As long as I remember it was always me against the rest of the world. And often it seems that way still, yet I have learned I’m not alone and even when alone I’m not weak. My strength is to be found in my soul and my heart where I find honesty and truth, Love and sympathy, compassion and empathy. I refuse to be defined by someone else and I refuse to be who I am not just because everyone does. I can be very strong opinionated and yes I can be wrong. Ill be the first to admit when I’m wrong. I’m straight forward usually though I don’t like confrontations.

Watching the news or reading articles on the internet about unjust in this world that’s being done to other people touches me deeply and often I wish to be able to actually make a difference big enough for the world to notice. To wake up everyone else who have gotten so used to these things that they barely feel anymore. After all its far away. the demonstrations when refugees of other countries at war flee to our land sickens me. Just imagine your country is at war and you have no place to find safety. its a right to receive help and a right to give help, yes a right it is for without the others we are but just alone. All this power and wealth you can’t take with you after you pass away. Traditions and cultural wealth lasts a lot longer and cant be just taken away.

I would like one day to be able to make that difference and share my strength with those that don’t. I know I can I just need to hold on and be ready when its my turn. Then I will be there for you because its not only helping the ones in need its most of all helping those not in need. for they have the greatest need to learn to see what they have became blind for.

The world and me always at war, although its not so much the world but more the ppl on it.

When its a little then is simple… its just that, A little.
When its a lot but not that much, its A lottle.
Now it gets more difficult. when its not a little and not a lottle what is it? This question got me puzzled. Of course I wouldn’t be I if i didn’t came up with a solution for that. Simple as is, If its not a little and if its not a lottle, its a liottle. Can you still keep up?
So what is it when its more then a lottle you wonder? Its a lottlelot in that case.

Now that’s cleared up get a pencil n add these words to your dictionary.

What ever will be will be, the futures not ours to see Que sera sera.

Its been going through my mind quite a lot lately. Lots of recent changes in my life has caused this of course and there are so many more changes to come. I know what I’m capable of but what I do not know is what I’m not capable of. Yes I’m worried if i will be able to pay the bills and stay out of debts like I was able to before. My life has changed and  will be changing a lot more. Will i still be able to continue to pay my bills in time? Thats the most important to me. I’m creative enough to make life worthwhile even for the kids. Money can only buy so much. the time invested in them and the shared laughters you cant buy. It’s just gonna be another adventure i guess. Might as well enjoy it while Im at it.

Today I want to say thank you for being there for me.
Today I want to say thank you because you didn’t had to be

Today I want to say thank you for everything you do
Today I want to say thank you because i never asked you to

Oorlog,

‘t is koud en donker om ons heen,
het geluid van een harde knal gaat ons door merg en been.
Dan horen we allemaal stemmen,
veel gegil en geren, de paniek is niet te remmen.
Dan word er hard op het luik boven ons hoofd geklopt.
Iedereen zwijgt, houd z’n adem in tot het gebons stopt.
In het midden van de ruimte steekt iemand een kaars aan.
Hoelang zullen we met deze angst in deze kou nog door moeten gaan.
Een vrouw begint te huilen, haar man en haar kinderen leven niet meer.
Zomaar doodgeschoten, in koele bloede, door een man met een geweer.
Alleen maar omdat ze even buiten liepen,
en de kinders om hun moeder riepen.
Ach hoeveel levens gaat het nog kosten, hoelang gaat het nog duren,
kan er dan niemand ons een heel klein beetje vrede sturen?

Geschreven naar aanleiding van de golf oorlog door D.S. op 2 januari 1993

War,

Surrounded by cold and darkness
The sound of a loud noise goes right through us
A lot of voices all around,
Footsteps, screaming, such a frightning sound,
A knock on the hatch above our heads,
nobody speaks, hardly breaths, filled with dreads.
Someone lights a candle in the middle of the room,
How long we have to live with this fear, cold and doom?
A woman cries, her husband and children are dead.
Killed by a man with a gun, they where no threat
They just walked outside,
surching for there mother, who lost them out of sight
How much longer wil it last, how many lives will it take?
Can’t someone send us some peace for our sake?

Written on january 2 1993, during the Gulf war