Sunday, November 22, 2009

Barbie Sweet 16 Ideas

I hate the winter

paraphrase the Green Day I say "Wake Me Up When the winter ends" ! I look out the window of yet another train that takes me up and down, and I see nothing but fog. The landscape, already in itself is not particularly strong, it becomes increasingly sad every passing month. November is the fog. Everything gets gray at dusk on Sunday (they are only 4 of afternoon!). It 's dark, the houses in the countryside the lights in the evening. And in the distance there is nothing, only gray and fog. While my ipod seems to understand my sadness, I remember all the times that I left. I think back to my trip to Switzerland, the endless tears, the desire to leave everything ... I think back to when I climbed on the train, to the mountains, coming down at night, the loneliness that gripped me. I think of what might have been unnecessary suffering detachment and distance. And I think how it could be hours.
As the train gets closer to the goal, I think of when someone was waiting at the station or at home, and I think tonight I will be alone. I think of my mom every time I go street and ask me when I think of when they asked me. A when he told me to stay on and do not worry. And I cry again, immersed in this stupid fog that clouds the mind and will not let me breathe. In this crowded commuter train on Sunday. And once again I wonder: is it worth the effort? It is worth being away from loved ones always? It's worth suffering the gap each time you travel? It is worth to feel uprooted?
Unanswered Questions. Melancholy in the winter. So I go into hibernation: Wake me up when winter is over.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Letterhead For Community Service

Learn to be happy

This weekend I had a life lesson. It was not the first time, but perhaps I had not understood what it meant to learn to be happy. Happiness unfortunately not unexpected falls from the sky, not a gift, not an objective state of mind. Happiness is a feeling that you can learn to have, because being happy does not depend on external factors, but only from us.
We spend most of our lives looking for something. This expectation leads us to continue to be unhappy 90% of our time. It is perhaps the reason why we need to hope that after death there something good will happen. But this would mean that happiness is not of this world, but sometimes we feel really happy. Do not mean to settle, no. It means that everything we get, if we really wanted, was a success. It means that whenever we have a satisfaction, we can be happy. If we are not is because we are always waiting for something to happen more beautiful, that place all the problems, that someone or something to give us the happiness we deserve.
not deserve happiness, you try and get. How it all. Imagine waiting a lifetime (or for a very long time) for something to happen, the thing that makes us truly happy. If it happens, when it happens, what to expect next? We invent another thing to expect, because we will be disappointed by the fact that what happened is not really made us happy, because there is always something, because it did not go exactly as we expected.
must never be as expected. And then there is perhaps unnecessary to wait? Maybe it is more useful to realize that it takes very little to be happy. There is always something to be happy. 'S also useful to realize that they will never be all right. So why deny that minute a day of happiness? We should not necessarily be always happy, but perhaps we would (I would) be good more often. Thanks for the lesson.

"But I got you ... so it's just a pretext, but I got you!"

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Remove Cricket Bat Tape

ephemeral

... and you cling to a grain of sand, knowing that the wind will take it away ...
... and you cling to a leaf on a tree, knowing that in autumn fall ...
... and you cling to a drop of rain, knowing that the earth will absorb the ...
So you cling to the hope that he will die slowly, leaving the empty soul ...