Little steps

The past is gone. It got lost between our obligations, new life scenes and new faces. It will never change as you can not change it. The past is only but a practice for the future, a stored memory that most have chosen to erase from our minds. Only the important events that are significant will cause us to remember what has happened. Those memories that nobody will ever achieve in erasing from out minds. 

When we are enjoying life and we are experiencing a beautiful moment that you never want to end life flies by quicker then we would like it to. However, when there is a tragic scene in our lives, a nightmare we can not escape, reverts itself into our lives and we are experiencing it...we want time to fast forward. We want the green light to turn on. But it does not...panic.

We can change time. Time can go faster if you see what is significant in life and we enjoy it. Time goes slower if we live life down and feeling sorry for yourself. Do something in life. Achieve it and make it your goal.

Though, remember be patient and one little step at a time. Remember not to fall.

Beautiful flowers but a broken heart

There once was a fragile girl who fell in love with a boy who broke her heart. The day she felt loved made the rest of her days perfect. This fragile girl was different to others. Her hair was constantly tied up in a withering swoop on top of her little head and her long eye lashes made even the stars fall in shame. Her glance was powerful and delicate but still sincere and childish. She spoke in wise powerful words in public and to others but she knew in her heart she was still fragile. She became insecure with herself and thought people would not be aware. The boy finally broke her heart...3 stabs exactly in the centre. Her eyelashes no longer shamed the stars as they were dancing with tears. She had changed in a matter of days.

She believed that her disguise was perfect and that no one could see her heart aching, but I could see rite through it. Through her laughs, through her smiles, through it all.

Thus, though at times it seems that a person is fine in ones heart. The reality is a broken heart never recovers but a new one can rise again.

The Giant that took me to the Island

I felt the air disappear around me. It was taken by the wind from a giant to a magical and thrilling place. That place was a beautiful and exotic Island. Everything in this Island was beautiful. But this was not a simple Island. At this precise moment you imagine palm trees on top of sand and sea surrounding it...maybe even a few coconuts if your really make your imagination work. However, this Island was not as you would imagine it. It was divided into different seasons. One moment you were in winter, the next in summer and the following one in Autumn. This island was full of light. It was night time for a week then changed to day time for another. Every persons eyes were so bright and shimmering that it made the stars hide away in shame. The moon shun in different colors as it played a reflection on each others sun kissed skin. Every single cloud was of a different shape. You could lie down on the sun and never get burnt. No need to take you sunglasses as everyones eyes were as bright as diamonds. Diamonds , yes, diamonds everywhere to be seen!

The rocks in the sea were made of jelly but still held your weight perfectly. However...when the current came the whole sea would become a massive pool of strawberry flavored fizzy drink that you could let the mermaids drink. The mermaids were like children in middle eastern factory sweatshops working for Primark. But instead of working long hours they braided your hair and made amazing meals thanks to the magical fish that danced under water. Many of the Mermen felt useless next to the stunning mermaids with long candy made fins and flowers in their golden locked hair.

However, if there was a fire nothing could go wrong as the fire was a mere friend to us. Thus fire was dazzling and exponentially always flaming. But it never burnt...just kept us a light during the darkness of the silenced night. The only sound you could hear at night was the fluttering of our long black eyelashes protecting our diamond crystal shimmering eyes.


Where is your special Island?

Grab it by the balls/horns

Sometimes actions are better then words. You must take these actions and make them real. Stop thinking on all the negative aspects of the reality of a situation but take the bull by the horns. If the situation does not work or it completely rejects you, then just be happy you had the balls to do it and a little adrenalin rush.

However, limits are part of life. Always have limits or the world would be an even darker and twisted f***** up place then it already is.

The happyness race

Is everything a race in life? Or is it just me? Everyone wants to be the prettiest, the tallest, the skinniest, the smartest, the funniest but no one wants to be the caering one, the one that respects other, the one person who ask´s you how you are after a long day at work. Who is by your side when everything is a nightmare.

Everything is moving so fast in life to win this race which isnt even important. This race that makes people not only think but believe that they have to win this race to always be the best. But the reality is that you only win in life when your not aware of it. When your sad your aware of it and you feel sorry for yourself thats when the perceived duty and need to win the happyness race kicks in. But the moment we are happy and our lives are complete and we have won...we are sadly not aware of it and find the need to find even more happyness. Which is impossible as there is only one happyness. One love. One moment. One happyness race.

Responsability

In life you have two roads to choose. The easy way and the hard one. The easy way is the one most people take but what most people are not aware of is that its the wrong way. When we choose the easy road in life we have less to fight for, thus, we achieve less. When taking the more challenging road life is harder but we achieve so much more. Perceivier and never stop. If you fall you get back up and if you fall again you get up even harder. You fight for what you believe in. If we dont fight for what we believe is rite and what we feel in our hearts is truely inspiring for each one...then at the end of these two twisted roads,what are we fighting for?

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