The Final Enigma

It's been more than a year since I last wrote a note, so please bear with me.

I have changed. It's been so long since I last felt so full of myself or so empty that I wanted to feel something. At first everything was great, I thought this change was going to make me complete, someone who needed not of love nor any other feelings to be able to breath in this world. Feelings just simply went away, and suddenly it was all gone. But I made a friend, a very good friend who sometimes triggers something inside of me, something I know I used to feel a long time ago, something I used to fear, something I used to enjoy. Honestly, I was afraid. My body was about to tear itself apart. That night I stayed up in bed longer than usual and I just started to reminisce "those times" and that's when it actually hit me. I found the secret of life, the answer to all my questions, the question to all my answers, the final enigma. People think its hard, complicated way beyond human's imagination, but its not. Life is all about memories, reminiscing and just remembering how happy one can be. I understood that the purpose is not to find the strength to live by yourself and be able to live in a world where only the fittest survive, its the opposite its to be able to find someone that when you're by their side you are the weakest person in the entire planet but no one can harm you.

My friend made me feel again, made me understand why I'm here, she made me get into reason and comprehend the fact that life is not more than real facebook; a place where we can share happiness, memories, good times, old times, a place where we care to know "whats up" with someone else, a place where the other becomes more important than yourself. It might be funny and catchy but it makes complete sense. I really have to thank that friend of mine. So how about I describe her....

• She's deadly. She had my life the second she smiled.
• She's fierce. She had me tamed the second she looked at me.
• She's evil. She made me change my way of looking at life with only the sound of her voice.
• She's contagious. She had me thinking about her the minute we weren't together.

But she's also the only thing in the world I would go to hell and back just to make sure her smile doesn't fade.

I don't know how you call this nowadays, but they used to call it love.

Your Value? It does matter...

Adding Value to Others

“Jesus went throughout Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the
kingdom, and healing every disease and sickness among the people.” Matthew 4.23

It's a perfect example for the beginning of my thoughts, how did Jesus added value to others? When you think of Jesus, is there anything bad in his omnipotent existence? This in fact, is adding value to others... ask yourself “Is my life better because of that person?”, of course by default your opinion of that person can answer that and here is my point.

Having good relations is not only vital in your life but it's indispensable, you cannot think of one person that has had a legitimate success having bad relations with everyone he meets. This is no coincidence, people who help others ultimately have more success be it moral or material. But, how? Is there anyway to free this egotistical mind of mine? John Maxwell gives several tips on this:

1.Putting other people first in your thoughts,
2.Discovering what others need,
3.Satisfying their needs with excellency and generosity.

This topic is not much further from my last note of 'Giving' , again: Cultivate the quality of generosity in your life. If only together everyone would follow this steps I can surely guarantee there would be a stark difference in the world's quality. But then again, this is only me talking. Might you think differently, but this is in no needs to disrupt your morals, they are all yours to choose from here until the end.

I shall pray to god that everyone in the world in fact, is trying to make a difference for anything better.

Thank you,
Victor
1:30 AM, Friday, June 12, 2009.

Como olas del Mar

Esas saladas gotas de rocio caen por mis ojos, para recordarme cuanto me pesa esta carga. No son lagrimas de tristeza, son lagrimas del recuerdo. Son dudas. Preguntas sin respuesta. Lagrimas de coraje, rabia. Lagrimas de agua de mar que se mezclan con un rio de pensamientos.

Quizas la clave no esta en superarlo, si no en aprender a vivir con el recuerdo de lo que fue. El recuerdo de esas sonrisas que tenian un significado que nadie conocia y que aveces venian con una segunda intencion.

El recuerdo de esas miradas complices que expresaban masque un millon de palabras. Un millon de palabras que quiero decir, que quiero gritar pero que ya no valen nada.

El recuerdo de aquellas manos. Aquellas manos que tocaron a dios. Descubrieron el alba y olcutaron el sol. Aquellas manos que se posaban en cada rincon del cielo...

