The real measure of your wealth is how much you'd be worth if you lost all your money.
- Bernard Meltzer - American law professor
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
First meeting
For when we first met, in the traditional sense of the word. Great stories unravel every day, whether in the midst of the Sahara or in the deceptively monotone surroundings of our lives.
The blue dot

"Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."The important thing
The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice
what we are for what we could become.
-Charles Du Bos
what we are for what we could become.
-Charles Du Bos
Ice skating
She called me up and said she wanted to go ice skating. Obviously I was a bit hesitant because I had never done that before. At the end I agreed and I went to her house that night.
As I drove up she was standing outside waiting for me. I parked the car and we went to the wilhelminapier in Rotterdam.
Once there I hired some skates and paid the tickets to get in. We put on our skates and walked slowly over to the ice.
I went on first and held her hand as she set foot on the ice. Her hands are cold but this is the warmest moment for me in a long time. I hold her hand for half a lap orso and then she gets confident enough and skates away. She's unstoppable....so energetic...so happy....so lovely...
I keep on falling because I try new things and she keeps on laughing... not knowing all that I do is try to impress her....
After an hour we go for some drinks and all I want to do during that drink is to tell her I love her.....but I chicken out.....instead we go skating some more and then we head on home.....
we say our goodbyes as we get to her house and I drive home.
As I drove up she was standing outside waiting for me. I parked the car and we went to the wilhelminapier in Rotterdam.
Once there I hired some skates and paid the tickets to get in. We put on our skates and walked slowly over to the ice.
I went on first and held her hand as she set foot on the ice. Her hands are cold but this is the warmest moment for me in a long time. I hold her hand for half a lap orso and then she gets confident enough and skates away. She's unstoppable....so energetic...so happy....so lovely...
I keep on falling because I try new things and she keeps on laughing... not knowing all that I do is try to impress her....
After an hour we go for some drinks and all I want to do during that drink is to tell her I love her.....but I chicken out.....instead we go skating some more and then we head on home.....
we say our goodbyes as we get to her house and I drive home.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
succes
I will never succeed because I don't want to run on the rat race of life.
But for that, I will succeed by my own definitions.
But for that, I will succeed by my own definitions.
Jumping at the sun
A mother exhorted her children at every opportunity to "jump at the Sun."
When asked she said, they may not land on the sun, but at least they would get off the ground.
When asked she said, they may not land on the sun, but at least they would get off the ground.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Perception
There are some times when you think you've gone above and beyond and surpassed all expectations. There are some times when you feel everything clicking, feel as if all those long painful hours of pain are paying off in grand style.
There are some times when you find out "you have a long way to go".
Perception is everything.
There are some times when you find out "you have a long way to go".
Perception is everything.
purpose of words
I've fought too long to be here
and now that I'm here
I'm all too spent
to do the things I've
been wanting to
There is something greater than happiness
Too many of us settle for contentment
Maybe this world's only got room
for a few lone warriors
The rest of us give those few lone warriors
purpose
a reason for being
a battle to be fought
I want to write
but I fear I will
betray my words
at every turn
But perhaps if a few
remain faithful
these words will serve
their purpose
and now that I'm here
I'm all too spent
to do the things I've
been wanting to
There is something greater than happiness
Too many of us settle for contentment
Maybe this world's only got room
for a few lone warriors
The rest of us give those few lone warriors
purpose
a reason for being
a battle to be fought
I want to write
but I fear I will
betray my words
at every turn
But perhaps if a few
remain faithful
these words will serve
their purpose
Failure
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame someone else.
- John Burroughs
- John Burroughs
Remember when we were young?
remember when we were young?
all those songs we sang
all those jokes and play
I had my smile and charm
you were beautifull and warm
it does break my heart
I dunno where to start
old friends falling apart
can't keep track of my mind
where are those straight lines?
I miss the old times
I miss the straight lines
remember when we were young?
all those songs we sang
all those jokes and play
I had my smile and charm
you were beautifull and warm
it does break my heart
I dunno where to start
old friends falling apart
can't keep track of my mind
where are those straight lines?
I miss the old times
I miss the straight lines
remember when we were young?
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Shoot
I have tidied up everything....She comes over and we head upstairs....
everything is done....and as she looks at me and does the things I ask her....All that I can feel is the growing distance between us.
God how I love to wrap my arms around her and embrace her....smell her hair ...and ...and...and...
As she lies on the bed and I approach her all I want to do is hold her head with both hands and gently kiss her lips .... as one would kiss a rose leaf. So delicate....so warm ....so red!
Instead I adjust the light and take the pictures.
I pity myself.
everything is done....and as she looks at me and does the things I ask her....All that I can feel is the growing distance between us.
God how I love to wrap my arms around her and embrace her....smell her hair ...and ...and...and...
As she lies on the bed and I approach her all I want to do is hold her head with both hands and gently kiss her lips .... as one would kiss a rose leaf. So delicate....so warm ....so red!
Instead I adjust the light and take the pictures.
I pity myself.
Winter
This winter is killing me......cold.....fucked up LWB......not enough work to do...which means not enough money.....shitty company car.....and trouble at home....what else do you need for a winterdeppression?
AAAAAH
The hell with winter
AAAAAH
The hell with winter
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