Thursday, June 15, 2017

Hire yourself

If they don't love you
Love yourself.

If they don't hire you
Hire yourself.

If they don't feed you
Feed yourself.

If they don't respect you.
Respect yourself.

If they don't build you
Build yourself.

If they don't open the door for you
Open the door for yourself.

You are  a one man corporation.
So stop thinking like their slave.
You are your own boss!
You are your own landlord.
You are your own judge.
You are your own worst enemy.
You are your own savior.

Love, hire and build yourself


Thursday, June 08, 2017


I had an operation done on me a few months ago and before doing it - I was told I needed to fill out a living will form which I did. It talked about what would happen to me if I would not be able to take care of myself and to ensure someone would be responsible for my body and everything connected to my finances.
That said - I started thinking about that concept - Living will and thought - how many of us - are living our lives - without any idea - what we would like to will the world around us to know about us.  What is our real living will - what would we like to inherit to the world while we are still alive if our minds start wandering? a poem by a wondering mind.


Dear world,
I would like to let you know
That while I am still alive
And full of life
I would still like to share with you
My living will
and my will to live.
What is my greatest inheritance?
If anything happens to my mind and I am not able to tell anyone what to do with that which remains of my thoughts?
Here are the ones I'd like to share for now-

I have a collection of comic books that are tucked away in my mom's attic.
And while the actual comic books are damaged and worthless.
Their stories are intact and priceless.
They shaped my childhood
And made me believe in justice, morality and humanity.
They made me believe that in the war between good and bad -
We must always join the forces of good cause good always wins.

In real life I saw that joining the bad people is easier and there are more victories.
But these dusty comic books are what made me try to always join the side of good.
Which I believe all of you also should.

I would like to share my hard drives,
Which I have no idea where I have stored.
Cause I have hid them not just from the world
But also from myself. So that my own self damaging self won't damage them.

They contain the history of my thoughts
Which to me meant the world.
There's my poems
My short stories
My long novellas
My entire mind is on those drives
Even the dark sides - I have never liked
But chose to share anyways
At least with my hard drives.
And while my mind will probably be wandering far far away - by the time anyone finds these drives.
You will be able to see that my mind had been wondering it's entire life.
Not just at the end.

And then there's my passion
Which I have no idea where it will hide
Cause I don't think passion is something that is connected to anyone body or mind.
It's an energy that eventually transfers from one person to the next.
Just like love.
I had a lot of passion - so I hope that energy will continue to live
At least in the people that I loved
And that loved me back.

And there's the lessons I learned from life
Which I would like to share with all of you
Cause it seems they will not be of any benefit to me any longer.
So there's no point in keeping them a secret.

I want you to know that I think the most important thing in life is to care.
Not about yourself but about others.
Even about the people that don't deserve it.
Sadly, I've wasted so much time on the people that don't deserve it.
But regardless of the energies these people sucked out of me -
It was still worth it.
Caring gave me so much energy and passion to live.
Caring gave my life  meaning .
It opened up my eyes
To the world around me
And opened up the world to me in new ways
I didn't know the world can open up to people.

I would like to will all those that did care about me -
to care about others - like I have tried to care about you.
To care about the sick, the aging and the poor.
To care about the homeless and  the unloved.
to care about the unfortunate that are always sad
And not overlook those who are geniuses at hiding their own sadness.

We owe it to the world
To care about those that the world has forgotten.
And remind those that don't care about the world
That one day - they might be forgotten too.
So it is better they help people like me
Cause if they will be forgotten.
At least they will still have people like us.
Who care about everyone and remember them too.

I will those who care to learn from me
To not be like me.
And not make the same mistakes over and over and over again.
I  wish I could will all of you to be better than me
and realize the only way to live a life you will truly want
Is to stop being afraid.
Of  yourself.
Like I am so afraid of myself.
That is my living will.
I hope it will give
Everyone that reads it
A will to live.
And mostly a will to love themselves
So much more than me.

I hope my passion to love -
finds all of you
And gives you the passion
To love yourself-
Just  as much as  I loved all of you!

Wednesday, June 07, 2017

They will never hear you

They will never hear you
If you don't speak


They will never hear you
If you don't speak

They will never hear you
If you don't  make them hear you

And if they still don't hear you
And if you do speak -
Make them hear you.


Even when you lose your voice.
Go on shouting.
Until they hear you.

Don't be afraid
to interrupt whatever is so important to them
That they couldn't hear you.

Be afraid that they will not see-
That you are still there.
That you exist.
That you deserve to be heard.

Whatever you feel needs to be said
So that you will be heard.

If you can't make them hear you
Make them angry
Make them cry
Make them shout.

Make them take notice,
That from now on
You MUST always be heard!

אנשי האוטובוס

אני שייך לאנשי האוטובוס
  של כל העולם
אני אוהב לנסוע באוטובוס למרות שהוא איטי
כי כשאני יושב במושב האחורי ומביט באנשים סביבי
יש להם בעיניים את החוכמה שאני מעריך
אלו האנשים שלמדו על בשרם טוב טוב מה זה כאב ופחד אמיתיים 
אלו אנשים שחיים בלי מצנח זהב ויודעים את הטעם של התרסקות על הרצפה אחרי שחלמו חלומות יותר מדי גבוהיים.