Ya son solo recuerdos. Recuerdos que se hacen cada vez mas lejanos, quedando solo el leve fantasma del tiempo.

Ahora hablemos de besos. Besos tiernos que eran mas dulces que el azucar. Besos largos que exploraban cada rincon, marcando territorio. Besos apresurados que dejaban esa sensacion de querer mas que nunca se saciaba. Besos como el dulce toque de un petalo d rosa. Besos que ya no estan.

Eso lo olvide, pero queda la intriga. Se sentira igual? Mejor? Peor? Nada?

No lo se. Y no quiero lastimarme averiguandolo.

Que paso? Que paso? Esa es mi preguna. Pero quizas esa sea la pregunta equivocada y deba de preguntarme: Que no paso?

Fue muy poco tiempo. No es necesario seguir muriendo lentamente. Pero imposible evitarlo. Y aqui vuelve el tema de las mascaras. Yo vivo con una, y sinceramente no se como quitarmela.

"Quisiera gritar tu nombre a un grupo de sordos y que todos aquellos ciegos admiraran tu belleza. Hablarte aunque no me escuches y que me mires una vez mas."

~Artemisa. <3

Giving...

Hey guys! Today my friend Vicky wrote this x3, I thought it was quite nice so here it is:

Giving is the top level of living


How good is having a good life with all your dreams achieved? How good was working for all of it yourself, alone? Is it the complete enjoyment of yourself enjoying it all alone? Yet, how awful is it to enjoy it with nobody else? What is the purpose of humans in life? Is that question unanswered? I would say no. The purpose of humans can be explained very simple, yet it is very hard and complex to attain and to operate which is the solid truth as to why humanity keeps constructing a path upon destruction. I would say our purpose is giving, giving what is good to others.

Yet wait, don't get all raged upon this because you're one of those who continuously give to the others and never receive anything back. That is wrong, you're not supposed to expect anything back in your act of benevolence, the simple act of making something better is benefiting yourself as well. The proper is to be as useful as you can, be it in the worst situation as in the best situation. This in fact is one of the characteristics of a good leader, effective leaders don't pick up things in their way for themselves, they share it with many others, be that money, knowledge, experiences; they flourish their followers mind by the act of giving. Giving is the top level of living.

Some days ago someone told me: “you're like an angel fallen from the sky, why are you giving all of this to me?”. Well besides from the fact that I care for and love that person, what is there else to do? If every single human being held in front their greed and egoism, what type of solitary world would we be living in? Cultivate the quality of generosity in your life. John Maxwell states 5 qualities that one should maintain:

1.Be grateful for what you got,
2.Do not permit that the desire for possessions control you,
3.Put the people first,
4.Consider money as only second hand resource, not a vitality,
5.Enhance the habit of 'Giving'.



Richard Foster states that: “The simple act of spending money or any other goods, does something on us. That is, destroys the demon of greed.” And maybe you're completely against what I'm writing in here, maybe you say: “Why should I give something that I worked for?” If you're actually asking this to yourself, you're way out of the point.

Thank you,

Victor
6:35 A.M, Wednesday 10, 2009.

And they named it love...

It's funny how a lonesome feeling- a feeling of utter boredom and futility- comes over me when I am away from her. It seems as though a part of me was actually somewhere else. And it's always the part that has a good time and enjoys life. The only remaining part is that which sees things as being rather gloomy and ill-tempered. This feeling certainly is one of the mysteries of life to me. I cannot see it, touch it, smell it, or hear it, but I feel it inside of me as surely as though it were something I could lay my hand on. When I'm alone, a new morning, the sun coming up, white clouds, a rested feeling following a good night's sleep, are all just the beginning of another day that must be hurried through so I can get on to something else. With her, a new day is something to enjoy together and a new opportunity to appreciate all the good things in life. The sun coming up starts the day with a radiance of color that shames a Michelangelo and makes any man-made attempt at beauty a mere insignificance. Can we hurry on and ignore such a thing? Too often we do. It's a wonderful thing to enjoy such beauties with one whose love means more than life itself.
We should thank God or whomever is sparing us, because I would give away anything for one more second with the one that I love the most.

