Feelgood – you can do it :)

The key to feeling good is up to you, it is a matter of how you allow peoples definitons of you mark you as a person.

We build these walls around us, and some of them are overdue. Take a look around you and make sure that your walls have doors for the feelgood people. You can allow yourself to admire someone, but remember that they are not necessarily those who should be allowed to define you as a person. Protect the you that you love and fill your you with feedback from the ones who actually make your you feel good.

Keep the key close to your heart, yet allways remember that it is there, and hand it out freely – not to those who judge you, but to those who appreciate you.

Don’t let the “superior” scare you, and never allow them to make you feel small. If any emotions at all, let there be pity. Pity the ones who are too small to allow you to feel big and good about yourself.Make your heart a spacy one with room for them all, and save the little door for those who actually expand the space in your soul. It is amazing how many people a small space can room if they are open to share ๐Ÿ™‚

If love was a piece of fabric….

If love was a piece of fabric there would be nothing left – it would be worn and torn due to overuse and lack of care.

I hear the word all over the place – “i love that coat” – “I love that house” – “I love that car” – “I love my children” – I love meatballs is said in the same breath as i love my husband. Sometimes one can wonder why the world is so full of hate, wars, crime and famine and misery. From my standpoint it seems we are swimming in love. We love colors, we love foods, we love houses, we love cars – perhaps the crime in itself is that we allow ourselves to love all these material things?

If love was a piece of fabrics i guess it would look something like this:

Perhaps we all should attend a love class? One where we learned to differentiate all this love we feel? One where we learned how to love and maintain love, seems that is an art about to be totally forgotten.

It is like we love everything that makes us somehow happy, and as soon as it does not makes us happy anymore, we hate it instead.

Carl I Hagen and his predicaments

We have this politician in Norway who throughout his poitical carriere has been very good at lashing out on other politicians, people, religions and causes – mocking people and throwing himself at every populistic statement that trends in the society if they have a negative aspect towards someone else. He has also a history of whining when he or his politic collegues have been the “victims” of the same treatment as they themselves give others. You probably know by now that i don’t have much respect for his opinions and statements ๐Ÿ™‚

Now he is out in the papers proclaiming that his prophecies against the muslims have been true, the present leader of the political party he used to lead supports his statement. The muslims have brought their conflicts and problems into our country. This is because of the slack immigration politics that our leading politicians, according to the two of them.

I just wonder how far away from the rest of the world we should be in Norway – how much of an outsider we should be in our little bubble of perfection. And how long will Norway stay independant if we close our borders and decide that we will not be a part of anything or anyone that can bring anything negative into our lovely little peaceful country. Which turned out to not be as peaceful as we thought – but again, that was a consequence of our politics against muslims, we were too open and Breivik wanted to put a stop to that.

We also have well adjusted muslims in Norway, quite a few of them actually – but it is like they are not a part of the equation. I wonder why “good” seems to be so much lighter and less worth when it comes to issues like these.

Is it right though to point a finger towards one religion, one people or should we not judge them the way we like to be judged ourselves? – as individuals with individual backgrounds and ways of adjusting to the world around us?

I see the trend in my country, as in the rest of the world – we like to blame someone spesific for our misery and troubles. The extreme muslims blame the western world and its ways, the western world likes to blame the muslims. Both tendencies worry me and both tendencies are understandable. The issues are extremely complicated –ย  it seems that when it comes to judging it is socially acceptable to grab the light version, but if we talk acceptance it is so complicated that we never get to the bottom of it.

I don’t see the muslims being any “better” than “us” when it comes to these issues, the only thing i feel i can say for sure is that neither of us are any better than the other.

Lance Armstrong – fame and shame

I don’t have any personal pics of Lance Armstrong, so here is a link to an article in a Norwegian Newspaper: http://www.dagbladet.no/2012/10/25/sport/sykkel/lance_armstrong/doping/24028013/

I was never a fan of sitting in front of the tv watching sports, so my knowledge of sports in general either comes from watching in person or reading in the newspapers ๐Ÿ™‚ Like every other human being I am subjective and my opionions and thoughts are mine and reflects upon noone but myself.

It is sad when an ikon, admired by so many, turns out to be a cheat and also apparantly on a major powertrip. When i read about him and see his merits i cannot help but wonder how he got to this point where he apparantly viewed himself as godlike.

He was good and wanted to be better, i guess we all can relate to that – then something happened and he found himself in a situation where he decided he was above the law – i wonder if someone came to him with an offer or if he sought it himself. I wonder if someone made the wrong a right for him, or if he found the right himself. If we look at ourselves it is a pretty human factor, we all wish for something and we all find ourselves in situations where we have to either do the right thing or make up a reason and an excuse for why we don’t. I feel sorry for him and i am disappointed, yet i know in my heart that i have not allways chosen the “right” path myself – yet i am fortunate enough to not have fame and the consequences of my actions reflects upon me more than anyone else.

Imagine being in a situation where cancer almost is a good sent gift, i guess he is pretty unique in that sense – and he knew how to use it to the fullest. This makes him perhaps even more petty, yet i wonder how it happened. Was the strong unbeatable Armstrong more scared of shame in his fame than he was of the cancer threatening to take his life i wonder? Is that what fame does to us? Does it have more power over us than the fear of death? Does it own us to the extent that we literally think we have no life without it?

I find that thought scary!

Sophie – my alibi for speaking out loud when home alone :)

This is Sophie – my friend and faithful follower through many years ๐Ÿ™‚

SophieShe landed on my doorstep 15 years ago, full of infections and a sorry sight. I took her in and nursed her back to the natural beauty she is ๐Ÿ™‚

She has been a faithful friend ever since. I can see now that age is getting to her and she is not the perky cat she used to be, yet a majestic woman for her age ๐Ÿ™‚

Relations are funny, Sophie here is my listener when i have things to say, but noone to listen. I don’t feel strange when she is around and i talk out loud. I am certain that any petowner will understand, and those who don’t have them will perhaps think i am a little strange. Thing is, Sophie answers with her meows and little purrs when i talk and we have small discussions which i find entertaining. I remember when our son was younger and he sighed and looked at me, then said: ” You are so lucky who can understand her language” ๐Ÿ™‚ An amusing thought and i must say i was tempted to let him think i was some kind of superwoman, but the mother in me got the better of me and i explained how things really were ๐Ÿ™‚

We all need them, our pets, our friends – someone who listens and somehow confirm our presence. Sophie is one of mine. She chose me, she chose to stay with me – and i will care for her till the day she dies.

Hello world!

Hello world – what an infinite start and a wonderful hello actually. All these options and possibilities startle me, yet i found myself going through one theme after the other, and ended up with a simple one – since simplicity is what i tend to like in most aspects of my world.

I like the net, i like how it enables me to “meet”ย  new people and peek into interesting cultures. I have a fb account and a twitter account, and i guess i prefer Twitter. I like the randomness of the tweets, i like being able to communicate with several people at onceย  – i like the option to send my thoughts out in random order and i like the communicative in twitter. I also like to listen to others thoughts – and boy do i enjoy a good laugh:)

There is not much mindlblowing about me or my messages, yet i like to think that we all are mindblowing in our own way, and perhaps what we forget more than anything is the glory of our own uniqueness?
Since this is new to me, i will start slow – i do thank you for your attention and wish you all a marvellous day ๐Ÿ™‚