How do you feel!?

How do you feel, knowing that you will never have me again, 
That once you knew my soul, 
but now I'm just a memory, 
A distant world you once called home!?!?

How do you feel, knowing that in the end, 
none of your rules mattered,
That you could have tasted the Universe,
But, you decided to deny it, in fear!?!?

How do you feel, knowing that there was no purpose, 
That all there was, is choice, 
And you have chosen not to live, 
waiting for me to beg you to dare!?!?

Asked, Your Life!!!

Ignorance or the illusion of happiness.

Too many times I hear the phrase ” just don’t think about it”, ” don’t give it more weight than it actually has”.

And as I do agree that complicating situations more than is necessary or overthinking, is a harmful habit in which we all indulge more than the advised dose, not thinking things trough at all and ” just go with the flow” somehow appears to me as harmful as overdoing it.

The new age trend of ” playing it cool” or ” taking it easy” seems to take over the old concept of ” fair-play” and responsible communication. So overwhelming that I can cite dozens of synonyms for ” keeping it simple”.

Human interactions lack reliance, respect and responsibility and it seem to have been forgotten, that not so long time ago, this values wore the base of any relationship.

Speaking one’s mind and expressing true interest, even a simple two way communication has been abolished and reduced to a state of shame in which those who are claiming or using it are perceived as weak and accused of not knowing how to ” play the game”.

The new purpose of life is living in oblivion, striving to eliminate any trace of humanity. The ” follow your feelings” has transformed in ” follow your desires” and care not for the other. The happiness has return to satisfying primal cravings, and as long as one fills his time with shallow entertainment, he will not need to attend any deeper reflection upon one’s purpose in life.

There is no purpose anymore, we have succeeded to convert ourselves in a dormant being, and as long as we have ourselves entertained with “not thinking” and not reflecting upon the usefulness of our actions, we will forever be satisfied.

Like a morphine dozed corps, we have given up on our souls for the sake of  physical pleasure.

Analyzing our thoughts or even more, taking action, takes a tremendous amount of discomfort. Just the thought of standing out against the collective agreement upon what “is in” and what is outdated can be  for some, the worst fear.

It all started way above our level of conscious perception. It started as a punch in our ego, as a salvation for our lost souls, as a fulfillment of our unattended need for recognition.

The society took advantage of our weaknesses and gave us an imaginary world to belong to, a world in which we need not to think anymore, in which, the degradation of the human values is normality, so we need not to feel responsible for anything.

The society takes all the responsibility. In fact, the more ignorant we become, more protective “The Society” becomes towards our hypocrisy, defending our rights and nourishing our dormant minds with more demeaning ideas.

A nation without values, is a nation which will not rebel, a nation which will not ask questions,

A nation feeding on temporary pleasures will enslave itself voluntary, asking for more.

We have become the slaves of ” The Society” , begging for its jars of honey,  served abundantly but which will never end up satisfying our hunger.

Perfect love, supreme power, unfading beauty, they are all at a reach of hand, if we only, “play it right enough”, “stay cool” and ” just do it”, and somehow, even though we never seem to reach it, we have convinced ourselves that they are there, it’s just a matter of keep looking and dismissing everything that doesn’t fit the expectations.

We are not investing in a friendship anymore, we are barely using people to fulfill our needs, and whoever can fulfill that need is our friend, until someone else suits better for the job. And care not reciprocating the attendance, ” why should someone make such a drama and ask for reciprocity”, ” get a life” we say.

I dare not to get dipper into a human relationship, bounded by sacrifice, care, empathy, and open communication. It’s a myth now days, a nostalgic feeling or “saudade” as the Portuguese say ” a constant feeling of absence, the sadness of something that’s missing, wishful longing for completeness”. 

A feeling that many use as an excuse for running, a feeling that we have reached to treasure more than the actual fulfillment of love.

Somehow, feeling sad and not understood, has became more appealing than the real happiness.  And how can it be different, in a world in which, people connect trough suffering, and happiness is seen as a delusion.

Calmness and peacefulness are for yogis. Eccentricity, reserved for the rich, or those which ” have no important things to do.”

“Real people” as they call themselves,  have no time for childish behaviors, or for indulging in reflection or self analysis. They barely have time to exist.

We live to work and we work to live. We gather wealth as an end purpose, and not for a purpose.

The most striking of all, we claim to be self sufficient, INDEPENDENT beings, working continuously to prove that, we need no one to be happy, without ever being able to reach that happiness, following however, the values created by our COLLECTIVE imagination, called SOCIETY.






Luxor, the treasure of Egypt!

To all the travelers up there, wanderers, historians, world lovers, Luxor  must be on your “must see( understand, love)” list.

While we are all dreaming to someday visit The Pyramids, wondering around one of the 7th wonders of the world, will have a bigger significance if first we take a detour on the land of Pharaohs, learn their history, and have a clue of what those Majestic constructions are all about.

Luxor is the artifact of years of tumultuous history. Love stories with Kings and Queens, hate, revenge, superstition, magic, all of which are greatly depicted on every stone.

“An open air museum” as many historians are seeing it, and containing the second biggest worship temple in the world *just slightly behind Angkor Wat in Cambodia*, Luxor is the dream of every history lover, and should be a must for every passionate traveler.

Despite its historical treasure, after the revolution that took place in Cairo in 2013, tourist rate dropped drastically in Luxor even though Cairo continues to enjoy its touristic attention.

I was about 10 when I first heard about Egypt and Tutankhamen a age when symbolism was not more than a fancy ward  and didn’t keep me from falling in love with the fascinating stories of Pharaohs and Semi-Gods.

