Lady Breeze

December 31, 2014  by  Paulo Coelho No one can go back, but everyone can go forward. And tomorrow, when the sun rises, all you have to say to yourselves is: I am going to think of this year as the first year of my life. I will look on the members of my family with surprise and amazement, glad to discover that they are by my side, silently sharing that much-talked-about, but little understood thing called love. I will pass a beggar, who will ask me for money. I might give it to him or I might walk past thinking that he will only spend it on drink, and as I do, I will hear his insults and know that it is simply his way of communicating with me. I will pass someone trying to destroy a bridge. I might try to stop him or I might realise that he is doing it because he has no one waiting for him on the other side and this is his way of trying to fend off his own loneliness. I will look at everything and everyone as if for the first time, especially the small things th...

I'm sitting here alone with my self. It’s 03:15 am now. And obviously I can’t sleep. I was reading a book and then I stopped when I realized that I’m not concentrated enough. I’m listening to one of my favorite Waltz pieces from Tchaikovsky. Trying to fly away with my mind... far away... so far as I can. I’m actually trying to escape from something. I’m trying to keep my mind busy as I can and to stop thinking, but obviously it was an unsuccessful attempt. I'm lost inside my feelings and I can’t keep it any longer... at least writing it down here may clear my mind. I have been holding this for a while now inside me. I haven’t been feeling this in a long time. I’m trying to understand my self. Trying to analyze my behavior. What could be wrong with me? This can’t be true right? I’m trying to understand the situation. I’m trying to figure it out, actually I need to figure it out. Why need? Could that be an emotional breaking-through? I don’t know. But when could it happ...

Lately I have been having this graving feeling that I want to write but I don’t know about what. I want to write something. Something epic and heroic, b ut I’m not sure what something that may be.  And as you can see there is something missing, I'm lacking a topic, story, and timeline. Sometimes I find my thoughts and ideas are contrasting and disarranged. My problem is that I’m interested in too many things. And usually these things differ from one another. It seems that I can’t find any compatible pattern among my interests. I believe that once I find my core essence I’ll be able to have settled pure texture in my writings and that is when I find out the purpose of my life. What I’m sure of, whatever I will end up writing about will be mainly about Life, Travelling, Dreams, Thoughts, Experience, Love, Future, People, Literature, Music, Art, Egypt, Austria and the list goes on... I believe that reflecting my thoughts and writing them down is an excellen...

When something begins you generally have no idea how it is going to end. The house you were going to sell becomes your home. The roommates you were forced to take in become your family and the one night stand you were determined to forget becomes the love of your life.  We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning the future, trying to predict the future. As if figuring it out will somehow cushion the blow but the future is always changing. The future is the whole of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes but one thing is certain. When it finally reveals itself, the future is never the way we imagined it. -  Meredith Grey  (Season 5, Ep.22 -Here’s To The Future Days) 

 "You know, we spend so much of our lives not saying the things we want to say… The things we should say. We speak in code, we send little messages; origami. So now, plainly, simply, I want to say that I love you both. Very much. And I want you to promise me, that you’re gonna tell my child… that you’re gonna tell my child how much they’re loved everyday. And remind them how lucky they are… to be free, because we are. We’re free now, finally. We’re free." -  Michael Scofield, Prison Break