“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”
Ivan panin I came by this one and thought: now there is a good one to think about! We can look at them separate or as a union, and when I did it so many things came to mind and in it the truth of a lot of things. Raises the question if it is truly human to make such a mess of so many things, just to be reminded that we are human, we do make mistakes and although we promise ourselves to learn from them; we seem to seldom do so.
Are we falling into a pattern or do we just not listen, not to others but mainly to ourselves? When love makes you blind, does it also needs to make you stupid? Thinking about this I need to smile, looking back on the past, recent and way back. Yes, I have learned and yet made some mistakes again, and even defended them with yet another excuse, its like burning your fingers, first because the pan is hot, the next time because the liquid in it was hot and the last time the griddle was to blame. So why did I just not check every thing? Before ending up with the blisters on the exact same fingers?
If someone has the answers please share, although I have the answer myself, I think. We or in this case I pay not enough attention to what is really happening around me or even right in front of my nose, just because I am to busy not noticing and having to face my own mistakes. Nobody is perfect, so why am I trying to hide my own imperfections? How can I truly love someone for who she or he is if I can’t truly love all about myself? In my lifetime I will not become perfect I am afraid but I can learn to be happy about myself and my life, that bit of happiness will make life a lot nicer. We all write so much about everyday life, just have a look around on all the blogs and yet we do not seem to be the wiser. Shelves are filled with self-help books and god knows millions are made by people writing them. My blog is my diary my own reflection and sometimes utter bullsh*** but I get stuff out of my head and I don’t really care if it makes sense (anymore).
One day I might think logical the next my head is a mess and I think my blog, my thoughts reflect that. Doesn’t mean I feed the cat soup and munch on the cat food myself, but is sure feels like it sometimes.
This is who I am, well part of it, and I am settling with it. Growing older should make me wiser, next to grey and wrinkly, well in the end I hope someone will tell me what the result of my life is. If not, so be it. I can at least try to be honest and straight forward as I noticed so much in life becomes fake, life lived through the eyes and expectations of others.
This all disappears when I am with my friends, and recently more just being at home. My trips to Spain were eye opening, and they gave me peace and happiness. This little stretch of beach, the garden and my friends, or family as I call them now, around me, suddenly I don’t care that I have a few pounds to many or don’t have the perfect eyesight anymore. This place lets me be just me, like I normally just feel at home behind close doors. Through my friends the world has become a nicer safer place for me to walk on. Sure, I do look left and right while crossing the street, as I hate stains of blood on my jeans. But I feel less angry at the world. Not only the rich and famous or Hollywood shapes our life, we are part of this world, every little thing sets something in motion. I might just have forced an ant to move home, but in the end that might change the life of several ants etc. the chain reaction is in motion, and as such we make many a day. The waters of our life are never without a single ripple until we die. So while we are in motion let’s not cook a storm but have little waves that might rock our boat just a little in the light of life!
Safe journey for the coming night!
