Sorry Oprah!

Rio Olympics 2016! I'll be home :)

What I don't want to lose along the way

Essence, in my opinion, all that one is made of. You are a little bit of where you’re from, a whole lot of your parents, some of your surroundings, your prizes, your pain, the people that spent your whole life with you, the ones that spent one afternoon, the sunny days when you close your eyes and hear the laughing, the rainy drops on the window when you lose yourself in wonder, you are a little bit of every fragment of life you’ve experienced since your first cry. You are who you chose to be, the moments you chose to hold on to and the ones you let it go.

If you think about it, the more you see the less you know and as much as it is important to go we should remain us, no matter how high the mountain you got to climb, when you get to the top, remain humble, don’t lose who you are, your essence, it’s one thing to improve and a whole other to turn your back. Respect the different and embrace the new that’s probably what Canada is all about, and as thankful I am to be here I know where I came from and where I stand, and I’d hate to see myself turning my back to all the little frames that made me who I am today.

I still have a long way to go but at least I know where I’ve been.

Six Mois!

thankful.

extremely thankful.

for everyday.

for every breath.

for the people that surround me.

for being here.

thankful.

Life changes like the weather

It is easy to sail down a path you know, because when after the trees there’s a curve… it’s alright since you already knew it. Of course sometimes the wind is not good or all of the sudden there’s a storm, but as everything else in life, it comes and goes.

Few are those in life, that choose to sail away from their home path and out on the big waters, and when they first get their fingertips wet and get the wind on their faces they feel the freedom blowing so powerful and fast it feels like they can just change the world. And they can indeed. But it takes patience, and time, and strength, oh those tricky little things…

You gotta know though that every different path you choose will lead you to an ocean, it will be sparkly and wide and you will, for sure, feel small when you stand before it, but it will be exciting and new and you will always want more of it. Sometimes the waters will be peaceful and smooth and other times the waves will throw you out of your boat, and you will have no choice but to swim after it. It doesn’t matter how many times you get thrown out of your boat. Swim.

Either you believe or not that there’s a Master behind those waters, it’s really up to you, but the waters will always find their way and so will you.

Undivided

Some things are meant to be in you forever. As well as some people, they are part of you, of who you are, your essence, your personality, your safe place, your road home… if you plant your love only at one place, it’s safe and sound and you know it’s there all the time because you see it, you touch it. But if you take your love with you and spread it around then you multiply it and have it even more. Believe me, it’s never too much.

Now, what about the love you left behind? It follows you, it’s in you, you can’t touch it, you can’t see it but you feel it, and you feel it even more intense and brighter than before. It’s funny you know, the more you spread the love the more you seem to divide yourself into these pools and then you ask yourself where you really are, and you feel guilty to go and walk away and even with all that love around… your heart breaks.

The more you give, the more you have to give, the more people want from you; it’s a circle I guess. There’s not an answer to it all, the only thing that is certain is that wherever you planted your love it will grow and love you back and you will then become one, it doesn’t matter where your wings take you next or where you just find yourself at last.

“Because the world is way too big to be born and to die at the same place.”

Is there a finish line?

“Something left unfinished is so you can work and grow with it.
Since it’s not the end but a step forward in life”.

I heard someone saying this the other day, and I thought about it and it’s such a true statement. It’s so good to have a wiggle room to move around, step back and look at it, fix it, re-do it, play with it a little bit. Life is so full of windows, opportunities, and different directions to go that I can’t help but breathe in and jump! I love it! I love how it’s not a race, and how it’s okay to make mistakes and try again and just let go if you want to. I love how it all fits together like a perfect puzzle in the end.

But is there really an end? I prefer to think not. I rather look at it as a step towards the bigger picture where you will have the chance to do it all again but with more grace. It can be scary sometimes, lonely, confusing but you’re alive and you can move on over those mountains to a brand new day!

So just wake up, open your eyes and your windows to life, live today and love who loves you, keep your head up on the clouds but your feet on the ground and don’t let anyone, anywhere tell you what to do. You’ve been given the gift of live, use it.

R.I.P. grandpa <3

"Oh the places you’ll go" Dr Seuss

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
NO!
That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t.
Because, sometimes, they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So…
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

It's love.

Walking randomly with so many thoughts in my mind it would never fit into words, I began to think about my last post here, desperate to find a place to sink in and write out all of it. So I did, I wrote about it, about my Saturday, and how things are changing in a speed I cannot catch up, how what used to matter does not matter anymore, how so many lessons are being taught all at once before I even have the chance to digest the past one…

This might be my fifth attempt to sit down and write about it. It seems I am just not able to put it down in words. So I’ll just live it open lined… I can’t find an end to it because I don’t want it to end.