Restlessness

This restlessness in me is eating me up.. cropping up as anger at some time, as desperation at other. I know deep inside I cannot give up. As soon as I recoil in presence of my loved ones, I try to overcome it all.

It feels like a non-stop battle against my own self...

Tonight my exasperation could be felt and the inspiration of my life told me to stop fighting against things meant to be, that I should simply accept things as they were, knowing I tried my best doing what I believe is right.

Blaming myself for things I have no control upon is only taking the peace of my soul away..
I cannot let this happen... I won't let it happen...

We never do cease learning, do we?

Helpless..

Helpless is the way I feel when you crash down on your knees. I can only sit by your side and wait for the storm to subside..

A rose.. what else?

Like mom would say a rose for a rose... I never liked flowers but roses... I just love roses.

Lovely surprise early morning... plus a delicious volluto... quoi demander de mieux... Like our dear George would say : What else?

Courage..

Dark days seem to linger or is it just me who is so unwilling to open my eyes and see that things might not be so bad.

I do not think so. I have to admit and accept that I have encountered quite a lot over the past years but the mere fact that I am still here, does imply that I did survive.

People often say we should see the bright side of things but it is more easily said than done, especially when we are facing what might seem petty to others, but a real heartache for us. Afterall, we all have our own burden, notre propre croix à porter. 

No matter how hard it blows, no matter how many more obstacles are meant to be our way, we can only ask for courage to cope with them, even if we cannot always overcome them.

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Looking at the mirror, is it you that I see or is it me? Maybe I just want to see a reflection of myself. Deep inside I feel I am heading towards a wall - it is just another illusion.

Everything does pass, doesn't it?

Left in the dark

When the light at the end of the tunnel get dimmer and dimmer... one can only ask and pray for ultimate courage to keep going on..