Life is amazing...

When you don't know what to do?
Should you do nothing?

~

When you don't know what to say?
Should you just listen?

~

The best thing anyone has to offer is love.
(followed by respect and trust);

~

How can someone even ask for that?
How can people take something that is not given?

~

There are no "You Have To" in this life.
Have To Do's are for followers not for leaders.

~ Overcome Jealousy ~

[envy]

1. Leave the Players and the Flirts Behind

One of the best ways to overcome jealousy is to not get involved with flirts and players. There are singles out there who will thrive on making you jealous because they like the dating drama and attention. If you're jealous, they know that you are constantly obsessing over them and dwelling on them. By provoking your jealousy, they've just made themselves the center of your universe. Instead, be smart -- kick them out of your universe and find a better date.

2. Determine if You're Jealous in This Relationship or Every Relationship

In order to overcome jealousy, you've got to figure out whether you're being real or being paranoid. Normal jealousy can actually serve a purpose. It's there to alert you to a partner's possible infidelity -- a threat to the relationship. Is your relationship actually being threatened or is the jealousy in your head only? A good way to figure out if there's a basis to your jealousy is to reflect on your past relationships. Are you always jealous even if you haven't had a reason to be? Do you have trust issues in every relationship or just this one? Also, talk to some friends or family who can be objective about the situation and help you sort out your jealous feelings -- a counselor can also be helpful with this.

3. Get Confident in Dating

The source of a lot of the jealousy has nothing to do with what your date does; it lies within you. If you're upset because your date drools a little when he or she sees a fashion model or celebrity in a magazine, don't start comparing yourself to that image. Work on your dating confidence and focus on all you have to offer. Then, your envy of others will dramatically decrease.

4. Talk It Through

Learn to communicate your jealous feelings in a healthy way. For instance, let your mate know that you're jealous about the amount of time the attractive coworker gets to spend with him or her. Make sure as you're talking, you're not accusing. Accusing makes any person defensive, and you won't get anywhere.

5. Draw the Line

Particularly, if you are in a monogamous relationship with someone, you need to establish what behaviors are acceptable to you and what behaviors will bring out the green-eyed monster in you. Are you okay with your partner constantly texting a single man -- or single woman? Will that send you over the edge? How do you feel about your partner dancing with someone else at a club when you aren't around?
Establishing reasonable boundaries and respecting them gets both of you on the same playing field. The keyword here is reasonable. Setting a boundary like "Don't talk to any single men -- or single women -- you work with" is an impossible and smothering line to draw.

6. Strengthen Your Relationship in Other Ways

If you're overly jealous when there isn't a whole lot of reason to be, it means that your relationship isn't as strong as it should be. You need to evaluate what's lacking. Are you not spending enough quality time together? Has the passion died down over the years? Once you identify what's really concerning you, then you can address it with your partner and work on strengthening the relationship rather than wasting time and energy on empty jealous feelings.

~ Hopscotch ~

Walking through the beaches of life, I had an encounter with an obstacle, that at first, seemed inevitable. A Rock!

:Everything that happens, happens for a reason!

So, I stopped, observed, tried to understand why did that little object obliged me to stop on that ground that I so many times walked on.
I couldn't find a logic explanation, that would make me understand the deed of what happened.
I see myself just starring at that little insignificant thing... the thoughts, the choices devastated me, but nothing made me realize the objective of that little rock.
Walking home... in deep thought, the memory was the ally of the moment. I remembered that sometimes even the tinniest thorn makes us stop from a determinate walk. The detail of this, allows us to think about everything that decides our lives.
The daily run makes us sometimes lose track of what is really important. We allow our lives to be accumulated in pictures and memory that eventually will become a blur or will erode with time.
That little rock allowed me a reflexion; even tho being so little, it was sufficient to stop me from my objective, determinate and concrete walk... the walk of, living!
All the daily events aren't enough for a "learning", we have to realize that life is also made and created by little details, as small as that rock... (or even smaller)!
I walk on that same road, where the footprints from that event were erased by time...
... but not before picking up that rock and putting it on my pocket.
And when an important detail, one minimum event, will decide where I will be walking, and I don't realize it because I'm distracted... or maybe because of an unconscious conscience; the rock is with me... it allows me to travel through time and reminds me of my lesson.
I pick up the rock and I see all the suffering that I've carried on all the roads I've walked.
The rock works, as always, as an object of the soul... that stored everything.
Once again, we remember that the little rock is not allowing us - like a thorn stuck in your foot - to take the easiest way. The one of giving up, the one from the losers that are afraid of all types of pain.
I go on my knees and I pick up a bit of dirt... that has been walked on over millions of people, that has been kissed by the breeze of the wind, that has been bathed by the Summer sun...
... I listen to it's daily suffering... and I feel I can't give in, not like this, not without fighting.

