acts of kindness

The writing is the best self-help tool because we need not a pen but something to say for the writing could appear. I would define the writing as the sharing of our own wealth with the other. In the light of the above, the books look like the acts of kindness.

love

The word is that love is blind but that looks otherwise to me. We are sightless indeed but just till bodily problems govern us. True Love not blinds but opens the eyes by showcasing us in the others.

Payment day

The look at the roots healed me from the complaints for personal weakness. The meditation made a thin twig the jolly heir to the old tree.

I took a pen and put down the text below:

 „The payment day rapidly approaches. I will get my pension soon.“

Thus a calendar gave me a smile by the look at the roadside.

Being out of work enabled me to complain but  the lips didn't obey. I knew the sickness stories were unacceptable in public because they brought no benefit to any. My longing for a meaningful activity have caused me the writing of the diary in a language I didn't master well.  Writing in English forced me to check the definition of each word and thus to add a meaning to what would look just a chat otherwise.

The words conscripted the hearers into an action. The statement ‚we are one,  uplifted the soul but the world shut the doors. So why should I talk if nobody cares  but shares just the general advice, a theory but not the hand of support?

People shut down in themselves and there is nobody to charge with that. Just the patients with the psychiatric disorders rapidly increase in numbers.

in preparation

The thoughts on life brought a want to say something nice to me. I am reaping the fruits of the fine arts now. I am reading the smile newspaper.

"Life's most urgent question is: What are you doing for others?" -- Martin Luther King, Jr.

The quotation baffled, forced me address an irony because I just waited for my disability allowance. What more can do the unemployed?

It is difficult to imagine that such sharing could benefit anybody except myself, nevertheless I am writing because I am learning English to do though something.

I would greatly appreciate your help to correct the grammar mistakes and eagerly look forward to your comments.

Thank you!

The foul air underfoot

The need to name the picture forced me to open the dictionary. Hundreds of various words looked at me. They gave me a fright. While many phrases fitted my task, I needed just one to the header. So what should I write in the concrete? Did I wish to point at the weary of the questions pavement, or the self portrait? 

The artwork became a puzzle. Can my naming change any in the reality I’m facing?