I found my self a new pleasure, and it goes a little bit like this:
Take at least one other person besides yourself, open your arms wide, hold that person close to you and squeeze him/her tightly, while you keep your eyes closed and enjoy the moment.
The more hugs you spread the fuller you become.
The other day a receive one very special hug. I happened to run into a good friend, and as he was turning to leave I felt the drive to hug him, but it didn’t come true. So he got into his car, and I went inside only to see his jacket. Instantly I run out to stop him and return it to him. Upon seeing this, he was very happy and he gave me a really nice hug, while I was saying “You did this on purpose!”
So there are plenty of hugs out there waiting for us, and I can’t wait for the next one.
Between Heaven and Hell is a very thin line.
Slipping unaware into despair, minute by minute falling deeper into the abyss. There lays Hell, full of sadness, hopelessness, worries and bitterness. Drowning in tears unable to see the light. But then and there, while laying close to the edge, a hand descends from Heaven making the darkness and all its gloomy shadows disappear. Peace and tranquility fill the surrounding space, while flying higher and higher. Heaven is full of bliss, happiness, hope and light.
The Sun is shining, life is sweet once more.
Early Monday mornings, that’s got to be everybody’s favorite time of the week. This particular day is somebody’s birthday, so the thought runs through my head: “What am I going to wish him?”. I sit back in my chair and look outside my window admiring the autumn leaves, the nice warm sun, and then I realize:
If you want to be true, then wish someone exactly what you would wish yourself. Starting from there I ended up with a wish that every new sunrise would bring forth a magical day full of fulfilling beauty, that every sunset would end a day to be grateful for, that life’s simple values would color our existence…and that’s just a small list of wishes…
Once upon a time there was a drop of water in the Ocean.
I want to be free!, said the drop of water.
So the Ocean, full of compassion, lifted the drop to its surface.
I want to be free!, once again cried the drop.
The Sun hearing its voice, laid it on a cloud.
I want to be free!, cried the drop of water.
So the Cloud released it, causing the drop to fall back into the Ocean.
A drop of water is a part of the Ocean, though it may not realize that the Ocean even exists.
A drop of water is one with the Ocean, however, the drop is not the Ocean, nor is the Ocean reduced to a drop.
The Ocean reflects itself in all its drops, even though not all drops reflect the Ocean.
Another day is passing by, we’ve packed everything and we’re waiting to return home. While I’m laying in bed I read “Nanga Parbat” on pretty green eyes’ backpack. She goes to say it’s her favorite summit and she dreams to climb it one day. Nanga Parbat…nanga sounds interesting…
Nanga Parbat, or Killer Mountain as it was once known, literally meaning Naked Mountain, is the ninth highest mountain on Earth, rising a staggering 8,126m. Quite the trophy if you can manage the climb and not to forget the decent.
But what drives people to take on such massive feats?
Lately I’ve stumbled across two pieces of interesting information.
One goes to say that elevated forms of energy and spirits dwell in the mountains. These spirits protect and reward those worthy few that climb their peaks. Many mountaineers say that you need to respect the mountain and to be humble in your endeavor, never underestimating the forces of nature, and only in this way you will be able to conquer its peaks.
The second source is Emoto Masaru’s water experiments. The Japanese scientist showed pictures of beautiful mountain landscapes to samples of water, and as a consequence the liquid formed harmonious, splendid crystals. So if that water finds harmony only by been subjected to a picture, what do you think happens to all the water molecules from our bodies when we see the real thing? Well, every individual who has ever climbed a mountain can attest to the beauty of the feelings he or she has experienced…
I’m desperately looking for my “5.10″ stickers, so I turn everything upside down, but I can’t find them. Driven by an idea I walk through the living-room and as I turn to leave I hear these words:
“A new day begins, don’t waste any precious moment of it!”
In a remote Asian village a man walks the streets shouting these words every single morning.
Upon becoming aware of the deep meaning associated to this phrase, I realized once again that many peoples from the Asian continent have values rooted in the essence of life, in contrast to the rest of the world who never becomes aware of what really matters in life.
These words serve as an awakening, that we should appreciate every single second we are given to live on this planet, in this physical body. The same idea I have run across several times in different books or articles…There must be some truth to it! In fact the way we live our lives defines the value we associate to it. So I think that if we don’t want to have regrets when we will be old and gray, be should make the most of each and every moment. That means we should live in the NOW, not in the future. Can you do that? Can I do that?…Hopefully yes…