* Life is like hopscotch. You throw rocks, you pick them up, you can play with someone or alone, you hop, you stand, sometimes you even fall... or fail... but in the end it's all about playing the game. *

~ Myself ~

For a long time, I've been trying to be happy...
So...
I wanted to be peace, I was war.
I wanted to be union, I was disagreement.
I wanted to be life, I was emptyness.
I tried to be happiness, I was sorrow.
Finally...
Now I found out, that to be happy...
... I need to be, myself.

* I learned ... *

So, who ever knows me, knows that...
...I absolutely dislike Shakespeare.
He tried so hard to write.
You realize that when you read most of his work.
Romeo and Juliet was so... so... lame?
But, I seem to like reading
some of the things he wrote in Portuguese.
(translated)
He sounds so much more passionate,
and have a greater understanding of life.
He sounds more real? More true?

Here's an example:
"Aprendi que nao posso exigir o amor de ninguem.
Posso, apenas, dar boas razoes para que gostem de mim
e ter a paciencia para que a vida faca o resto..."

(Estou triste...)

I am a ...

There are people that like to preach,

and some that like to use statements.
Usually, preachers, tend to do the self-pity speech,
and victimize their own self over the world.
In fact, we all know, that's NOT how it truly is.

People that make statements,
do it with conviction.
They know what they are talking about,
so, they just say it. How it is.
Whether you like it or not.

I'm a statement person.
So I'll leave all the "blah blah blah"
And the "whah whah whah"
For WHO CARES!
And I'll state this:

I AM A ________?!

(I'm sure you weren't expecting this...)

~ Maybe... ~

(babbling)

Oh You
Oh Me...
Oh Maybe, We.

Now it's hardly simple,
It's simply hard.

(wrote it before writing my last post)

* Second Best *

Some may come and some may go
They meet you high and leave you low
We all need somebody who
We can always run onto...
And I'll always be here for you:
I really LOVE YOU!
You know what distinguishes me from the rest?
To me, You could never be the second best.

~ Know You ~

I'll mean it every time I say it,
I've felt it since the start,
I see it in your eyes,
It's there when we're apart,
I've known it all along,
Held it but dared not to touch,
Words can't express it's meaning,
To name it is too much,
I sense it while you sleep,

It lingers as I stare...
It makes sun shine in darkness,
A feeling that there's no compare.
The weak stand proud and tall,
Never lost until it's found,
It's seek by one and all,
It's you that has what's mine,
Eternal yours to own,
For there is no place, no person,
I've ever felt I've known.

* Emptiness *

Emptiness..
It's when you feel that
this is not your place to be.
It's not your time...
It's not your world.
It's missing someone:
That you know,
And you don't know;
Missing something:
That you lived,
And you didn't live;

Emptiness...
It's being around people
and still feel alone.
It's smiling when you're sad.
It's when you find yourself
at night, without anyone.
It's when you lose yourself,
for someone to find you.
It's when you whisper to the wind,
and it blows your words away,
Without bringing breeze to anyone.

Emptiness...
It's when you have
millions of feelings,
but you can't find any...
So empty!
It's when you feel the pain
of dismissing your love
and your heart yells.
It's when you want to love,
but no one seems to know your love.
Or want to know...

Emptiness...
It's when you start to believe
that love...
is just a stupid belief,
it's just an escape...
... for those that
can't handle to be alone!
"Feeling alone
is worse than
dying."

[Emptiness...]

* O Mare e Tu *

Dulce Pontes & Andrea Bocelli (She's Portuguese!!)

