In loving memory of my cat

"Slinky Malinki was blacker than black,

a stalking and lurking adventurous cat.

He had bright yellow eyes, a warbling wail

and a kink at the end of his very long tail.

He was cheeky and cheerful, friendly and fun,

he'd chase after leaves and he'd roll in the sun.

But at night he was wicked and fiendish and sly.

Through moonlight and shadow he'd prowl and he'd pry."

The girl who hates goodbyes

Together,
Him and I made a goodbye letter.
We shred it into a million pieces and set it on fire,
I held the letter and he lit the match.
We watched it disappear with the wind as it's flame died down.
It left it's trace but it is better of gone.
Like a boat set to sail it would depart and fade,
And should it ever return, it will only be welcomed.

Heaven was dark for a very long time. But now the sun peeks and shines forth. Some rainclouds still pass by now and then, but they don't last as long. At least that is how I see it.
A Good bye from me, for me.

The path's unexpected ending

A path I have walked many many times, a path I cannot walk again. Passing a clear blue sky free of clouds and an explosion of flowers in the colors of the rainbow... It leads to a place completely unexpected.

The surrounding houses there display great character and carry themselves so well. They stand as remainders of tradition, honor and excellence.

After a longer gradual uphill or short steep staircase, you enter a park flourishing with diverse beauties. Of course the flowers are blue, but at least laughter can be heard. During daytime the playground is occupied by energetic little ones, parkbenches of the early 19th century are occupied by ladies passionately discussing trivial matter and young boys (not at school) enjoying their youth. At night, mystic people and secrecies lurk in the park, which I have not really explored, but they are eccentric and exciting. ~ An ambiance anything but bleak.

Passing a river of sparkling blue water. There you find voluptuous trees, some with big branches and grand deep green leaves in all shapes. They usually leave a shaddow on the grass below them in the face of a bright summer sun. This is why people picknic underneath them, protected below from the burning sun by its leaf-branches. Although what strikes me the most is how massive the bridge is and begin to think how ironic it is that I have only passed the bridge by car and never actually walked over it myself...

Towards the end you finally arrive into the arms of angelic hospitality, in which it does not ever matter if you are inside looking out...

The passive survival

By being a result of your past, all you may have is a bunch of yesterdays and perhaps very few tomorrows. You call out for something wider than this world can give. So naturally giving up may seem the most suitable. It is the easy way out, but see it is not a way out. It is the road to degenerating into further tragedy and misery.
You must never complete your life sentence to being sick because life is never solely terrible. For every piece of happiness there is a piece of unhappiness. If one of them is not there, you have not told the whole story. That is how life is. So at some point you have to stop telling yourself the same story, in other words the bitter one in bitter-sweet.

Courage in a world of brutality, Oskar Schindler

"Whoever saves one life,
saves the world entire."

Those are the words of a remarkable man called Oskar Schindler who lived up to those exact words. As a symbol for courage in a world of brutality, he saved near 1200 Jews from the gas chambers than any other single person during World War II.


In honor and remembrance of Oskar Schindler; (28 April 1908 – 9 October 1974)

The bittersweet life

Don't ever give up

if you still want to try.

Don't ever wipe your tears

if you still want to cry.

Don't ever settle for an answer

if you still want to know.

Don't ever say you don't love

if you can't let go.

Life is a great school and teaches us lessons that could never be learned, by the soul, in any other way. We come here to experience both love and loss. Whatever is sweet in its happening, will be bitter when it ends or changes. Sadly, this is the reality that many people settle for, without a single thought on mounting it, when it is the steps you take afterwards that are the ones that determine what it turns into. That is what being courageous is; Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move forward despite fear.