As she continued her life not knowing where to go or what to feel,
letting the mind taking over what is meant to heal.
Not actually wanting to look in and try to deal,
you go on hoping and praying that someday it will all be real.
As the days go by and we grow up for each day becoming wiser,
the tendency of forgetting what's more important becomes unclear.
For some it is not so much about forgetting as it is about being afraid
of something bigger than you.
When choosing a path to go by we think rationally.
But often, the language of the mind does not speak the language of the heart,
and we end up doing irrational things.
Wanting to let go and feeling free and allowing yourself to be happy,
as happiness is what one continuously strives for.
30 September 2010
21 September 2010
What's love got to do with it?
Not knowing what you want must be very hard, but actually knowing what you want and feeling as if the goal is way out of reach must be the hardest thing.
You crawl then walk and eventually start to run and run and climb and climb and keep climbing until you can't climb any more. You see the goal ahead of you. You reach out your hand but there's always a beam of air between your hand and that final destination all pictured out inside your head.
All those years of hardwork form a slideshow in your mind. Tears, sweat and a whole lot of thinking brings you back to the rainy days where the entire universe seemed to work against you and your dreams. Often you feel the tears streaming down your face forming a pool representing all your hard work. The days when you thought it wasn't worth it anymore, it wasn't worth the mental stress and emotional wreck it could turn you into. Your heart aching for the love of your goals and dreams. Your stomach turning into a hard knot twisting and turning by the thought of not succeeding, standing still, not going forward, not being who you want to be..being stuck with no choices and an ordinary life.
Where does love fit into all this..does it? Who's got time for love anyways, it just takes up too much time in your already busy schedule right...As soon as love enters life, goals become blurry and ambition goes low...Love is complicated and your sorting out of your future is complicated enough...There's no time and space for love in your life...It's all about you and your relationship with yourself...
You crawl then walk and eventually start to run and run and climb and climb and keep climbing until you can't climb any more. You see the goal ahead of you. You reach out your hand but there's always a beam of air between your hand and that final destination all pictured out inside your head.
All those years of hardwork form a slideshow in your mind. Tears, sweat and a whole lot of thinking brings you back to the rainy days where the entire universe seemed to work against you and your dreams. Often you feel the tears streaming down your face forming a pool representing all your hard work. The days when you thought it wasn't worth it anymore, it wasn't worth the mental stress and emotional wreck it could turn you into. Your heart aching for the love of your goals and dreams. Your stomach turning into a hard knot twisting and turning by the thought of not succeeding, standing still, not going forward, not being who you want to be..being stuck with no choices and an ordinary life.
Where does love fit into all this..does it? Who's got time for love anyways, it just takes up too much time in your already busy schedule right...As soon as love enters life, goals become blurry and ambition goes low...Love is complicated and your sorting out of your future is complicated enough...There's no time and space for love in your life...It's all about you and your relationship with yourself...
14 September 2010
The long road
They say life is what you make it. Just grab your shit and make the best out of it. Make it to the final destination and row that boat ashore.
The road to the finish line can sometimes seem long and brutal. It takes turns you never would have expected and sometimes it has a tendency to stop at dead ends, forcing you to make a choice. Either you stay and stare into the same brick wall all your life, or you go back the same way you got there, collecting and evaluating the different road signs you left behind waiting to get acknowledged. Expecting a road without a curve is like saying a life never ends. Once in a while there is going to be a sudden left turn and everything ends at some point. Life then, is not about what happens when that time comes, more than it is about how you got there, what relationships you shared, your discoveries and your happiness. Cause ultimately, this is what makes a life worth living.
The road to the finish line can sometimes seem long and brutal. It takes turns you never would have expected and sometimes it has a tendency to stop at dead ends, forcing you to make a choice. Either you stay and stare into the same brick wall all your life, or you go back the same way you got there, collecting and evaluating the different road signs you left behind waiting to get acknowledged. Expecting a road without a curve is like saying a life never ends. Once in a while there is going to be a sudden left turn and everything ends at some point. Life then, is not about what happens when that time comes, more than it is about how you got there, what relationships you shared, your discoveries and your happiness. Cause ultimately, this is what makes a life worth living.
Hear you me
"May angels lead you in,
hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads,
the sleepless go,
may angels lead you in."
hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads,
the sleepless go,
may angels lead you in."
12 September 2010
The promised land
Somewhere far somewhere beyond. Where life isn't already made, it's created. Where dreams are encouraged and inspiration is the only essential. Where imagination is the highest kite one can fly and birds fly on a parallel. Where dreams aren't just thoughts wandering around inside of a tired mind, but a place paving the way for passion and insight. Where personal obstacles no longer are an impediment, rather a tool with which one can smell infinity. Where life transcends the boundaries of conventional wisdom, allowing cut wings to grow back and blossom into spectacular handles of life.
