Heaven couldn’t wait for you…


And so you came, a soul who had no rest until it helped as many as it could. And now, who is helping you? Who is caressing your soul when it’s in need? Are you looking down upon us, to see how we all regret you leave, and that we couldn’t do more? Or are you relived? It’s easier to be free?

I miss you…sometimes I feel you. I try to think of you like you are running free among the ones that miss you, and that you caress us. I talk to you so much, we still laugh and cry even if you are not still holding my hand.

Rethinking, and rethinking you were playing at your best the few roles from my life that brought me happiness. It’s useless to turn back the time. I find you between the lines that I read, between every medical report, and every stamp. You gave me some great memories, you helped me grow. Thank you! I can still hear you laugh, see you next to me, hear you, I miss your hugs, your hands, you…

I hate all this traditions, fake people, fake tears just to be like everyone else. I hate the ones who smiled, or laughed when your body rested. Without you in it, your body didn’t seemed yours. In the first moments I kept waiting for you to get up, to smile and say that you are joking, but the joke was on me. Why do we torture ourselves so much at funerals? This traditions only make you hurt more and more. I wish nothing like this. So what will your soul do now? Will you stay among us, or will you go on another quest? Or will you rest? As I know you, you can’t rest too much…you will start something. Caress me one more time, before you go…

Small world?


How do you find the world? Big or small? When you look at your problems do you find them big?  But when you look at them  comparatively with other peoples problem, do you find them small?
How are we supposed to look at everything?  As big or small?
I suppose everything is small compared with big and other way around.  But still each small thing is important, maybe more important than all small things made big together. 
So I guess that the way you look at your problems,  in a big or small way it’s decided by your character.  Are you an optimist or a pesimist?

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Words hurt?


Same areas of the brain get activated when we get social rejection, or the betrayal of a loved one as when we spill hot coffee on our arm.  In other words the emotional pain hurts the same as the physical pain. So if there are drugs for physical pain, than they might work for the emotional one? Like:” take 2 pills in the morning to feel better all day?”
But numbing our pain is a good thing? If we never felt angry could we have ever apreaciated happiness?  Or fear to admire courage?
Maybe to enjoy the beauty in our lifes we must enjoy the pain….

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