=)

~ The Castle In The Forest ~

Quotes:

"When the Catholic Church decided adultery was impossible to prevent,
they made divorce impossible to obtain." (page 6)

"Contemplate the multimillions of sperm." (page 7)

"The same readiness for self-sacrifice that will carry men at war through an uphill attack on a forbidding ridge must exist in healthy sperm. The essence of the male seed is that it is ready to commit itself to just such immolation in order that one of them, at least, will reach the ovum!"

"So, I would say this act burst out of the rough but nonetheless instinctive understanding of our German people. It does tell the less. 'Scrub away with those toothbrushes,' our street boys are saying, 'because you Jews, whether you know it or not, do exactly the same thing everyday. Your virtuous scholarship goes nowhere but into endless contradictions.' Therefore, on second thought," Hitler concluded, "I will not condemn out of hand the deeds of these low-rank Nazis." (page 20 - On the first morning after the Brown Shirts marched into Vienna, and made a group of middle-aged Jews, scrub the sidewalks with toothbrushes!! This was the speech Hitler gave about the incident)

Hitler's grandmother committed incest with her brother, she got pregnant of him, had his baby and called him Alois; that ended up living with his father, thinking that he was his uncle (but he was actually his father; his mom&dad kept it a secret!!).
Alois, living with his "uncle" (dad), ended up having sex with his "cousin" (half-sister), she was married, so she never really told him that the kid was his!
So Alois ends up marrying his DAUGHTER! (thinking it's his niece...);
They have 3 babies... they all die.
The forth one, was Hitler.

Isn't this crazy? This author has this theory about incest...
That maybe incest (has it's misfortunes BUT if it happens the sperm to get in good terms with the ovum, it can actually create some sort of type of "Superman"!!);

The book is amazing, I don't get tired of it.
300 pages to go... I'm almost done... (hahaha)

I will tell more details as I read it...


P.s.: Hitler's father, Alois, was a ladies man.
He slept with every single woman he would meet.
Just letting Y'all know!

P.S.2: De mortuis nil nisi bonum!

~ Vivo Para Ti - AcOrDa ~

Ate certo ponto eu entendo porque a vida
tem de ser uma viagem com um principio e um fim.

Mas eu apenas queria ter a oportunidade de viver
por mais tempo com aqueles que amo. Quem diz eu, dizem tantos outros.

Sera que ao longo da nossa vida havera uma estrada que prolongara a nossa Existencia?
Ou independentemente do que se faz a hora de chegada ao destino eh sempre a mesma?!

Em diversas viagens existem atrasos, acidentes, encontros, etc...
E nao eh isso a vida?!

Existem outras viagens para alem desta?!
Quem sabe a minha proxima seja nas estrelas!

Ou nos ramos de uma arvore...
... ou no chao que pisamos!

Isto que somos eh uma dadiva;
De uns para os outros.

