What the eyes don’t see…

On the day of the publication of the previous post, I was optimistic and full of energy. We enthusiastically started planting fruit trees that we had bought earlier. Unfortunately, our orchard-growing aspirations turned into pseudo-archaeological excavations. What had previously looked like an idyllic, weedy meadow turned out to be a former garbage dump.

Bricks from a Romanesque castle, a halberd and a padlock from a chastity belt 😉

We worked for quite a long time to remove the rubbish and managed to clean only a few meters of the surface right next to the planted trees. There is no difference in appearance and from the outside the orchard seems nice, but the awareness of the junk is unpleasant.

This seemingly minor matter contributed to many deeper (I think) reflections, although most of them left unanswered questions. Am I doomed to clean up after someone else in my own house? …even though I can’t clean up after myself. Is it my mission to fix what someone else has ruined? And how much have I ruined already? Should I dig into things that look good to expose the ugly truth, or would I rather not know about it? And if I do dig, should I try to fix it, or try to forget and pretend that it’s supposed to be that way? How does the thoughtless nature of man affect the lives of others? Or maybe it gives the meaning of gaining humility. Is the old mess that emerges here and there a testament to development and progress, or just ordinary straw from shoes?

The above issues do not exhaust the scope of my thoughts, but they lead to the most important question at the moment about the meaning of this blog. I have lost motivation somewhere, and I lack determination. I am aware that some of the content is outdated or quite weak. Will removing what I no longer like be like removing garbage, or maybe it would be better to cover it with something new and nicer?

For now, the blog will do whatever I want, and I sincerely advise my dear readers – close your eyes 🙂