all man. And while one of us, makes others, fulfil his own desires and dreams, others stand by and watch in the meantime. And how often it is not just because they are afraid, but because they fear, in case one of those around them jumps up a notch... Envy, jealousy, greed.

Life is short, a split second and there you are, elderly, lying surrounded by your children and grandchildren (under the right circumstances) and asking yourself a single question:

- What if...?

And what you've become over the years... An old man filled with regret. Wouldn't it be easier not to let that happen? We know, we know, at all events, we're going to die. Maybe we should live our life so we wouldn't regret. Not to look for the guilty and not to justify their actions.