 אני שונא לנסוע עם האנשים הזחוחים
האנשים שנוסעים במכוניות ספורט יקרות או רכבים גרמניים שחורים ומפוארים.
  אני שונא להסתובב בעולם עם הנהגים שחייבים להסביר לי שבגלל חשבון הבנק שלהם - 
הם יותר טובים משאר המין האנושי
שהם לא חייבים לדפוק חשבון ויכולים לדפוק אחרים
אני שונא את האנשים שנוסעים בכביש כאלו אין אחרים
שמדברים אלייך מהגבהיים
שמרגישים שהתפקיד היחיד שלך בחיים זה לשרת אותם
במרדף של עצמם אחרי הכסף של אחרים

אלו האנשים שנוסעים לבדם במסלול המהיר של החיים
ואולי הם מגיעים קצת לפנינו לכל המקומות שהם רוצים
 אז מה
 הם לא שייכים למין האנושי של
כי הם אבדו את התחושה של מה זה להיות אנושי

אני שייך לאנשי האוטובוס -  בכל העולם
כי רק שם אני מרגיש שייך לאנשים הצנועיים
שטעמו את המורכבות של החיים
ולמרות הכאב של אינטרקציה יום יומית עם החיים
אין להם ברירה
הם חייבים לצאת לעבודה
הם חייבים לצאת מהבית
הם חייבים לפגוש שוב ושוב ושוב את  האוטובוס
של המציאות
האוטובוס של החיים
ודווקא שם בדוחק ובצפיפות
אני רואה את הטוב שבאדם
 בחורה צעירה שנראית כל כך עיייפה
כאלו היא חוזרת הביתה ממשמרת לילה
 אחרי 12 שעות עבודה
כמעט תמיד
  תפנה מקומה לאישה קשישה שלא יכולה לעמוד יותר
כי היא מבינה
שגם היא יום אחד תהיה קשישה
ותמשיך לעבוד 12 שעות
במשמרת לילה
רק בלי אותה אנרגיה
וכמעט תמיד אני רואה
בחור שרירי רנדומלי
 עוזר לאיש נכה עם קביים למצוא מושב 
אישה קשת יום עם פרצוף מוכה ועצוב
 מחייכת לילד בוכה  במושב לפניה בנסיון
לגרום לו להפסיק לבכות

כן, שם
בתוך הצפיפות של החיים
ניתן לראות את כל מה שיפה במין האנושי
ולהזכר שבסופו של דבר אנשים הם כן טובים
בתוך תוכנו כולנו אנושיים

אני אוהב לנסוע באוטובוס של החיים
ולהזכר שלא כל האנשים רעים
כן, אני שייך לאנשי האוטובוס העולמיים

I wanted to thank my friend Maria Szumanski for sharing.
This was published the day my grandfather was murdered in the US.
I am so honored that the terrorist attack that killed my grandfather and brought so much pain to my entire family is not forgotten.

Thank you to Prof. Patricia G. Steinhoff for writing. I don't know who you are - but I am so grateful you did it.

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Lod Airport, today's Ben Gurion Airport, near Tel Aviv, was attacked on this date in 1973 by three members of the Japanese Red Faction who had been recruited and trained by the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine. Dressed conservatively and carrying violin cases, they took out their sawed-off assault rifles from the cases and began firing and tossing grenades at airport staff and visitors in the waiting area. Twenty-six people were killed, of whom only eight were Israelis, among them Aharon Katzir, head of the Israeli National Academy of Sciences. The other victims included a Canadian and seventeen U.S. citizens from Puerto Rico. The lone surviving terrorist, Kozo Okamoto, told the Japanese embassy that he had done his "duty as a soldier of the revolution." He was sentenced to life imprisonment by an Israeli military tribunal, but served only thirteen years in prison before being released in 1985 with more than 1,000 other prisoners in an exchange for captured Israeli soldiers. Granted political refugee status in Lebanon, he is still wanted by the Japanese government. Wadie Haddad (Abu Hani), the Palestinian who was the primary organizer of the attack and later organized the Entebbeairport attack in Uganda, was poisoned to death by Mossad in early 1978. A senior defector from the KGB later told British intelligence that Haddad had been recruited as a KGB agent and that the Soviets had helped to fund and arm the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine.

"One of the ambiguities of Okamoto's revolutionary conception is that the enemy is not clearly defined. Sometimes the ordinary person living in bourgeois society is regarded as part of the enemy bourgeoisie. Yet at other times, he counts the same people as potential supporters of the revolution because they are victims of such things as pollution . . . Because he foresees total overthrow of the existing arrangements of society, he does not feel bound in any way by the moral values of the present world . . . On the other hand, he is not really certain of what society will be like after the revolution has occurred. When I asked him what kind of a world he envisioned after the revolution, he smiled and said, 'That is the most difficult question for revolutionaries. We really do not know what it will be like.'"--Prof. Patricia G. Steinhoff


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