Love message revival

Hello dear friends.

I know I´ve been hesitating preetty long to write another journal, but the time of the new one has already come. The last one was about Valentine Day. About love.

Today I wanna speak littlle selfishly. Wanna tell you about a strange thing that happend to me last Friday.

Past months were trully not the best-especially because events and facts that were happening around, to my friends and closed people and thereby to me too. I have to say, it was a (and still it is) quite hard time. I´m not a naive person, I know problem won´t vanish away just because we want them to go. But we are fighting still (with more or less success). Maybe you´ve noticed that I didn´t post almost nothing at past weeks and months. It´s becuase the fact, that everything I started to create, ended ripped into pieces and thrown into a trash bin.

But-I should return back to what I was writing about at the top-the "strange Friday"...

It was in the morning, I was sitting in the trolleybus, going to work. After all those days filled with sadness and fear of people I love, I was thinking about the meaning of everything we do. The meaning of the fact I´m sitting at the trolleybus, going to job I surely didn´t dreamed of, about the people who meant something in my life and they are gone away, about the suffering of those who surely don´t deserve such horror and about lots of other things. But, then, the trolleybus stopped at the bus stop and I have seen a wonderful scene. The rays of morning sun were going through the drops of dew left on the grass and spring flowers by the road. I was listening-as always on my way to work-my MP3 player. Right in the moment I saw this wonderful picture, I heard those lyrics from the song: "And it´s all for you..."(Seal-Wedding day [link]). This was the answer to all my questions I had last months. Even you´re down, you´ve got a gift to see things, other won´t ever see. This was all for me, only for me at the moment. I looked around and saw people sitting at the same trolleybus as I, but they were looking either to some tabloid newspaper or they were sleeping cause it was morning. They were not endowed that morning with this wonderful gift. They haven´t seen the field filled with pearls thrown into the grass.

Even we´re sometimes so down, we can´t imagine being lower, there´s always something beautiful. I´m thankful for the gift to see things others don´t see.

I want to say thanks for everything, even the stars sometimes fade to grey, even the stars hide away (The Weepies-Hideaway [link])

At the end-I wish to all my friends and dear people to recover soon from everything that makes their lifes harder then before.

Hankita