“You miss her? Then book a ticket on the next flight get on a fucking plane and fly to her. Jump on a bus and ride five, six, eleven hours to see her beautiful face. Hitch hike from the other side of the country, in the rain, sunshine and the hail. Take your Mom’s car and drive for three hours and bang on her door, until she wakes up shitty but happy to see you. Sneak onto a train and journey for two hours. If you miss her as much as you say, then you will find a way to get to her. Even if that means you’re broke for two months, or tired for a week. If she matters as much as you say, you’ll find a way.”
— Unknown
Saturday, November 30, 2013
“You miss her?
a heart touching story.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.”
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?”
The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
You´d better watch out - Billie the vision & the dancers.
You better watch out cause I like you
Good things makes me vanish and go
If I find the common cure for this
I will also find that I am immune
You better watch out cause I like you
I drew a sketch on your shoulder
I tattooed you on your birthday
You couldn't see what it said
cause the blood and the bandage covered your arm
You better watch out cause I like you
I watched you sleeping sound this morning
You might catch a glimpse of me this night
Disappeared with the decease I have
I'm not feeling well so please don't pick up a fight
I should have watched out cause I like you
I will never learn from this
and you'll regret all the hugs and kisses
I will never learn from this
and you'll regret all the hugs and kisses
I will never learn from this
The tattoo that I left on you said best before right now
You should punch me in the stomach
and then you should hit me in the face
But you couldn't watch out cause I like you
I will never learn from this...
I’ve never really understood the thing with Valentine’s Day.
I’ve never really understood the thing with Valentine’s Day. If you love someone, don’t you love that person all the time? Not more because it is February 14. If I was with someone I would appreciate a gift or a box of chocolates so much more if I didn’t get it on Valentine’s Day.
It just feels so very forced.
And that's why I think Valentines Dag lame, pathetic and unnecessary.
You’ll Be On Your Own
You aren’t handsome I know
But there’s something with you
Felt like I just came home
The first time I laid eyes on you
It all makes perfect sense
We all know except for you
You would never have guessed it
But this evening I’ll be thinking
of you again.
But there’s something with you
Felt like I just came home
The first time I laid eyes on you
It all makes perfect sense
We all know except for you
You would never have guessed it
But this evening I’ll be thinking
of you again.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
The biggest battle in life
The biggest battle in life is not to compare your achievements against others and be proud, but rather be proud of what you have achieved yourself.
— Loving Kindness Metta
May I be filled with loving kindness,
May I be well,
May I be peaceful and at ease,
May I be free from suffering
May you be filled with loving kindness,
May you be well,
May you be peaceful and at ease,
May you be free from suffering.
May all beings be filled with loving kindness,
May all beings be well,
May all beings be peaceful and at ease,
May all beings be free from suffering.”
— H.L. Mencken
“Once a woman passes a certain point in intelligence, it is almost impossible to get a husband: she simply cannot go on listening [to men] without snickering.”
— Unknown
“If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you. You shouldn’t have to fight for a spot. Never, ever insist yourself to someone who continuously overlooks your worth.”
— Marcel Proust
“Every kiss provokes another. Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life. How closely, in their abundance, are they pressed one against another; until lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour, as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.”
— Alain de Botton
Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.
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