Strength- what is it?
Endurance? Sacrifice? Persistance?
Is it pride, with a twist of suffering inside?

Endings are inherently tragic, but what's worse is when they linger.
In small towns, there's no mercy. no way of avoiding.
Suddenly you stand face to face with your personal illusion
your ghost, your disease.
But what else is there to do?

Take a deep breath, ignore the opening abyss in your stomach and look the other way.
Keep on walking.

we do what we need to be free

Now, I know I'm all about nostalgia and I get attached, and I get obsessed and blablabla.
But I can swear I've seen this before. I've seen the sacrifice, the denounciation,
and the "us against the world". And it usually ends in isolation.

Luckily, I am not talking about myself this time.
in this story I am the externality. The one not taken into consideration
the one left out of the equation. Purposefully. Deliberately. Mercilessly.
And someone else is heading towards isolation.

And now I am contemplating.
Are we all kidding ourselves? celebrating the virtue of friendship when we can't get love?
But choosing love over friendship once we find it?
Is social relations in fact the high point of hypocrisy?

should we all be pairing off as to ensure our non-lonliness?
God forbid independence, empowerment and self-fullfilment?

Tack madde för tipset :))))

RESPECT (or lack thereof)

My future was once read by a strong believer in astrology and I was told that my life would have its best period
when I was between 26-27 years old.
At the time I wasn't very encouraged by that (I was 23), but still sort of curious as to what great things would happen to me. And here I am, in the middle of the two and on top of the world.
Awesome job, Great studies, amazing project and real friends to keep me sane.

This is one of those days when you have to choose if you want to look at life from the bright side or the black one. And I'm choosing bright, cause I know the near future holds great things for me. Not cause it's written in the stars, but because I've been working like a maniac and it is finally my turn to be rewarded. Because things always got in my way and now they are suddenly removed. Voilá, c'est la vie.

Catch you on the flipside!

the rooster-flag!

I can only concur with myself.
It ALWAYS happens when you least expect it
and all those difficult choices you had to make in the past..
they just led you right here.
To this, the chance of a life-time, the adventure of my dreams.
And now it is My turn to make a change.

Mmmm som i mättnad... (Ssshhh, as in should't)

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate

Identitet är att skilja sig från mängden

It's important to sometimes be reminded of the immense potential that each and everyone of us posesses.
There are too many people out there trying to tell you that you can't do anything.
You can't get the job you want, you can't implement your own ideas, can't reach your goals...

If we can create an environment where everybody's talents can be utlilized, where everybody is Somebody, and where everybody is allowed to be themselves and fulfill their creativity; we could create a whole new world.
Generation Y and the one after that have the power and the potential to make a change.
Why don't you let us?

Identitet är att skilja sig från mängden
Det är en flytande process som får saker och ting att gå förlorade och förnyas
medan man oupphörligt går vilse och hittar tillbaka.


- because of the inexorability of an impossible thing that was insisting on its right to become.

Salman Rushdie.

to the brink and beyond

Human interaction is not the same as interfacing.
Computers merely require input.
People acually demand communication.

If you look for signs you will find them. I know this.
Especially if you reconstruct your whole reality in retrospect.
So I am aware of the fallacy in my train of thought..
But I remembered vaguely a eureka moment from last year and found this:

"Babbling about subjectivity"

Sometimes I think I should just learn to listen to my own advice.
But thoughts in the head are like words under water. Distorted.


Many Inconvenient Truths

Buried in facts and figures on Western Sahara and simultaneously juggling internationalism, world public opinion formation and game theoretical bases of international relations I am starting to realize the littleness of myself.
Yeees, yes HAHA sophia is small;but now I mean in a more theoretical perspective.
Steps and decisions are taken every day that affect thousands, if not millions of people, and most of us don't even know about them. Worse, we usually cannot be bothered to care about them
So what if the European Union wants to pay Morocco to fish in occupied Saharawian waters? So what if Flemish separatists spread propaganda that will poison relations within Belgium for decades to come? So what if people are tortured, refused humanitarian aid and cut off forever from their families?

It is all happening and we choose to close our eyes and smile or look the other way....

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