Who drops the bombs?

My favourite Greek journalist and blogger whose new editorial is again impeccably written, once wrote a text entitled 'who drops the bombs' in his old magazine, 01, that was my teenage obsession. I don't remember what that text was about, but it's title always appealed to me. The question is always relevant-who the fuck drop the bombs, in people's lives, in people's minds, in people's hearts?

Sometimes, we do it ourselves: who see a nice little town and we drop a bomb on it. We call things with their names (and not with other, fake, sugarcoated names) and we grab bulls by their horns. We then feel instantly better, empowered and the rest of it, and we then enter the time of indecision-we go back and fourth being sad and happy, angry and calm, empowered and powerless.

Some other times, it is the 'other'-he drops the bombs. The other is a powerful entity, he often has the ability to make one feel helpless and all but the question is: does the 'other' ever drop anything, or is it our own bombs that are dropped again, only by reflection? Nobody has the power to fuck our world-it is only if we leave the window open, it is only then that the bombs will come in.

And finally, sometimes the bombs fall from the sky. It's nobody's fault, it's just that things happened. Unexpectedly, unbelievably, frustratingly, things happened by themselves. Again, is this ever possible? I don't think so.

I think it's always us, that drop the bombs in our lives. Either actively or by keeping open windows or not looking enough at the sky.

I will leave you to ponder about all this, with my new find: Nteibint and his awesome music courtecy of Lifo.