~As ReQueSTeD by "Stewie" ThiS POeM Is DeDiCaTeD ToOo My DaD~

Dad I really love you,
And that's coming from the heart
But I've kept this inside way to long,
You've torn my world apart!
Drugs have ruled your actions
And they're ruining your life
You're missing the satisfaction
Of a wonderful life.
You're missing the beauty life holds for you
And I wish that you would see
You're missing the only chance you'll have
To be a real model for me.
Through all the pain I've grown stronger
And also a little wise.
You've put me through a lot
For a girl my size.
I know inside it's painful,
And it must be really hard.
To act like you've got it all together,
You could win an academy award.
You blame other people
For the flaws that you've known
You always make excuses
Why we can't be alone.
It's only a simple drug test
There's really no alarm
To make sure your heads clear
So you can keep me from harm.
Going to the courthouse
It is just a little ride
It shouldn't be a problem
If you've nothing to hide.
The reason for the drug test
Is to show that your drug free
And the reward you get for passing it
Is to be with me.
My friends don't understand
How can you be this way
They ask why you choose drugs over me
And this is what I say;
I tell them you have a disease
And that you're really sick.
If it wasn't for the illness,
I'd be the one you'd pick.
I tell them it's really powerful,
And you can no longer feel -
The same feelings we all do -
You can't distinguish what is real.
I explained it affects those close to you
And messes with your head
And those who choose not to get help,
Usually end up dead.
Some people get help sooner
And start to get well
But some just don't want it
And live a life of hell.
They loose sight of what life's all about
Their priorities are misplaced
They numb their minds and bodies
To everyday problems we all face.
They're accountable to no one
As soon they stop growing
They always hurt the ones they love
And money they end up blowing.
They think their entitled
To everything they desire.
And by all those around them
They want to be admired.
Those that don't admire them,
Are usually the ones that get the blame,
the ones that want them to get help,
Isn't that a shame?
They act like everything's alright
And there is nothing to hide.
They become afraid to ask for help
This is called false pride.
Theirselves, bursting all the wounds
Inflicted on the ones that care
And all the secrets they hold inside
Become a heavy cross to bear.
The cross gets heavier and heavier
Until they can no longer stand
With chemicals they numb the pain
Rather than asking for a hand.
It's a disease and there's a cure
That I know, for sure.
This maybe be a little selfish
And I'm thinking way ahead
But one day I may need your guidance
Can you help me if your dead?
I'm still quit young and the time may come
When I might choose the wrong road
We need to work on you first
So you can help me carry my load.
I may need help getting back
To the pathway to heaven above
So if you are already on the good path
You can lead me to Gods love.
I am here to help you
And I wanted to say
I won't enable you anymore
By acting like it's "okay".
I want a real dad
One that's drugs free
But I realize you can't do it
Just for me...
I know you think you love me
But to our hearts we must be true
You are incapable of loving anyone
Until you first love you.
You don't have to hurt the ones you love
You don't have to take, you can give
You can be honest, trustworthy & pure
And have a great life to live.
You know I love you dad
Love surges from the heart
But respect is something you must earn
And this would be a good start.
I'm not going to beg,
I'm not going to plea
But think how great your life could be
You could spend it with me.
I was scared you wouldn't love me
Of telling you what I just said
But I'll take the chance and say it now
Rather than risk you being dead.
Dad I really love you
You'll always be in my heart
I've kept this inside too long
And now, I've said my part.

(crying)

~Hope~

On Sundays, I listened in the very front pew
As the preacher told us how much “God sure loves you”
And “God is our father” and since fathers are love,
Children would understand the love from above.
The children in church smiled at fathers who beamed,
Yet I sat alone, and just wanted to scream.
I’m sure Pastor Mateus believed that a child
Would equate Father God to a dad’s love so mild.
But for me, I related a God who was mean;
Who would find me and shake me and spoil all my dreams.
For if God our Father is like dad on earth,
I didn’t want to know Him; too much would it hurt.

Growing up poor in the smallest of towns,
I never had much - just my mother around.
But Mama was busy – much too busy for me.
She had to work hard for her children to eat.
When Dad wasn’t drunk, he was loosening his belt,
Relieving his stress causing his children welts.
My father’s large hands were a frightening sight -
Not for caressing, but for fists poised for fight.
No one to love me, and no one to care.
I wailed to the heavens, hoping God would just hear
The cries of abandonment (as broken hearts do),
Yet there came no answer. God abandoned me, too.

The decades will pass. Mom and Dad, then.
Yet my unhealed scars won't be buried with them.
That burden I carry will not be released.
And often I tried to be deceased.
Of all my emotions, not one has been joyful or free.
I lived off the anger that burns inside me.
No one to love me, and no one to care,
Until finally I found someone wondefully rare
Who taught me of love and fullfillment and joy,
That will make me a mother of a sweet little boy.
For IF God's love is bigger than the love I now know.
When I cradle my son and feel joy as he grows -
Then the pastor was right about a "parent's love",
And the best of all dads - God, the Father above.

~WoNdErS~

Quao verdadeiro eh o amor, que em nos permanece mesmo que em vao?

~~ wisdom ~~

With time you learn that is wise to say you don't know anything. You begin to realize that pretending you are dumb is definitly one of the most fun things to do in life.

I always tried to live life not like the others... act, live like all the other people, but over trying so hard, I started to play the game myself. Playing with grown A$$ peoples feelings, emotions, just because I didn't want to be "just another"... When all I was doing was being "another".

You look back in time, and all "great" (genious) people in history needed people to become known but they didn't need "people" at all. At least, not to be who they trully were. (socrates, jesus, etc...)

