tirsdag 30. desember 2008

Snart et nytt år

Da r snart et nytt år på vei... Lurer på hva det nye vil bringe og tenker over hva det gamle brakte med seg. D blir fort til at man tenker litt ekstra mye nå rundt årskifte, snålt d der. 
Man tenker på hva man burde gjort annerledes, hva man burde gjort til å begynne med, hva man ABSOLUTT ikke skulle gjort til å begynne med, hva man er glad for ta man gjorde og hva man helst skulle sett ugjort. Ting man sa og ikke sa, ting man tenkte og aldri fikk sagt. Alt ugjort og som aldri kan bli gjort. Planer man hadde som aldri ble virkelig, drømmer man hadde som bare gikk bort. Man tenker tilbake og forsøker å finne ting som kan gjøre d mulig å fortsette på et nytt år. Ting som gjør at man klarer ennå et år med berg og dal bane, med tunge minner og triste minner. Man håper at d nye året skal bringe med seg nok gode nye minner til at alt man går igjennom skal være verdt d. Man ønsker lissom at moder jord skal bevise for en at d faktisk er verdt d... Man ser etter dette evinnelige halmstrået. 

D er såklart mye jeg er glad i og glad for at jg har, misforstå meg rett her altså. Men iblant virker d som alt er litt i ubalanse. Det gode oppveier ikke d vonde om du forstår. D er visse ting man ikke glemmer lett, ikke slipper tak på, ikke gir fra seg. D finnes ting som sitter i en i lange tider, som henger ved en som et slep og når d slepet er ekstra tungt er d ikke alltid så lett å se ting fra en lys side... Iblant så r verden ganske så sort...

Mn lyspunkt r d nå, har jo en nydelig nevø nå... litt over 1 mnd gammel bare. Gleder meg til å se at han vokser opp, gleder meg til å skjemme han bort. Til å være tante. 
Har en kjæreste, og r veldig glad i han... Mn ekke alltid lett å skulle pendle for å se hverandre. Så håper jo man klarer finne en løsning på d... Selv om jg frykter d vil gå på min bekostning.. igjen... Mn sånn r nå d....

Så får man vel bare vente litt da... Se hva d nye året brygger på.. Håper d har en bedre start enn hva d forrige hadde.. 

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The Most Beautiful Heart


One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represent a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasen't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.