Too often I see the elderly talking, instead of listening. They -just like me- think they know it all, and they are so eager to spread their wisdom. That’s a curse we carry on our shoulders, and it gets more cumbersome with each passing year. The urge to enlighten the youth gets stronger and stronger.
When we hit middle age, that’s when most of us start reminiscing. We think about the good old times and compare our present life to the past, and our treasured memories make us often believe life was mostly better back then.
So far off it seems at first, so close it might be already. Scary read, heartless, read. “Can’t happen!” I thought, “We are not heartless,” and then I looked around and…
The French citizens have spoken, and they have spoken loud and clear. They sent a message to the right-wing nationalists and stomped them into the ground -where they belong.
Department stores are closing left and right, hundreds will lose their jobs and once again it looks like we are not prepared. I can’t help but shake my head in disbelieve. “Seriously, we didn’t see that coming?”
I look around, and I can’t help but smile; I feel proud to be one of them. I see confidence and courage, we show it in the way we walk and talk. I can’t remember seeing this when I was young, but then perhaps I didn’t have an eye for it then, didn’t know what to look for.
When I was young, I looked at the older me
saw the vision of what I longed to become.
I could see myself dancing in the future
whirling along a path, that hadn’t been built yet.
Good Morning my Worries
You are back so I see
I hope you are well rested
and ready for battle
because today I will fight you
and will kick your behind
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
There are so many lost, alone and confused souls searching for answers and reasons why their lives seem so out of control. Imagine where we all would be without hope?
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There was a time in my life, when I thought about the past a lot. I sat there for hours, days and weeks, trying to find the answers to all the questions that I had. I wanted answers and explanations about many things that had happened in my life, but most of all about my parents. I was convinced that many things would be different, if my past would have been different.