…sau Terminalul 2
Thoughts on growing up
Desi vara se identifica cu concediul, perioada aceasta la mine e foarte incarcata cu o combinatie (dez)echilibrata de excursii mai putin recreative si munca de la birou si din santier. Ceea ce insa ma bucura este suita de evenimente de la finalul acestei saptamani. In cinstea unuia dintre evenimente vi-l arat din nou pe Sven, pe care l-am intalnit de data aceasta la plimbare impreuna cu mamica lui. Sven a invatat sa rada, cat despre noi cei din jurul lui, ce puteam altceva sa facem decat sa gravitam in jurul lui si sa incercam sa ii mai smulgem cate un zambet. Micul nostru print (Albert) incepe sa semene cu tatal lui, vorba unei prietene, asteptam sa ii creasca pleata sa poata si el merge cu parintii la un concert de metal!
Urmeaza Sven – Ep.3. Botezul (la care am onoarea sa fiu fotograful oficial).
…big Friday coming up!
Where does it come from?… this quest, this need to solve life’s mysteries when the simplest questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps it would be better not to look at all…but that’s not human nature, not the human heart. That…is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope, to know for certain who we will meet along the way, who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts and share the pain of trying…
I read something interesting today:
Life is like photography, we develop from negatives!
Childhood was a strange and passionate time. Some of our dreams dissolved into thin air. They almost seem comical now. But some of our dreams are lasting and real.
You start out life with a clean slate. Then you begin to make your mark. You face decisions, make choices. You keep moving forward. But sooner or later there comes a time where you look back over where you have been… and wonder who you really are.
I knew at that moment, that life was not fair. Sure… I’d write to him, and maybe he’d write me – then what? Could we really wait for each other for the next few years? It was hopeless. I’d never felt pain like this before in my entire life. It felt…wonderful.
Oh, yeah…Love. Once upon a time, it was…simple. If you liked somebody, you let ’em know. And if you didn’t, you let ’em know. One way or another, you knew where you stood. But as you get older, communication gets more…complicated.
Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them. Some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
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