Zeus

Me

Well, I just realized that other writters were presenting themselves and saying some things about them... I believe I should do the same...

I chose Zeus because it was the Greek God that may reflect my personality and my way of acting towards people... and because it sounds alot better than Poseidon :P .
Zeus is the youngest son of Cronus and Rhea, becoming the supreme ruler of Mount Olympus and the Pantheon of Gods who resided there. Being the supreme ruler he upheld law, justice and morals, and this made him the spiritual leader of both gods and men. Zeus was a celestial god, and originally worshiped as a weather god by the Greek tribes.he name Zeus is related to the Greek word dios, meaning "bright". His other attributes as well as lightning were the scepter, the eagle and his aegis.

The weather stuff describes me perfectly, sometimes I'm sunny, other times I rain, and there are these times when I thunderstorm. I also have a great interest in what rightiousness is involved and I can say that I defend order. And as my legend describe me I throw thunder to my enemies or rivals. My personality is very similar to his. I can be arogant and sometimes mandatory but I'm mostly humble... I love and hate, I kiss and fight.
"Sometimes Zeus is clear, sometimes he rains."

If you need any notes about a topic in specific don't hesitate, just let me know.

Hope you enjoy my notes...
Zeus

2/06/2009

Hola todos:)
No había tenido la oportunidad de presentarme y aunque varias personas saben mi verdadera identidad quisiera manejarme por aquí con el nickname que digamos se me asigno, el cual es Artemisa. Artemisa es la hija de Zeus y Leto. Es la diosa de la caza. Es hermana de Apolo que esta vinculado con el Sol por lo que se vincula a Artemisa con la Luna.
Cuando Atenea me dijo que yo seria Artemisa no dije nada. Me quede callada porque pense: "Wow, como voy a ser Artemisa si estoy tan frágil estos días?". Me imagino que saben que Artemisa es una diosa de armas tomar y cuando estoy en zona normal yo también soy así. Así que dije: "umm todo esto es pasajero, creo que voy a poder con el seudónimo."
Y aquí estamos, trabajando para brindarles a todos los seguideros del blog un poquito de nuestros sentimientos.
Siempre he tenido esta percepción de mi, como fuerte, dura, calculadora y fría pero debido a distintas cosas me di cuenta que en verdad soy una persona bien sensible. Después de todo mi corazón es mas blando de lo que imagine.
Porque escribo?
Escribo porque hay veces que una quiere decir muchas cosas y no puede. No puede porque o no se debe decir, porque no todo se dice, o también cabe la posibilidad de que tenga miedo de decirlo o no sepa como expresarlo.
Es muy difícil que escriba sobre situaciones fictisias, mis escritos generalmente son de situaciones reales y hay que son cosas que me han pasado a mi. Por eso considero, perdonen la "modestia" que mis escritos están cargados con un sentimiento especial e increíble, porque son cosas con las que muchos nos podríamos sentir identificados.
Soy amante del amor, de la fantasía. Soy perseguidora de sueños y me intrigan las mariposas. Considero que fui el resultado de una noche de desenfrenada pasión y que por estar de contestona me sacaron del Olimpo, aunque se que no van a poder estar tanto tiempo sin mi presencia y Leto me va a mandar a buscar.
No les prometo versos de Neruda pero si escritos llenos de sentimientos puros y sinceros. Hagan el amor no la guerra, pero luchen por aquello que crean que es lo correcto.

Frases para considerar hoy:

• Fighting for peace, is like fucking for virginity.
• When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.
• Be strong now because things will get better, it might be stormy now but it cant rain forever.

Y aqui me despido.