Humana

Life at DRH :)

26.07.2010 Norway

So here I am ..... Norway, the beginning of the dream as i like to call it. It is the end of my second day here and i am starting to believe the saying “ The man makes the place”.
Indeed we make the places we walk on.
Here i am in the middle of no were , surrounded by so many strangers, nice strangers, some even cute strangers, and i love it. For the first time in a very long time i feel myself. I feel free and ready to explore new possibilities. A lot of the people here share my beliefs, my dreams, have the same goals and even if many of them don’t know this yet they are all searching for themselves. They like to call it being bored with what they had back home, but is the same.
So the trip day was like a breaking point for me, i thought about all the ones i left at home and maybe, just maybe i lived one of those movie moments ..... i called him to say goodbye and he wanted me back.... my heart is still with him most of the time but all i want to do now is thank him for the movie moment. I really needed it.
Most of the people here are complaining, about the food, the weather the boring moments of the day..... the humanly complaining subjects. Somehow it makes me wonder what do we want in the end. Maybe is Love, love for life , love for and from others, love for our work, our children...... why we always search and in the complain?
I hope by the end of this program to find the answer to this question.

Peace Corps

Heroes 1

Where does it come from? This quest... This need to solve life’s mysteries.... for the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps it would be better off not looking at all..... Not doubting, not desiring. But that’s not human nature, not the human heart. That is not why we are here......

Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope, never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way. Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts and share the pain of trying.

A child is born to innocence, a child is drawn towards good. Why then so many among us go so horribly wrong. What makes some walk the path of darkness, while others choose the light. Is it will? Is it destiny? Can we ever hope to understand the force that shapes the soul?

It starts with light and ends with light and in between there is darkness. Nothing there is beyond hope, nothing that could be sworn impossible. Nothing left unimagined since Zeus, father of the Olympians made night from midday, hiding the light of the shining sun and raining dark fear dawn upon men.

There is a moment in every war when everything changes. A moment when the road bends, alliances and battle lines shift and the rules of engagement are rewritten. Moments like these can change the nature of the battle and turn the tide for either side. So we do what we can to understand them. To be ready for change we steady our hearts, cover our fears, master our forces and look for signs in the stars. But these moments, these game changes remain a mystery. Destiny is the invisible hand moving the pieces from the chessboard. No matter how much we prepare for them, how much we resist the change, anticipate the moment, fight the inevitable outcome, in the end, we are never truly ready when it strikes.

Carpe Diem

"Seize the Day"

Carpe diem is a phrase from a Latin poem by Horace. It is popularly translated as "seize the day". Carpe means "pick, pluck, pluck off, gather", but Horace uses the word to mean "enjoy, make use of."

In Horace, the phrase is part of the longer Carpe diem quam minime credula postero – "Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future", and the ode says that the future is unknowable, and that instead one should scale back one's hopes to a brief future, and drink one's wine.

" And if not now, when? "

The End.....

Why we lose focus? Why we let egos destroy love? Why we are not mature and responsible regarding our lives our relationships our love?

We start such complex and painful conflicts based on our hard convictions. Convictions that we don't realize what they are anymore. They are us now. When we finally start to open our eyes and see the long gone purpose the messed trust in ourselves and others we cut our feet in the little pieces of broken glass ….. glass that was our heart…. our soul……. and then, you see why you always have to be yourself.

Today I was crying in a parking lot holding in my arms a beautiful soul. The one that was my husband my closest friend the most intimate person in my life. The one that told me he loves me and ………… All is gone, I have 10 years of amazing memories left, a broken heart and a confused soul. I did this to myself for not allowing me to be ME.

I have the memory of this moment when we both cried in each others arms for the last time.