Don't forget to not forget about yourself...

Yes, we sometimes forget. It's only human to forget things, names, ideas or feelings. I've noticed that lately, people tend to forget to be happy. They simply forget to do things for themselves, for their own comfort. For the soul must also be fed from time to time, and not just the stomach. We sometimes wish to forget. We generally avoid remembering bad things or times when we were hurt. But all these things come back without us pushing the 'forget' button. It's just like in the saying: "You cannot escape your fears". Perhaps some use their fears to stay focused and alert. Everyone should know that only through exercising it, will the mind sharpen. We may forget important things. And if we tend to forget, we can simply loose our heads. The past is actually the base for the present. And if we forget the past, will the present still have a solid basis? Someone once told me: "Don't forget to not forget about yourself." Perhaps when forgetting about ourselves, we go back in the past.


Si bineinteles varianta in Romana...


Da, Uneori uitam. Si este pur omenesc sa uiti, de la amanunte la nume, de la idei la sentimente. Am observat in ultima vreme ca oamenii au tendinta de a uita sa fie fericiti. Uita pur si simplu sa faca lucruri pentru ei, pentru confortul lor si bunastarea sufletului. Pentru ca si sufletul trebuie hranit din cand in cand, nu doar stomacul. Cateodata ne dorim sa uitam. In general evitam sa ne aducem aminte de lucruri rele, sentimente de suferinta, perioade ale vietii cand poate nu eram in regula. Dar toate aceste lucruri vin inapoi fara ca noi sa apasam pe butonul uitarii. Exact ca in zicala : "De ce ti-e frica, nu scapi." Poate ca unii folosesc uitarea ca un mod de a-si tine mintea clara si focusata. Dar orice om trebuie sa stie ca doar prin exerciutiu isi poate forma acuratetea mintii. Iar daca uitam, putem ajunge sa ne uitam si capul. Si cand iti uiti capul, atunci urmeaza si sufletul, inevitabil. Tot ceea ce dam uitarii, nu va dispare niciodata. Si poate tot ceea ce inseamna trecut, este de fapt baza prezentului. Iar daca dam uitarii trecutul, oare prezentul va mai fi bazat pe ceva solid? Un calator prin viata mi-a zis oadata : "Nu uita sa nu uiti de tine". Poate ca atunci cand uitam de noi, ne reintoarcem in trecut.

Silent all these years - Tori Amos & Leonard Cohen

Excuse me but can I be you for a while, my dog won't bite if you sit, real still. I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again yeah, I can hear that been saved again by the garbage truck .
I got something to say you know, but nothing comes, yes I know what you think of me you never shut up. yeah I can hear that but, what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it hey but, I don't care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here, silent all these years....
So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts? what's so amazing about really deep thoughts boy? You best pray that I bleed real soon... how's that thought for you? My scream got lost in a paper cup. You think there's a heaven where some screams have gone... I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it's enough to get us there? Years go by ... will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand... years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head... years go by will I choke on my tears till finally there is nothing left... one more casualty. You know... we're too easy ....
Well I love the way we communicate, your eyes focus on my funny lip shape. Let's hear what you think of me now but baby don't look up the sky is falling. Your mother
shows up in a nasty dress, it's your turn now to stand where I stand. Everybody lookin' at you... here take hold of my hand. Yeah. I can hear them...

Here's for the crazy ones....

Because i like to share, here's a little poem i found...


Here’s to the crazy ones...

The misfits.The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do...

The Night...

Although while I'm writing these lines, there's still daylight outside, I wish it was night. Because at night I feel good. The night represents the time when we are relaxed, when we think, when we recover. It has the power to sometimes make everything all right and any problem disappear. Although many are afraid of the night, I always gladly wait for it. I find it easier to breathe at night, when I don't hear all the buzzing of the cars and I'm not bothered by the staleness of the dusty streets. And yes, the night is romantic - another reason for my love of it. To some, it became the chance to take shelter from all the problems and to just relax, whereas for others, the night is the time to take care of the rest of their affairs which come up in everyday life. There was a song which went like this: "The night, always a good friend, a glass of wine and the lights down low...", and I remember I was charmed by it. The night isn't just a full moon surrounded by a sea of stars filling the sky, but also it's about charm and magic. Indeed, something always happens during the night, a light flickers, something dies or is born. Though it seems peaceful, the night is always...

Short....

in need of change,
in need of trouble,
in need of looking,
i'm just laughing.

in need of blessing,
in need of couressing,
in need of me, inside you,
in need of her,to leave you.

Vulnerability

Since it is a fairly common feature of people in general, I decided to write about it today. When it comes to people, I like to search deep within their very essence, therefore I thought that the one thing we all keep hidden and we consider a sign of weakness, is our vulnerability. In those moments in which vulnerability is shown, as people, we get a chance to really know personalities around us; for it is the appropriate moment for confessions and also displays of sensibility. And surprises just keep on coming because vulnerability is like a gateway of the human soul. It must not be looked upon as a bad thing, because being sensitive does not mean not being strong, and under no circumstances does it mean that people should take advantage of such moments. And because we are people, and not robots, nobody forbids us to display sensibility or to unmask our true personalities in front of everybody else. A while ago I've asked a man if he ever cries and he said "No. Never." I realized that he was lying. We cannot act indifferently to the bad things that happen around us. In the end this is the way we are, with both good and bad, and masks are merely an option.

It's the end of the world, as we know it...

People, it's the end of an Era....
My deepest thoughts of bitterness go out to all the Vama Veche goers..
This was about the spirit of freedom, about all the good times when nobody judged nobody...This also was the place on that all europeans were jelous...A german is crying...