When one thing end, another one begins

You have a thought, a vision of how your life is supposed to be, and yet it’s not anything of what your life actually looks like. You think your life is strained from responsibility, entrapments and dead ends only to later find out that you actually had the time of your life. You think you know what you want but you don’t because when life takes you too unfamiliar territory caused by your own choices, you find that you actually like this new place.

It doesn’t really matter if you’re hurting now because one day you’ll find yourself happy again. And so it goes, this thing called life. Ups and downs, hills and valleys, sunrises and sunsets, bad and good, laughter and tears, love and hate, black and white, you get the picture.

What we want and what we get are two completely different things. The roads to a successful life seem long and endless. To be happy with what you hold in the palm of your hand is difficult because if we would never want more there would be nothing else to strive for, to fight for. That is why so many get to feel true unhappiness, because there is no end to satisfaction. We should bear in mind that life is NOT about happiness, happiness comes and goes as it pleases, it is nothing we can grasp and hold on to. Happiness is a freedom we occasionally have the pleasure to touch, but it’s never ours.

You are defined by the choices you make. Therefore you should be careful with what you choose, and never regret it because at one point in life, it is exactly what you wanted. You are here on earth for a reason, as you make choices for a reason. Win or learn, either way is fine as long as you walk with a knowing pride that you have a purpose, everyone does. The unhappy ones are those who have forgotten their true being and why they are here, and therefore lost the will to search. They are lost in their own choices and they have no voice of truthfulness, because they are not true to themselves.

Life is beautiful in every way, no matter where you end up, you can still change, discover and keep, but you can never walk away. You either crawl back up or to stay on your feet. Remember that nothing is carved in stone.

Now tell me, what is it you want in life?

© Natasha Arnborg. All rights reserved.

Passion and ComPassion

Ever heard or read the sentence “surrounded with people yet never felt so alone” ? I think there’s an updated version of that. Lots of suitors yet no boyfriend nor lover. Thats exactly how bad a situation could get. Imagine being able to get almost anything, anyone really, and yet the one you truly desire is so out of reach that even if you had the biggest, meanest and fastest ship to sail through the deep ocean that keeps you apart, it would still never reach shore. Einstein had a great idea about different circumstances of relativity and the emotions it can produce. I believe he said something like, if your fingers get burned on a stove, a minute feels like an hour. If your fingers run across the heat of a body, an hour feels like a minute. In other words, A longing could feel as eternal as a kiss could feel breathtakingly short. Time is broken inside the surrounding of emotions. They have no date nor schedule, just a memory. An imprint for your fantasy to keep feeding on even long after the face of the giver has faded.

I’d like to think that like chocolate, the mind of origin comes from the seeds of a fruit that can be reformed into practically any form of substance depending on the ingridiences it is chosen to mix with. The taste varies but all in all, one can still determine the distinguished flavor, whether manufactured or original. It is a creamery who tends to soften edges, erase emotional pain or increase the dose of reality, or perhaps realisation. To me, fantasy, no matter how imaginative, still does seek reasurrance in reality. In exploring the depths of ones imagination, the deepest thoughts of a subcunscious being are, even if never occured in others presence, still occurent in the presence of certain peoples minds. Those who had the pleasure to know great fictionary beings for example. Between the reader and the writer, every scene has occured. The creation of a tale that starts and ends only in ones mind, the emotions it compells and the tragedy it brings, it all happened. As the passion between two lovers could never be explained or duplicated, as is the sure fact that one certain love between two people could never be the same if separated for others to feel. For they could never recreate the same air with another as they did together. Where love has grown and died, in those minds, it still did occur.

Problem is with people, we don’t really seem to seek love anymore. What we sadly seek is satisfaction. The need to be content in every evolvement. Precious though a person could be, they could as easily be disposable when you have evolved to a different level of life. It may sound rather harsh to say but It seems that it is no longer considered to try mending what is broken, for surely there is no point in gluing together a broken expensive porcelain cup when you have all means to just take the next trip to a prestigious department store and buy a completely new one, with tags still attached and everything? Mending a relationship is time consuming, a so called privelege most people seem to lack alot of these days…

To be shown how it feels to truly be a treasured part of another life, no matter how short or long termed, if only that is the one point in which every other aspect becomes secluded, it would be worthwile. Living without loving simply cannot be an option to anyone, for it would make us inhuman without the capability to feel the joyous emotions love can bring, as well as pain and remorse will make you feel alive. In our lifetime one would surely come across a few if not countless encounters of infatuative emotions and actions that spices up a moment of loneliness. what love really does is frightening the truth from fiction no time can mend nor dissolve. Unexplainable as said yet there are so many words to describe the fractions of it. Therefore, one cannot say that it is wished by heart to be as emotionally unattached as possible in a relationship, even though it is a principle one may have learned to live by. It is by far the hardest thing to stay at an arms length, knowing that what you are feeling right now might one day end up hurting you beyond measures of physical pain. The ultimate feeling of opposites. That is why I believe that, one cannot truly love another person if one cannot feel equal hatred, even if it occurs in just a nanosecond. The more you hate the more you love they say. Simple but with a somewhat distinctive accuracy. Though in an opinion, id rather suggest that the more you allow yourself to feel, the more you are able to comprehend. For there would be no calm if no storm had passed by, nor would there be an absence of light if light never existed.

