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WEEK 13 – The Silent Flute

I wish neither to possess,

Nor to be possessed.
I no longer covet paradise,
More important, I no longer fear hell.

The medicine for my suffering
I had within me from the very beginning,
But I did not take it.
My ailment came from within myself,
But I did not observe it
Until this moment.

Now I see that I will never find the light
Unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel,
Consuming myself.



WEEK 12 – Boulevard Of Broken Dreams


I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk aloneI walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I’m the only one and I walk aloneI walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a…My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

I’m walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
Of what’s fucked up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs
To know I’m still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a…

My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a…

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I’m the only one and I walk a…

My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone…

WEEK 11 – Hard to hide


Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I’m mad
Doncha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad

Well I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

Ya know sometimes baby I’m so carefree
With a joy that’s hard to hide
Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
And then you burn to see my other side

But I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never meant to take it out on you
Life has it’s problems
And I get more than my share
But that’s one thing I never mean to do

‘Cause I love you
Oh baby
I’m just human
Don’t you know I have faults like anyone?

Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little foolish thing
Some simple thing that I’ve done

Cause I’m just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

Don’t let me be misunderstood I try so hard
So please don’t let me be misunderstood

WEEK 8 – Shit happens

Most of people use so many shortcuts… in one way or another.

From one margin to another.

But really folks. It’s simple.





Sometimes shit happens.



So what?  That is only one second. Only one reacation. Only just one thought.

Your feelings and DECISION what will be your next “move” is crucial.

You can think about it or only put it some waste bag, trow it from your mind and forget.

And keep walking…

Shit happens.

Is not same: Mind Full of Shit or MINDFUL…


Is not better to be MINDFUL? Right now. At this moment? Just do it.

Do it now.

You can CHOOSE your mental pics. Your thoughts. How would your moment look.

Look at this pic…

You probably have a lot of your  MOMENTS… Catch it and keep it.



Mark and MKMMA crew had right… When is your moment really yours.

You can feel it, smell it, hear sound… that pics are from 3 summers ago.

But i am still there. Here. Right now.

WEEK 7 – Groundhog Life?


Hi, guys…

I am in late. I dont wanna be, i promise also not to be.

But hell yeah, i is not always how we want. Or it is, but not immediately.

This week was fck challenge.

New “job”, but what is that for me and my goals. ZERO.

Only working 28 days in month. Only 2 free Sundays.

Only 3 not working days in whole Year.

16h shifts… and for what? I dont know how i will pay heating next month.


We have in our beauty Croatia prices even better (read worses then in England or some other country) and ofc salary are 5 times also better (read worse).

Math example: Salary 310€-heating 260€, only one bill!


But i am still here… AND BELIVE.

This week was really hard. Wanna to quit. So tired.
Not so physical, just TIRED.

I can’t describe in words how laim sometimes feel when you know that you are fck modern slave.

I dont need Ferrari. Just wanna be  with my kids.

 I dont spare. Still grateful and keep going. If MKMMA crew dont kick me out for late post and etc.

Still here…

I not sure have you read it somewhere before but for “this week” sharing, i share one great story:


Sometimes we all need a little reminder about what’s important in life. Whether we are distracted by work or stress at home, we need to make sure the kids get quality time with Dad. 


SON:Daddy, may I ask you a question?
DAD:Yeah sure, what is it?
SON:Daddy, how much do you make an hour?
DAD:That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?
SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?
DAD:If you must know, I make $100 an hour.”
SON: Daddy, may I please borrow $50?

The father was furious.
DAD:If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:  Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.


DAD:Are you asleep, son?”

SON:No daddy, I’m awake“.
DAD:I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $50 you asked for.


The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON:Oh, thank you daddy!

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

DAD:Why do you want more money if you already have some?”

SON:Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do.

Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.


This story has made its rounds on Facebook and other social media and is an important reminder to hold those we love, close and give them the best of our time- with no distractions.  Put down the cell phone, computer or remote and focus on doing something your child wants to do.

Did you share $100 worth of time with someone today?

Groundhog day

WEEK 6 – To Mother…


I stil cant belive that humans walk on Moon aand at the same time exist any kind of illnes that we cannot solve/cure. Blah…

This weekly post i dedicate to my mother. She deserve it.

I will share with you one beautiful sonet. But is on Croatian.

My english is not so good that i can translate it. If you have some Croatian friends maybe they can.


Rade li bašču vrijedne ruke moje?

U kući joj čisto. Blistaju joj dvori

Ne vidjeh je dugo pa me tuga mori

Još očeve stvari pospremljeno stoje

U ćaćinim čizmama otečene se znoje

Zemlju ruje. Moli. Za život se bori

Nerijetko nas kao i prije kori

Prebirući krunicu misli se roje a

Jesmo li svi živi? Listaju li njene grane?

Moleći Boga za nas u gorkoj samoći

Rujna zora često u brigama svane

U daljinu gleda.

Netko će joj doći

Da joj dušu, srce staro razveseli

K sebi grane svijetom razbacane privit želi

My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.

George Washington

WEEK 5 – Dissenting opinion


It’s unhealthy to have an opinion, even unhealthier is too loud impose it.

Have an opinion is equal to have a severe, incurable, fatal disease.
People with the opinion should have your support group where we would meet every Thursday or Friday or any other day of the week. One of those groups to support the unusual name of “You’re not alone with his thoughts,”  which start the presentation, “My name is John, Anja, Sanja, Tanya, Sasha … I have an opinion.

“Fake ones” to this group  would be quickly discovered and would be expelled after an introductory meeting and sharing their opinions. “Fake one”  have no opinion. Opinion is one really painful thing. Opinion is developing like a tumor from early age. Sometimes  hit  us after puberty, but rarely in the later years of life. Sometimes it hides. Smoldering. Sometimes thinking takes on a completely unusual shape. Almost unrecognizable opinion. I almost could swear that there is no thought and that the person is totally cured. Unfortunately this kind almost always ends fatally.

Support Group would allow everyone to express their opinion. None of opinion as far as nasty, ugly, lewd any, would not be rejected. Opinion disease and illness is not pretty.
If you oppose the urge to impose opinion, create permanent damage to our mental physical individual. If opinion even say things in particular physical property damage. Of course, if no opinion is expressed in strictly controlled circle of support groups. What no one has formed. The group in which the accumulating opinions. Group in which pronouncing their opinions are experiencing cathartic purification of Chakras, the soul, the body. Oh, whatever.
Without huggs at the end of the session, you can not even imagine this group. Embrace with tears of joy as the one, although short time disappeared thought. Disappeared your painful tumor. You know it will be another. Pray that not appear again. Enjoying the bliss of futility.Face bathed in happiness, because you’ve solved it, at least for a while.
Many are looking for such a group,but they complete with a bottle of alcohol, crack or any other “shredder” physical ability to create opinion. Like modern medicine, this approach targets the physical deprivation of developing this terrible disease opinions.

The greatest deception men suffer is from thier own opinions.  LEONARDO DA VINCI

However ignores the fact, even though the end result of healing of each opinion, the person is no longer capable of any environmental action. Becoming a permanent burden of the social system. Declared an addict.
All those with an opinion, who suffered and suffering because of it. All who know what it’s like to develop an opinion. A stronger. Growing. Corrosive. Screams. Square. And you can not pronounce it anywhere. All those he tormented opinion. Which did not allow to sleep. All those who tried to silence him, know what I’m saying.

Oh yes, it is very unhealthy to have an opinion.