During my reflections, I ponder alone – but don't think of it as anything sad – in this instance, solitude is merely a calm, peaceful contemplation of existence. A magical number always presents itself to me: the „3”, which questioningly asks to analyse the sphere of time behind every thought. What was, what is, what will be? Who was I, who am I, and who will I be? This intangible thing we call the soul, where did it come from, where is it, and where will it go? Always this magical „3”. What did I hear from my grandparents, my parents? What will I pass on to my child and my grandchildren?
An adult can tell not only from their studies but also from experience that everything is always changing. Yet, with all our might, with all our hearts, we cling to everything in life that we find good, positive, and beautiful throughout our lives. We cling to our loved ones, our culture, and we try to create a world around us in which these values aim for constancy, for eternity. The tales of my grandparents and the heroes in whose love I grew up give me strength and faith.
My studies and experiences favour and try to keep alive a world that is dear to me. The everyday chores and a strange rush don't always allow us to see ourselves and the world around us clearly. One thing I am sure of: that I, as a human being, could not, cannot, and will not be able to cope with life's challenges alone. While my soul wants to soar, the most important things are the people who have been by my side throughout my life, and with whom I have lived the sad everyday and joyful moments of daily life together. In recent years, the changes in the world seem to bother me more than before. I have often feared people, and unfortunately I don't understand why they want to turn everything upside down at all costs.
The title of the piece suggests that I desire something impossible, but believe me, I haven't gone mad. If the world were mine, I would do everything the same, despite the faultfinders – for my own pleasure and for the pleasure of the world.
