So there it is; The planet orbited around the sun once more. And it's done so, for half a century; at least as far as I can tell, that is.
Who cares? one will say. Ecologically speaking whatever happens that isnt earth orbiting the sun, is abnormal and destructive...
Nevertheless whatever happens after that jubilee is - no wonder - utterly new and not so eagerly expected...No remorse to that; u see even though I've managed to do whatever I tried to avoid and gained unexpectedly precious life experiences, yet the problem remained. What can be more anticipated when, as a 25 year old man, I've tried to forsee the future (and the preferably avoided; and the preferable alike)? A valuable lesson never to be appreciated by anyone who hasn't experienced it; or a sheer volume of them? Anticipated not, but appreciated never the less
Even if I sound ominous, yet I have to declare that I am (or should be) utterly content with everything that has transpired through these years; Serious mistakes, addictions, malicious intentions included. Better yet appreciated as much as the moments that I was lucid, lucky and unyieldingly positive; despite my flaws I AM; and because of them I am as "enlighted" as the beggar of today yearning for attention in THE attention-span era that is our times.
I love my mistakes. I grew up ending liking them more than I should. The main reason is that I'm really good in making them. So good I sometimes do them without knowing that I'm mistaken. And I hate being right. Not only bacause I like sinistra more; not only because I write, screw and jerk off with my left side; not only because I'm a Christian Communist (bipolar to say the least). But because there is a vast distinction between what's right and what is Just. So there were many days that I found myself doing the right and felt like I have been, or being, wronged, seconds ago. Many times the same feeling was perceived by many more than me, thus rendering it a genuine fact and not just a paranoid and self disparaging obedience to a commited self doubt. And who really wants to be wronged by others while triyng to be right with them?
No need to say more. I felt better doing them mistakes than when doing the
"proper" things. Not necessarily the good thing but the right, if you get my meaning. And I've discovered (not being apologetic to it and in advance) that my mistakes led me closer to what I think it deservably is, equally righteous and satisfying to both the soul and body of an entity called wind barrier as long as he/she breaths....
ACT THOU WILL (if u will to I should add)
And what one can say about the year that I finally did????
Nothing in this advontuur should be unmentioned, nor uncretided. So all of this would be impossible without AretiK. or the late uncle that once considered to be the last resort of a burgeoisie daydreaming about an irrational expectation (lacking both the actual capital nor the ways of a household name) of an undeserving and effortless wealth accumulation, normally unattainable on a day job's wages. But mostly zonder haar die mijn hart heeft gestolen
There is a story behind the photo of an otherwise well known equivalent to Hard Rock Cafe (in the early 90's USA), monument. But about weed. And it goes straight to the one missing from this particular trip; a person responsible for being there in the first place, some 28 years ago to date; and once promised to return. I never guessed, nor hoped to actually keeping this promise without him. Something owed stays that way Johny. Wish U Were There
On with the story because it sustained to my mind a not so clear memory of the actual date...For 28 years now I keep bragging to everyone interested in talking to me socially that I was born the day the first Bulldog (Red Lights District) opened. Alas it was the day that my parents celbrated my christian name (despite the fact that in Athens the 3 October guy is something of a patron saint). Well that's cool because you all will remember the name with a heart
28 years later the promise kept, sun was shining in early April (surprisingly) and felt like I never left and not wanting to; alas the dreadful return came but a whole lotta diferent kind of fullfilement. From now on everything will be dangerously new without the benefit of the naiveness of youth but with the absolute realization of things ending, nor renewed, nor looking forward to anything but the definitive; kind like the Back to The Beginning Birmingham show. A concert waiting to be cocluded the way it did bidding farewell to the Prince of Darkness just a few days later.
2025 had some of the strongest to date experiences both in quantity and quality leaving me wanting for more; despite the golden jubilee and the world's unhinged speed race towards an unavoidable and destructive self purging in the altar of the capitalistic way of life. It's like actually start enjoying the process that once made me anguish from everything remained unanswered; and feeling like it is about to end at anytime, anyday, anypoint; is this a meaning in the thing called life? Is there any other meaning whatsoever? Everything is so fleeting that everything utterly becomes without any sense of purpose in trying any other endeavour but enjoying it to the max and stop smothering the feeling, never wanting to let go; because with the pleasurable aspects comes even stronger the demanding parts of it; Perhaps one can apply the well known With any great enjoyment comes great responsibility. Because cognitive enjoyment seems to be something of a power. It sustains any one of us still standing; having to show ourselves that in the end of the day we can appreciate other aspects than the ordinary (having also tried the ordinary outside of the established), yet far from the abnormal. It sure seems that everything is happening in vain when you squeeze enjoyment out of it, the way others hunt for profit; without the disregard to others (not to ourselves even) but with the same urge, we will still crave for adventure, sense of belonging and sheer pleasure of what this living can provide to an earthling; as long as it keeps orbiting around the sun that is
It is not only an almanac; it is not only a golden jubilee; it is also Kokdi Mpath's Blog This! 10 years of "existing". It would be proper to list my favorite Original Ramblings, Λόγια Δανεικά, Music Suggestion and announce a new decade's (2025 - 2035) TOP100 list to replace the current List. But le's start with the basic
TOP MOVIES of 2025
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