- You, yourself have the power to determine your destiny.
- You, yourself have the power to determine your destiny.
3 September 2010
One plus one
"This beautiful city seems empty. All the people in the world and it can still feel lonely. What's the point of having it all without the person you love. Sometimes you just need to start again in order to fly."
1 September 2010
Lucky?
What's the purpose of certain things/moments happening in your life? Why do they occur?
- Today I lost my keys to then having the opportunity of reclaiming them once again. I had gone to the grocery store and when I got back to open the door there were no keys in the bag, in the jacket or anywhere else! They were completely gone, lost, never to be found again. I searched for about 20 minutes while all along feeling like it was hopeless, I wasn't going to find them. I called the landlord and asked if he could come open my door where I had the extra keys. But it wouldn't matter since they would have to redo the entire lock and change keys for safety reasons. While feeling that lump in my stomach almost like I wanted to throw up everything turns for a second, a glimpse of light is beaming through, an old uncle had found a bunch of keys and so the landlord was going to check it and then get back to me. I waited another 15 minutes. I sit outside with my groceries and look completely devastated with a thousand different thoughts running around my head. Where was I going to find the sources needed to fund the new set of keys? (Being a student with a tight budget, my income isn't exactly weighing up to my expenses this starting month.) Why is this happening to me? I really hope it's my keys that have been found! What am I going to do if they're gone?
Then he calls back. Your lucky, the number on the keys match your apartment number, I'm on my way. And it was like my entire world had been on the brink of collapsing to then land me on a pair of soft clouds in the light blue sky. I couldn't believe they were my keys, I had walked a pretty long way and yet they were found. All of this happened under 30 minutes. So I asked myself, why? Why did I lose my keys, went all crazy thinking all sorts of things, to then get them back? Why did this nice man pick up MY keys and turned them in, why didn't he just walk on by like any other person would do? What does this mean?
After some reflection the lesson to be learned could mean to become a good samaritan.
Good Samaritan Law - A law that requires able persons, without putting themselves at risk, to provide reasonable aid to persons who are injured, ill, or otherwise imperiled (jeopardized, endangered). Maybe all of this had to happen in order for me to really understand the impact of this man's actions. Now that has been passed on to me. I will always feel an obligation of turning something in if I've found it. Not because it would make me feel better, but it would mean the world to the person who have lost their personal item. We have to feel obligated and we need to pass it on, cause people are the ones making up this world and people are our only assurance of existence.
- Today I lost my keys to then having the opportunity of reclaiming them once again. I had gone to the grocery store and when I got back to open the door there were no keys in the bag, in the jacket or anywhere else! They were completely gone, lost, never to be found again. I searched for about 20 minutes while all along feeling like it was hopeless, I wasn't going to find them. I called the landlord and asked if he could come open my door where I had the extra keys. But it wouldn't matter since they would have to redo the entire lock and change keys for safety reasons. While feeling that lump in my stomach almost like I wanted to throw up everything turns for a second, a glimpse of light is beaming through, an old uncle had found a bunch of keys and so the landlord was going to check it and then get back to me. I waited another 15 minutes. I sit outside with my groceries and look completely devastated with a thousand different thoughts running around my head. Where was I going to find the sources needed to fund the new set of keys? (Being a student with a tight budget, my income isn't exactly weighing up to my expenses this starting month.) Why is this happening to me? I really hope it's my keys that have been found! What am I going to do if they're gone?
Then he calls back. Your lucky, the number on the keys match your apartment number, I'm on my way. And it was like my entire world had been on the brink of collapsing to then land me on a pair of soft clouds in the light blue sky. I couldn't believe they were my keys, I had walked a pretty long way and yet they were found. All of this happened under 30 minutes. So I asked myself, why? Why did I lose my keys, went all crazy thinking all sorts of things, to then get them back? Why did this nice man pick up MY keys and turned them in, why didn't he just walk on by like any other person would do? What does this mean?
After some reflection the lesson to be learned could mean to become a good samaritan.
Good Samaritan Law - A law that requires able persons, without putting themselves at risk, to provide reasonable aid to persons who are injured, ill, or otherwise imperiled (jeopardized, endangered). Maybe all of this had to happen in order for me to really understand the impact of this man's actions. Now that has been passed on to me. I will always feel an obligation of turning something in if I've found it. Not because it would make me feel better, but it would mean the world to the person who have lost their personal item. We have to feel obligated and we need to pass it on, cause people are the ones making up this world and people are our only assurance of existence.
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