Frosty Day

Frost flowers on the window.

83 years ago was born a man who would later deliver the today well known “I Have a Dream” speech.  He was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1977 and Congressional Gold Medal in 2004. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day was established as a U.S. federal holiday in 1986.

Because I work for an american company, I had free today. I wandered through town a little, but it was freezing although the sky was clear blue just like on a summer day.

The coffee from Mokum warmed my hands and soul a little so I managed to take a few shots. Enjoy! 🙂

Inside.

There are friends who leave. There are lovers who brake our heart. There are lessons we never learn. There are roads we forget they exist. There are eyes that haunt us. There are mistakes we repeat. There are kisses we will remember. There are memories that make us smile. There are wishes we only dream about. There are days of sadness that seem to never pass away. There are failures we don’t want to talk about. There are sacrifices we don’t regret. There are moments of patience which are worth it in the end. 

And there’s love. And there are hearts. Beating hearts. And there’s magic. And there’s sound.

Because the music never stopped!  

An endless war.

This is how life seems to be, like an endless war. A war with yourself, to survive, to leave something behind, to make a difference, to feel loved, to be accepted, to become better, to grow, to give, to feel grateful.

These things never stop until you give out your last breath. We’re at war with the world, we’re in a continues race to be noticed and appreciated, but for what? We’re at war, but we don’t know how to fight. We’re at war but we  don’t know the real meaning of the word “struggle”. We want to win without having the courage to stand up for what we believe in. We want to win with a little “luck”. There’s no such thing as luck in war.

War means fighting, giving up your own life if you have to, having faith. War means going through an experience that will definitely change you and kill parts of you. War means to load up your gun and shot without any regret. War means loss and damage.

Let’s just hope that at the end of the day even though our hands may be dirty, our soul is clean and at peace.

 

 

Christmas

This Christmas is by far one of the best since I was a child. I think we all had our best Christmases in our childhood because back then we truly believed in Santa Claus, we tried to be good for him to visit us, we lived surrounded by magic.  Growing out that world isn’t always pleasent. You realize that people can be mean, that the good don’t always win and that magic can easily dissapear like sand grains through our fingers…

Lately I came to the conclusion that it’s only a matter of believing. Try to be good, not only at Christmas, but through the entire year. Do the things you love most, not everyday, but once in a while. Make time for yourself, discover the inner you. Try to become a better person by learning from your own mistakes and why not from other’s mistakes too. Control every negative feeling you might have, calm down and act after that. Sorround yourself with positive people, who have dreams and aspirations, who fight for whatever they believe in. That’s very important: to fight for what you believe in.  Don’t forget to be grateful for every small act of generosity of thing you’ve received. Say “thank you” more often and say it from the heart. Give. Don’t expect for someone to ask for help, just think what would they need and give if you can. It feels good and joy you see on someones face counts more than all the money in the world.

I’m not against being more generous around these Holidays. I know some just give for them to feel better, to know that they’ve done something, but that’s better than nothing. They made someone smile, they filled someone’s need, they made someone think that there are good people in the world too. Does it really matter the reason behind the action? Does it matter that they’ve been giving just for their own selfishness, for them to feel that they are better people? To me it doesn’t matter. I just want to see happy people. I want to see that everyone’s happy.

I wish everyone from my heart a Merry Christmas. I hope this Christmas finds you all at home, with your family and your Christmas Tree. I hope you all receive lots of gifts, enjoy the time with your dear ones and take some time to put in balance this last year. Remember the good and bad, the happy and the sad, what mattered in the end and what not and wish yourself for next year to be a little more wise.

For those who can’t be home, near their families…I wish them a lot of strenght, health and warmth. My thoughts are with you too.

 

 

 

 

 

Museum

 

This is the museum from Deta (my hometown). They renovated it recently and it looks wonderful now. They still have some work to do inside.  Unfortunatly I don’t know the exact history of the place, but I’ll try to find out a little ore about it.

In the last photograph you’ll see an owl. The place is full of them, there are like 15 or 20 of them. I’m not sure but I think it’s called The  Great Horned Owl..anyway, it has ears in case you didn’t notice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Advent Time

Time to remember, time to prepare…

 

Advent Candles

Who needs colors?

 

Pădurea Verde (Green Forest) Timișoara

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colors of Autumn

Photos taken in Deta, near a forest. (29th October)

At the end of the day

What do we do for our dream to survive?