So tired ..

I’m just writing a little post – to wish you all the best for the weekend.

The last week has been all about illness – and I’m out of energy.

I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to visit you or comment on your posts.

Anyway – I’m looking forward to do so – in a few days.

 I’ll be back!!!

Have a great weekend – Hugs!!!

Torilpia

And the winner is ….. ???

I really like the voice of this young man .. :o)

Even though he’s got some critisism for his English – and for not always singing “clear and clean” – I love this song and this voice …

Guess he can get far and be “someone” – when he grows up .. :o) 

And for all those who are mad because he’s representing Norway in the Eurovision song contest;

“Prejudices are the chains forged by ignorance to keep men apart.”

(Marguerite Blessington)

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Not everybody kan perform as Keep of Kalessin :o)

Wish you all the best – lots of hugs!!!

Torilpia

 

Feeling sorry for ourselves

When accidents occur or we’re having a period of misfortune – we often start feeling sorry for ourselves. I guess it’s only natural. I often feel sorry for myself – but feels like a crybaby if I go around showing it to other people. I still think we’re allowed to feel that way – sometimes.

We are to be strong and not fall into selfpity or worse. If we’re feeling so sorry for ourselves – that it affects the people around us it’s not good. If one  has an accident – and he/she pushes people away because of selfpity … well - that’s probably because of his/hers pride – but what is pride? What makes a father push his kids away – when he’s suddenly without a job or in other ways lost his face. That’s pride isn’t it? And it’s selfpity!

This was probably worse in “the old days” – when our families was totally dependent on our income and contribution to life-support. No social-services was available back then .. If a man couldn’t support his family – he didn’t feel like a real man. If a woman struggled to feed her kids – she had to wait for her husband to bring home food – she couldn’t accept gifts from the community because that was charity – and it would make both her and her husband look bad. Seems rather foolish to me – but I guess I’ve never been to proud to accept gifts or anything else. I just look at it as fortune – that I’m lucky to get this things .. or whatever it is/was. It’s when it comes down to relationships – my pride shows up – and that’s not something I like about myself. Because of pride – I’ve got myself into some rather difficult situations – and – I’ve felt sorry for myself after.

So – why am I thinking about all this?

I saw a few episodes of The Little House on The Prairie and it was a lot of pride (and some selfpity) in that story.

Mikael Landon – wow .. what a smile :o)

The real Charles and Caroline Ingalls

       

The real Laura Ingalls Wilder and Almanzo Wilder

It’s amazing to see how they actually looked like. All though a lot of this story is fiction – there are many real parts as well. Realizing that the story about Mary (Laura’s blind sister) is most fiction – made me feel sad. She never married Adam – she never became a teacher on a blindschool – but then again she didn’t have to suffer the abortion of one child and the death (in a fire) of a second. It never happened.

A lot about this series and about Lauras life  and the rest of her family – is to be found on the internet. Their real lives was quite exciting as well.

It’s a trip down the memory lane – life as it used to be or could have been – for more than 100 years ago.

I wish you all the best – lots of love and hugs!

Torilpia :o)

(The pictures are Googled)

Painful friendship

The pain she felt – was breaking her heart!

What happened to the laughing girl - she once used to be?

The girl with hopes – dreams – fantasies for the future

- the search for happiness – her search -

ended in grief!

Her wrists witnessing about a time filled with anger – frustration – despair!

He didn’t want her – he wanted her only friend – and her friend wanted him as well!

What kind of friendship did they have since her feelings didn’t matter to her friend?

The scars on the outside was bad – but the ones inside – beyond description!

Soon she would be forgotten – as if she never was born into this world.

Only a wooden cross telling her name – the name you and I can’t remember!

 

Torilpia

 

We are starting a new week – and with this I would like to give you all a big hug!

All the best – Toril :o)