We humans, but of course, not all humans, are always unhappy with what we have and how we live. And, in general, we would like to have or live like other people we see or know. Always what the other has is better and someone else's life is better...
Most of the time it really is!
Because we always relate to those who have more than us and lead a more fortunate life than us. But we don't know the secrets of other people's lives and we can't know if the one who has more than us might be unhappier than us!
The recipe for happiness is if you manage to be content with the life you have... As I write this I already feel I am wrong, it is so hard to be content with what you have when you have very little. When you have very little and you see that others have very much.
The question is why does it happen like that? The answers are countless, the causes are countless. The simplest is to refer to luck. Some are lucky and some are not!
I have made such a long introduction and touched such a sensitive and painful subject, a problem that neither religion nor politics can solve..., only chance can, i.e. luck!
Some may say that this is not true, that they worked, that they learned, that their ancestors accumulated and passed on the wealth. I believe that the same luck is to blame. Somewhere along the generations, luck, or lack of it, intervened and made everything good or not...
The life of some of us may be in the country, in the village and others may be in the city... It can be considered luck or misfortune in either case. Depending on one's needs.
I live in the city and often wish I could be in the middle of nature and I think that similar to me, someone who lives in the country would like to be able to easily go to the theatre or cafe...
Always what the other has is better. I learned this painfully from my granddaughter Ilinca, who is three and a half years old. It's a torment when I go to the park with her. She wants all the other children's toys, she doesn't even want to look at hers. Even though she has so many...
Because my life is in the city I have to write almost exclusively about the city. I would like to write about walks in the woods or by a river or a lake. To describe an encounter with a cow...
Instead, I'll write about walking on the streets, about cars and traffic jams and, in the best cases, about exhibitions, cafés, shows...
This is fate and I'm at peace with it!
Today I was downtown again!
I live in Romania, in Bucharest. On the outskirts. Although it costs me only half an hour to get to the city center, it still feels like I'm traveling and visiting the city, as long as the periphery doesn't resemble the big city at all, the periphery resembles a small town where people from the country live.
I was invited by a good friend ( a theatre director ) to see the avant-premiere of her latest play. That is, to attend the first preview, that is, the first performance with an audience, an audience of friends, before the first official performance.
I don't know if what I said is clear and understandable. A theatre show, before the first official performance, has two more performances, for the director and the actors to make final improvements and changes...
The performance began in the lobby of the theatre, with one of the characters briefing the audience on the characters of the play as well as the plot we were about to see.
Then we were invited to the showroom...
The actors were already on stage. They were waiting for the audience, i.e. us, to start the show, which had already started in the lobby.
The play is called The Supreme Party ("Cheful Suprem" in Romanian) and it is a comedy.
The story is simple. A meeting between two families, an invitation to dinner. There they ate a mushroom meal. To check that the mushrooms were not poisoned, they gave the same food to the dog, two hours before they would eat it. After that, fun!
When everyone was happy and joyful, misfortune came. The dog shows signs of illness and the maid announced that it has died.
Obviously, everyone who ate the mushrooms was horrified to learn about the dog and began to feel sick.
The fear of death grips everyone.
One of the guests at the table was a doctor and had a bottle of morphine pills in his medical kit. He offers them all these pills to relieve the pain caused by mushroom poisoning. Everyone's mood changes immediately.
Everything turns, because of the drug, into a real orgy...
After the drugs wear off, something happens that gives the comic side of the situation. All the participants of this party, knowing that they have little to live for, tell all their dirty secrets, especially about their relationships. Relationships of adultery, dishonest business behavior, etc.
After everyone found out everyone's secrets, what had to happen happened, because it was a comedy after all. The dog emerged very much alive and… unharmed!
It was a pretty funny show. My friend, the director, was not too happy with the result, but the audience appreciated and applauded for a long time.
The premiere is tomorrow night. Until then everyone involved in the production of this show will have to fix everything that went wrong.
Now I think a little music would be nice!
After so much drama and suspense I think a little music would be nice. In fact, one of the hundreds of songs I like that you might like too. This a reminder, because I'm referring to older music or a novelty. Even if, as I said, it's still an old song, usually from the last century!
Music is part of our lives, perhaps even more than we can imagine. I can't imagine my life without music. In this idea, I thought I would put the music ( #myfavoritemusic ) that comes to my mind while writing. It may or may not be related to the blog topic. All I wish is that you will enjoy listening while reading. Maybe to surprise you with a song you don't know.
More than that...
To make it a little riddle and invite you to try to guess.
I'll give a few little hints!
- It's hard to give clues because I think it's hard to guess anything from French music in the first place, especially if it's old... Maybe it's about a singer who is French of Armenian origin, his name is Charles ... and he sings about what he was like when he was twenty. Super melancholy! The song is called "Yesterday Again".
Listen to the song HERE!
Since today is Friday and our thoughts turn to 
This time it cost us nothing. We were invited to the theatre by the director of the show himself. Lucky for us to be such good friends. A friendship of over twenty years, during which time we didn't pay much for theatre tickets.
Yet...,
After the theatre, there was also a walk through the Old Centre, a picturesque place sought after by foreign tourists coming to Bucharest more for fun, i.e. food, drinks, men and women.
I rarely stop at a terrace here, I don't like the crowds, I don't like the prices made somehow especially for foreigners who spend more without restraint and there are a few reasons that I don't remember now.
I didn't do anything here either that would warrant fitting the post into the #MarketFriday rules, but it wasn't long before I got to my favorite coffee shop, so $10 ran out of my pocket to turn into two cappuccinos and ice cream!
Apart from coffee, we love to watch the street...
... as do the two baristas when they have a little free time.
However, such a day is not complete without seeing some shops. We had to buy a gift for another friend of ours who is celebrating her name this Sunday. The little shop we needed is so close!
The street I see through the shop window stirs my memories and melancholy. The street is called Eforie and somewhere in the middle and to the right is Cinema Eforie. You can see the yellow sign. It was in this cinema that I spent much of my time in my teens and youth. Here in the 1970s was a kind of film library, the only place where I could see art films from all over the world. It was my place as a cinephile!
But let's leave the memories behind and get pragmatic and current. Back in the shop!
We went in to buy a scarf that, along with a book and a flower, would be a gift for our friend. But more than scarves, there were shoes and handbags in this shop.
I was lucky. That day there was a big discount on everything you could buy from there, all prices looked cut in half!
I managed to make a small expense here, $10 for the scarf and $22 for a pair of sandals for my wife. More than reasonable, considering the sandals are also beautiful and made of real leather!
It has been a long but beautiful day! Eventually, I got tired and missed a flower, a sign that it was time for #alwaysaflower and the end of this story.
But my true flower is just as much in love with shoes as my wife...