Defining what is

Look at me, I look at you. What does it meen? Does anyone understand what it meens? A glance or a word. We take our chances, we live our lives. What makes it worth it? Only time will tell. We try to be ourselves, though still in our hearts most of us wants to be another place. Another person, another life. Anyone but who you are. Anything to erease your scars. Still no one escapes it. The life we've been dealt will always be the one we must live. We can change our appearances and the way we act. But in our hearts, the truth will lie.

Knowing what we really are. Knowing who we should really be. Though people can say that what we say and do is what defines us. I beg to differ. What we feel, and how we act upon those feelings. That is the thing that defines us. As humans we can't always control what we say or do. Mistakes is bound to happen, even if we try our hardest to be as perfect as we can. Nothing is perfect, but nothing is purely miserable either. To see the good in things, or people for that matter. Will always be harder than to see the bad in them. It all depends on what you feel like doing. And how you choose to act upon those feelings.

The right choice will rarely be clear, but there will always be one. The problem is just that sometimes the right one is harder to choose, because you've allready made a choice that doesn't make the right one an easy one to make. I try to build my choices on the simple rule of them not hurting anyone. I haven't gotten much luck with that yet. Still I do my best to act on my feelings, and use them as a guideline to find out what I should do. Without them I would truly be lost. If empathy, or even love for others is lost. Then we have no right to call ourselves human anymore. That is what makes us different. That is what makes us people.

Black and white

With the untrue thoughts of an unsympathizing man.
We all cling to the thought of things that may be true.
But still we find, that in the end, the lies unravel.
The prejudices show, while the darkest rivers flow.
The thoughts of man, darker then the darkest black.
The thoughts of man, brighter then the brightest light.
Still, everything is gray. No black and white.
People vary, as their thoughts.
Tell me now, why do we talk?

oppkjøring

strøk på oppkjøringen på nytt. Selvfølgelig så var det jo bare min feil denne gangen. Var jo faktisk veldig bra føre idag, men jeg var jo så nervøs at jeg visste ikke hvor jeg skulle gjøre av meg, så når jeg da 2 minutter inn i oppkjøringen ikke fikk med meg at det var et keiko på to føtter som ville over gangfeltet før det var for sent å stoppe så gikk jo alt til helvete. Så nå er det 4 uker før ny oppkjøring. Bedre lykke neste gang? Vi får se. 2200 kr per gang. Er koselig å ikke ha penger til tider. Eller kanskje ikke? Jaja, alt ordner seg vel til slutt, er det ikke det alle sier?

Don't worry, about a thing. 'Cause every little thing's, gonna be alright. Som Bob Marley sa