who is going to stop me

o, what a wonderful and inspirational picture this is.

You should almost regret it that there are lines written on it.  But when reading the lines, thinking a moment about it, the full depth of the words came into my mind.

As a good facebook addicted, today it was the time again to defriend someone.  That is (maybe) one of the amazing powers that Facebook gives. You are able to control who you are friends with, and if they say something you dislike, you can punish them in quitting them from your 'friends'  list.
Ha! It's just a name, and in a few years FaceBook is over, friends forgotten but real people, you still have to deal with. If you want or not.

So, maybe people are shocked when I am so hard in my words. maybe some people feel disappointed that I can end friendships so fast.
Well, to be honest, I cannot end friendships!

Those friendships are two different things. People I do know, and with who I disagree, they talk, and I return the talk. They know when my words get hard and I know when their words do more with me. It is all right. Great friendships did start with a fight. I can face people that disagree with me. I know I am not perfect, I know some of my weaknesses, and I need others to point me at some that I tend to forget.
When you discuss, openly, about , for example, your sexual attraction to females bums, okay, do it. I think that there are people who smile about it but I know there are people as well who dislike such. And as for respecting those, I did make my uproar.  Hm, here as well ...

I try to accept other people the way they are, and not to judge them on one particular part of their body.  Even the heart cannot do without the soul.
Dont feel hurted when I put you off from my friends list, that is not what it is about. It is about that you think about what you did do. And no one else is responsible for that then you, yourself.
I dont know yet who is going to stop me from letting me :)

Stop those f ckin Nazis

I just read this article, about a 98 years old man that is finally catched again and charged for his cruelties in World War II
GOOD work.  There is no escape. Those should not find rest until their last day on earth.

Please keep him behind bars. No matter how short it will last.

Because we should not forget, and he even less

http://news.yahoo.com/hungarian-man-98-charged-world-war-ii-crimes-080153598.html

How often did you judge about others the past few days?

When you are as addicted as me to FaceBook, you will know the feeling, that it often is like looking through a huge photo album. With the difference that there are all kind of wisdoms written on the pictures, that most of the time ruin the photo and, now and then. And what to do then?  Indeed repost it, feel exited about the 'likes' and positive reactions.
A nice way to feel better :)
This morning I got stuck in an arguement, in what a person was forcing another to appologize, for somethng that I havent read. Still not.  I did react, the 'evil me' appearantly is awake thanks to the weather..., that I should like to see subjects that are related to what is relevant for that group.  Of course it escalated and now it is that far that there are a few that demand me to appologize too.
So, who knows me knows that that is not working, and that is (for me) the end of the discussion.  Said what is said and, just like in the text pictures, made people thinking about their attitude. And yes, I did think about mine as well

Sometimes it is so easy to post lines, to tell others what to do,  throw some wisdoms to them, and then continue with your own life.  That's  why I often doubt about the integritiy of such pictures.
Now tomorrow I found this one in my mail box.

The picture itselves shows enough. But the guiding line with it, is one that is getting me every day. How often people judge me, without knowing me!  And .. to my shame I must admit, that I sometimes do the same abut others.

How often did you judge about others the past few days?




Don’t get hung up on what your body looks like—focus on what your body can do!

Disgusting - Shocking

/Below my blog is a picture of the victim.  It can be shocking to watch it, keep your childrens' eiyes away.

Very unlike me I want to add here a printout of something that today did reach my Facebook.

It is the story about a horse, that is tortured and has a lot of stitch wounds at the neck.
here in our area, Krefeld, there seems to be a person that has slaughtered this way some animals recently. A sheep, a horse, and most likely he was disturbed before he could finish his job on this horse.

I do not like to post many negative things, and I did read that story in the local papers, friends told me about it, so I knew what was going on.
But seeing this picture was the limit.

How on earth can someone do something?  Okay, the profilers tend to believe that this person has a desease, in what he is showing his 'superiority at animals'.
What is not helping anyone at all.

This man (I assume it is a man, but of course I am not sure) should be catched.  Prison penalty is not good enough for him.  A human being who can hurt an animal this much, should not be rewarded with a few years in prison only.  Maybe he should need to sleep with the lions, for a week or so.  But then without his knifes.

MORE then enough said, sorry for this, sometimes I feel ashame to be a human being


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Humble

Not a long blog today, not a deep thought, just some random stuff from the past 24 hours.

It is amazing how I pick up conversations so easy with people, after months of not talking. It feels so relaxing to know that we talk when we feel like, are nosey or what, and then, after our check how are you doing, get on with our own life. It is lovely when the other writes.. you're Hans, that covers all :)

I LOVE to see the shares of those wonderful pictures, the joy that comes from it. And the sparkle when it are pictures of those beautiful cats of my sister.:)

It is nice to meet new people, in real, on line. Hm, can someone tell me the difference?

Sometimes I wish that health was a thing I could buy. So that some people need to suffer less, and can have a good time too.

Sometimes I wonder how weird people can be. How CAN you put up a candle, at facebook, while you know that the people involved dont want that? 

It is wonderful to make people smile. It is a bliss to be allowed to carry someone in your heart.

And I have to share opinions. No matter if it is about the spying american government, or the thought of quitting a game.'

Oh, and you know what is wonderful? That I-finally!!!- can walk barefoot outside without freezing my toes of :)

Alone

Sorry for the huge picture, but it is so wonderful, that I like it full view here.

Then about the text. Alone sounds, in our modern society, negative. And of course, it is not nice when you are without anyone else to speak to, to lean on, or what you have in thought.

On the other side I think that everyone needs those 'alone' moments. It is nice to have someone around, but where do you find the time to realy get back to yourself, listening to what you feel, what you want, who you realy are (and not how you wish others to see you)?
When you are lonely you can not hide behind others. You can not blame others for hurting you. You are fully responsible for what you do or what not. How many of us can take that responsibility?

I have difficulties with it. It is much easier to 'mediate'  when two people fight about a picture of icecream. Sure, that was an easy one, but it is not helping me further in my life. Or maybe it is, when I brought one of the others to thinking?

Nah, it is not me who changes the world. I love my lonelyness. For all because I can return to it now and then. Precious moments

 “If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you’ve not been alone much,

or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait.
You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.”

~ Tanya Davis

Let go

All is for a reason

I wrote this afternoon a small poem, posted it at the most horrible public place that you can imagine (facebook), and I will add it here as well, below the picture. 

The picture came right into my inbox and it made the things clear.
The past is over. I might have done thngs wrong, but I can not keep on trying to bring things back, things that are gone.
How much I should love to, how much I should want to, but at the same time, how much I dont.

Not because it is scary, that's a false thought. But because it is hevy. I cant go on as much as I have to, when I keep that luggage at my shoulder. There is no place for it.

That's not bad, it is just a next step. And that step is already made long ago. The decision at that moment (and it doesnt matter if it is me who said, quit, or that the other said that thiis is the end), and i try to respect that.

Writing this down, again for the countless time means that I still struggle with it. And my poetry helps me to get forward. Just as some mesages, pictures, that tell me that I  am not the only one who went through such ... and came out better then before.

And no, it was no coincidence that this picture/message came in after that I wrote the poem

Or do you think different?

I try to resist
But it gets harder every day
I told myself I did forgot
But deep inside I did not

I did ignore
But it feels sour
It creeps into my blood
I wish I could understood

The temptation to open the door
The fear for what will become more
Is it better to shut the past
And enjoy the present blast

It is eating my heart out
and I cannot talk about
It is the struggle between I and me
Oooo, this pain, why cant you see