living is loving xoxox

Pretty Little Deeds

Someone once told me, your as innocent as your last deed. When a guy once approached me with the phrase “your not like other girls”, an interesting thought flashed through my mind. If a guy is holding that particular phrase in his tongue, if he is telling the truth, then he probably have met alot of girls that in the end, more or less turn out to be like birds of a feather. Then, in his eyes, this outstanding girl, precious and fragile, opens his heart to a whole other dimension. And he feels something he never felt before. A crazy infatuation and a craving for more. For no one is like her. She is suddenly the only girl he wants. The only person he needs.

That moment. That very scene, is where many endless cycles start. Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Girl falls in love for the first time. Boy gets bored. Boy practice infidelity. Girl suffers heartache. Boys will be boys. Girl gets over stupid boy. Girl gets stronger. Girl gets cautious. Girl meets boy. Boy falls inlove with girl for the first time. Girl gets bored. Girl has graceful infidelity. Boy suffers heartache. Girls will be girls hence, boy thinks every girl is the same.

One thing I feel is a very rigid generalisation of girls is when someone refers to the whole “good girl” and “bad girl” conclusion. “Good girls”, to many, are apparently girls who are more or less unexperienced while “bad girls” are too experienced. This i think is utter idiocy to claim if someone is just good or bad. As children, we see everything in black and white. For example, if a robbery occurs in a bank, to children ofcourse, the robber is the bad guy and the cops are the heroes to capture him. As adults, black and white is no longer enough to define a situation. Grey scales are in large variety as we grow older because as adults, we discover that the robber is the father of an ill child whom will surely die if he doesn’t find money to pay for the operation. He has no one to turn to and the government he once had faith in has turn its back on him. Hence in desperation, he calls for desperate measures to save his only child. So he robbs the bank.

As adults, we can no longer, and we definitely shouldn’t define a person as just good or just bad. Every one has several reasons to how and why they end up in certain ways and situations. So, backing up to our previous topic, there arent any good or bad girls as there are no entirely good or bad individuals. How a girl acts with a guy is totally dependent on what stage and situation in her life guys happened to land on. No one ever walked exactly the same path as another in one lifetime. Therefore, relationships is a form of adjustment. How much one is ready to compromise to make room for an entire other being in ones life.

A good deed toward someone doesn’t necessarily have good intentions and vice versa. Here is where our ethics come in. Is it morally right to break the law? Perhaps not. But is it morally right to break the law because of determination to save another life? If a person robs a bank, does this single deed define the person? Just in making good deeds, there are several flaws if considered flatly two dimensional. In a relationship, There usually is a sudden and accepted law of fidelity. If however, one slipped into cheating with someone else, that deed is indeed anything but good. Now for the after-effect, is it a good deed to tell the truth about the made mistake? Even though it means a great deal of suffering and aches that most probably will lead to a break-up? My answer is yes. Because, if infidelity is kept in secret, everything else will slowly evolve and surround you with lies and decievement. Everything you do will soon enough learn to trigger something you otherwise never would have thought to defy. Which I think most of us agrees is far worse than explaining one single mistake.

What I am trying to conclude is this: When someone says “your not like other girls” (or boys), what they really must mean is “your not like other girls, yet.”
Why? because every one has once been as innocent as the child within and also as unknowing. Hence in this light, innocence is also a form of ignorance though nonetheless, more accepted and clearly more sophisticated. What we don’t yet know couldn’t possibly attract us and what we are yet to feel won’t in a present state bother our emotions. We simply overcome obstacles and we learn what is teached by experience. True innocence to me, is knowing exactly what you can have, because you have experienced grasping whatever your heart desires, and still be able to resist then temptation of it. In other words, once you slip, you climb back right and you make sure to never do the same mistake twice. In knowing what you can have and what you can lose, what deeds you do, whether good or bad, only needs to answer one question.

Is it really worth it?

Presenting

 

The scattered scripts of my mind lies in the black ink you see in front of you. Thoughts of how too see a world from an individual perspective. Nothing lies matter-of-factly but it is the real occurence in realities and fiction between you and me, the reader and the writer. For you surely know if its not written, it doesn’t exist.

 

So without permission to Speak my mind, make yourselves at home.

 

yours in the writing,

Natasha Arnborg