You don't need to be the smartest to have great ideas and make people understand them.
You don't need to be beautiful for people to love you.
You don't need to be rich to have the best things life offers you.
You neither have to be less then all these things mentioned above,...
... you just need to be who you are.

Be Wise.

~~Imagination~~

Bem... numa noite de pouco sono, esta semana passada, estava eu a olhar o tecto, como muitas vezes olho.
Numa parteleira junto a parede, aos "pes" da cama (expressao muitas vezes utilizada pela minha mae); estava la sentada uma caixa. E apos ler o livro "O Mundo de Sofia" (recomendo), la me deu asas a imaginacao. Como devem saber, eh relativamente fertil.
Bem, voltando a caixa... eu fechei o olho esquerdo, e com o olho direito apontei o meu indicador em frente ah caixa. Ao fechar o olho direito e ao abrir o olho esquerdo, eh obvio que o dedo nao vai estar em frente ah caixa, vai ficar +/- no lado esquerdo inferior ah caixa.
Mas isto, ja todos nos sabemos, agora... se abres os dois olhos, podes escolher qual a perspectiva que queres ver o dedo, primeiro ficas a ver "dois dedos" por uns instantes mas no final... so ves "um dos dedos".
Agora, a caixa eh ideias, vamos chamar-lhe a caixa das ideias.
Os dedos, bem - mal.
Os olhos, perspectivas.

Ao olhares as ideias, olhas com que? Com as perspectivas; que por conseguinte te leva a analizar os dois polos (bem - mal). Como expliquei a cima acabas por ser tu a escolher qual dos "dedos" queres "ver", mesmo que vejas por uns instantes os "dois" dedos. (na realidade so ha um dedo para ser visto, uma daquelas perspectivas eh distorcida);
Acreditas no que queres acreditar? Porque na realidade nao ha nada para acreditar?

Agnostico... :)

ab aeterno - abnormis sapiens

Dicitur: Dictum sapienti sat est.

Dicere quae puduit, scribere iussit amor diem ex die. Dum loquimor fugerit invida aetas;

Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium.

Difficile est tenere quae acceperis nisi exerceas, adde parvum parvo magnus acervus erit..

..Ad utrumque paratus!

>alienum est onme quicquid optando evenit<

(sigh) - suspiro

Vou vagueando por entre estas almas perdidas neste mundo.
Onde tudo parece tao certo, anda tao errado; o que parece tao errado seria tao certo..
Conheco-vos muito bem, vos que andais por ai;
Tudo e tao gelado, tao sem jeito. Esfriada, sinto-me tao vazia.
Encontrei-te a ja algum tempo. Olhei-te nesses olhos de aguia, que dao asas ao meu pensamento, sempre que me recordo de ti.
De certo que aquecer-me-ias, nas noites de Inverno que ja passaram, como me manterias companhia nestas noites de Verao que iram passar. Nada ira ficar, muito menos este momento em que escrevo, ou o instante que passou... Este tempo, foge.
Foge, como se algo lhe tentasse agarrar; que nem borboleta, estas morrem.
Sei muito bem o que quero, e esta quietude que se esvai de quando em vez, apoquenta-me.
Nada faz sentido quando nao estas, ou quando estas...
Eh incrivel como tudo desvanesce aquando de nos, como nos tornamos tao egocentricos. Tudo deixa de ser o problema, passamos a ser o problema, melhor, a resolucao.
Perder-me nos teus bracos, eh como cair no leito, que me acolhe todos os dias... onde me escondo por entre as pecas de tecido quentes, macias,... e me sinto segura, sempre que fecho ligeiramente os olhos e penso em ti. Abracas-me de um modo tao doce...
O teu sorriso, eh como o sol de cada dia. Ilumina-me. Sempre me faz sorrir, ver-te assim. Com esse olhar de satisfeito, sempre que me ves.
Esse teu ar de compreendido, isola-me.
Eu amo o teu jeito e tudo o que este carrega.
Eu amo-te porque ninguem me sabe amar melhor que tu; e nao por ser uma obrigacao, mas uma escolha fantastica.
E por saberes muito bem o que acolhes, e viveres de acordo com isso.
"Que a determinacao faca sempre parte das nossas vidas."