At that age, my appreciation for a too complex history, converted in a formal respect leaving out the need for further investigation.

Years passed by and my latent love for Pharaohs stories converted in a more mature interest in culture.

Living in Middle East for the last 3 years and being surrounded with so many different cultures, inclusive Egyptian, acted like a trigger, reminding me of my childhood fascination with Pharaohs.

As many others, at the beginning I thought I will be able to apace my soul in Cairo, visiting the Great Wonder, the Pyramids. However it was not it, I couldn’t find myself in Cairo.

Indeed the construction is  out-striking and definitely worth visiting but somehow lacks the footprints of its historical significance since is closed to public view in major part and one can find out more about its interior from the Egyptian museum or Louvre in Paris.

Luxor came as a healing for my expectations, I didn’t know much about the place or what to expect but I had to give Egypt another chance.

The Luxor experience!!

Scattered all over the city, Tombs, Museums, Temples, are all paying testimony to a mysterious era of God-like Kings and Queens.

I woke up in the middle of the most fascinating story of the humankind. Every rock and every wall is taking you to a trip in to the ancient Egypt.

I used to see Hieroglyphs as more than a way of  transmitting simple information, and more like encrypted codes from Gods letting to the mortals their secrets.

While I am not believing anymore in secret inscriptions and codes, the Pharaohs did made sure they will be immortal. They are living in our collective memories trough pages of history encrypted on walls, through their temples and mummification.

They were actually believing that their soul will return taking the shape of a bird and looking for their body. Hence all the struggle of the mummification and the architecture of their tombs.

The body must be placed in a straight line from the entrance they say, so the bird can easily find it.  No wonder no Pharaoh has returned since all the mummies have been taken out of the tombs. The birds must have had a hard time looking for the museums. 🙂

Descending into Luxor you can already feel that something is setting this city apart. Extremely green and clean, Luxor is totally opposite to the Cairo’s frenetic modernization.

People here have found their way in agriculture and family life. Friendly and well mannered, they make the best host you will encounter in Egypt

Finding a good hotel here is an extremely easy task. Along the east bank or the modern side of the city you will have dozens of 5 star hotels at a very convenient price. If mingling with the locals is your purpose, the west bank offers a variety of traditional and modern apartments. A great quality for a great price.

The Nile river is separating Luxor in two equally fascinating sides.

The east bank takes you in a historical journey trough temples and museums between  which Karnak and Luxor temples are the most famous.

The second largest complex  in the world, Karnak,  has been Luxor’s main place for worship for 3000 years. Dedicated to Amun, his wife Mut and his sun Montu, the temple is charged with a huge amount of  symbolism and mystery.

Closely relates and connected with Karnak, by the Avenue of the sphinx, Luxor Temple is known to be set apart by not being dedicated to a specific God but mostly used by the Kings for coronations and celebrations.

The Cornice side is the best place to make your way from a temple to the other and stop for a quick visit at the Luxor Museum and  for a sunset ride on the Nile.

While dozens of private boats are waiting to take you on the other side of the Nile, the best way to experience the Luxor lifestyle is to take the National Ferryboat. Running 24h, it will cost you just around 25 cents(1 pound) and taking your change it will be insisted upon.

People will follow  your every move and you in turn will follow theirs. Curious and a bit hesitant some will ask for your name and where are you from, and you will smile back and try to do your best to impress by replaying a ward or two in Arabic.

The West bank is the home of the Pharoes or if you want a more accurate description ” their eternal rest territory “. The Kings Valley and The Queens valley, the place of burial of the kings and queens of Egypt are strategically positioned on the west bank symbolizing the fall of the sun on the west. and also for a natural protection between mountains.

The only ancient construction that will appear out of the pattern in a burial area is the Hatshepsut Temple. The majestic construction was built between 7th and 22nd year of her reign and is said to be connected to her burial place in the Kings Valley.

The first female to be ruling Egypt Hatshepsut is depicted as a man, however most of her portraits were destroyed by her step sun Thutmose III.

Stories are saying that Hatshepsut step-sun destroyed her portrait so when her spirit will want to return, it will not have an image to return to.

Roaming around the Kings Valley temples is like shifting pages in a history book. Every Tomb is engraved with encrypted stories and mythical beings supposed to help the spirit reach the afterlife.

However nothing compares with standing in front of the mommy of Tutankhamen. The only king still in his grave and not a museum, seeing a 3000 years preserved body of one of the most controversial kings of Egypt is breathtaking.

Less tall than I imagined and as I found out later, way younger (Tutankhamen died around age 18) I had at just 10 cm away, the figure of the one which inspired my thirst for culture and sparkle my childhood fascination for Pharaohs.

Seeing the 18 years old king has forced me to admit once more the power of symbolism and how the beliefs in forces out of this world is so needed when one has to preserve the authority and power.

Theories are saying that Tutankhamen was buried  as to appear similar to Osiris the God of afterlife. His mouth open and the blackened body are just part of the facts possibly confirming the theory.

Away from the Tombs and temples, Luxor has still much to offer, from a walk on the cornice stopping by for a local mint tea to a light show and a brief journey in time on the Karnak temple.

From a boat ride on the Nile and stopping by the banana farm where you can have a local dinner by the fireside and a taste of freshly picked bananas, to a incursion on the alabaster manipulation into beautiful works of art on the Qurna village.

Luxor is breathing its history trough every stone and every local can get you back in time over mysterious ancient secrets and fascinating stories told beside a campfire and underneath a cover of millions of stars.