Το Πεζούνι λαλεί: Έν είμαι ρομαντικός, ονειροπολος, κοντός. Έν είμαι ευγενικός αλλά ούτε τζε ψέυτης. Εν είμαι σοβαρός (συχνά), ακομπλεξαριστος, δυστιχισμενος. Δαμέ δεν γράφω ότι θέλεις και όπως θέλεις. Σεβάστου τον χώρο μου τζε αν θα διαβάσεις τι γράφω, να θυμάσε ότι διαβάζεις με δική σου ευθύνη


In the mood for ranting: "Sanctuary"

Being a member of a society is a warming feeling, you experience acceptance and your environment resembles a known sensation resulting in consequent emotions of security, assurance and ease of mind. It’s a necessity for every human being to ‘belong’, as is the survival instinct on every earthly organism. But is grouping and dividing ourselves up...necessary?
Sanctuary. A sanctuary is the place where your cozy blanket is eagerly waiting for you on the glowing sofa, is the place where roses have no horns and there are no humans around you, but loved ones.
A utopia.
But how is such a difficult task as defining a sanctuary done? Humans, taking it into their strike, tend to take notice in the little details that differentiate a human from another human (as the number one differentiates from the number eleven), giving rise to the millions of communities that are now operating consciously - and sometimes in secrecy from the mental understanding - . Sight, smell and hearing can identify the grouping which may be through a tribe, a religious group, a nation, a sexual orientation, appearance etc. In this way, we release ourselves from making the effort of relating to our environment by basically forcing our environment to relate to us, in a desperate try to find our sole sanctuary that is of perfect state.
What we, as humans, do not understand though, is that through this task that we undertake, we do not edify the world but rather do the exact opposite. We destroy our own race by slowly creating monsters of extremism. There’s never going to be an equal and fair distribution of organisms within all capital-communities and this will always lead to conflicts, acts of racism, and dehumanization. Not a sanctuary. If you take the time to consider our history, you will come to the realization that most man-made destructions were the cause of extreme reactions towards ‘foreign’ communities. It’s our very own actions that lead to the formation of this alienation between us. We cannot relate easily, firstly because we fail to even try to do so and secondly because we are too stubborn to let go of our old ideologies thinking that this would mean defeat of our own standards.
Sanctuary. It’s very easy to have a proper sanctuary. But in order to reach to that level of easiness, a load of hard preliminary work has to be handled in order to pass the message that we shouldn’t force the environment to relate to us, but the other way around. One could say that this is a rather idealistic approach to solving the global problems of self-destruction, but knowing me and how romantic my ideas can get, I believe that this can be achieved. Slowly. At the end of the story, the number one and the number eleven aren’t so different are they? With a small degree of effort, by seizing on believing on the quite hopeless idea that we were naturally formed to be self destructive and that we can’t help otherwise, and by slowly releasing our past; we can steadily form our utopia.
Sanctuary. It can eventually be found all around us. Under a pine tree in Turkey. By the company of a stranger. Through the eyes of a Christian, a Buddhist or a Jew. By means of homosexuality or heterosexuality, by virtue of a black or a white color for the skin or in the arms of a female or a male. We just need to understand that we are dealing with one race, our own race, and then we will discover that dividing or grouping up is NOT necessary; because we are already in a society we can call our sanctuary. The whole of the human nation.


  1. na men ksanagrapseis etsi serious post en katalavw theo -.-

  2. nta katalavo ti thelis na peis. alla men to travas opos tin klatsa poji poda. megalo post ≠ katalavistiko post. anw en ekfrazo gnomi gt touta ta pramata estamatisan na me apasxoloun pleon. cheers!