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nice topic, congratulation to the author.

Sometimes we want to say some things and we end up by saying the wrong one.

We go there and we fail before we say what we think.

sorry but this is life and we have to deal with that.

bye OLI

I keep on getting lost in my lunatic moods without translation, I can't understand the message they give to me. Is it a state of mind? If my point of view changes so unexpectadly how to reach the wisdom of recognising which thoughts to trust? Which thought is correct? I kept believing the inner voice is the one to be trust. The voice of the heart. Now I am not so sure. I am not sure about anything. Neither my thoughts, nor my moods, nor my feelings, nor my dreams. I am simply lost in decoding the signs of life.

ahhh lunatic... you pretend that life can be decodified like an exact science??? I don't think so. But anyway, if you are not sure about anything, there is one thing you have to trust blindly, in yourself, in what you really want. Follow your dreams with all your strengh. Noboby is gonna bring them to you. You have to fight for your happiness. In the case that you are not sure about what u want, then only exit is to relax and flow. Don't worry too much, and enjoy your journey! 

I don't think you got the point my dearest. I am lost in myself, I mean I don't understand myself anymore. so I can't follow anything until I decode myself right?

The best way i have found so far

in translating my essence is in those 'flow' moments of being carefree, those spiritual experiences where everything is out there, standing by and God and I are alone in my room. So i talk to him in prayer ,sometimes murmuring so nobody can't hear, sometimes singing, sometimes writing my prayers in my notebook, sometimes talking out loud in parks,sometimes and quite often lately even crying ,kneeling. I give to him every single burden, my shortcomings, my wishes, my impatience,my deep sinful selfishness,my pride in thinking i don't need Him when in fact every single breath i take is from Him, i give to Him my heavy heart of frustration that things go wrong and after i have emptied myself out He loads Himself up with my baggage till it evaporates.... And that's the only place that i find nothing lost in my translation to Him.Nothing is lost with Him since he knows every single detail of my life, he relates to every burden of my heart .He even knows how many hair i have on my head. He is my Maker.
'Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?( sparrow was the cheapest most insignificant bird at the time)Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.Indeed the very hairs of your head are all numbered.Don't be afraid;you are worth more than many sparrows.' (written by Luke,chapter 12: 6-7)

I come to Him with a burdened heart and i go away renewed. This is not just found in translation, oh boy... this for me does not need translation at all.

Yes so much is lost and we tend to spend so much time and energy in thinking about it. Complaining about it... Crying over it... and without realising it we lose even more. And we keep on losing...

All we need is a little faith and we'll find the way and not get lost in the land of "lost and not found" constantly...

Ps. Thanks for the messages guys!

Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget,i will not forget you .See ,I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;your walls are ever before me. Isaiah 49:15-16

If you have tried to communicate with an ant -then maybe you will know for a second what it means to be patient like God when he tries to communicate with us,with me.
I tried it once-the second minute i saw it, i drawned the little ant in the sink....
Who am i but grass that will wither? Dust in the wind.I build castles that will vanish one day.
Who am i to be placed on his hand, be taken care of, whatched and spoiled?I never asked, never spoke,never needed an interpreter, never knew such blessings existed, he knew all and he said it all,and saying it, he made it all. No translation needed.
Who am i that the Lord of all the earth would care to know my name? ( a song)

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha lorie

Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget,i will not forget you .See ,I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;your walls are ever before me. Isaiah 49:15-16

If you have tried to communicate with an ant -then maybe you will know for a second what it means to be patient like God when he tries to communicate with us,with me.
I tried it once-the second minute i saw it, i drawned the little ant in the sink....
Who am i but grass that will wither? Dust in the wind.I build castles that will vanish one day.
Who am i to be placed on his hand, be taken care of, whatched and spoiled?I never asked, never spoke,never needed an interpreter, never knew such blessings existed, he knew all and he said it all,and saying it, he made it all. No translation needed.
Who am i that the Lord of all the earth would care to know my name? ( a song)

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My many thoughts get lost in the vast solitude of the night. Nobody hears them but me, and I tend to forget them very soon. But somehow, somewhere in the depths of my soul, the essence is kept and the meaning is treasured, creating so the very roots of me. Maybe nothing gets lost! Maybe they just transform into somthing else that we fail to recognize but somehow sometime still can feel the presence of.

My many thoughts transform in the vast solitude of the night... nobody hears them but my soul tends to remember them always....

The monotonic sound of the sky's teardrops creates a sweet melody when furiously bombarding the glass of my window. This melody forces me to take pen and pencil and write down my thoughts. But...even after 30 minutes, the pen disobeyed the energy I put in to move it, and let the white piece of paper die a virgin. What could I possibly write about? Life?,"Mind over Matter?", "To be or not to be?", the rain?
All these topics sound so cliche-like to me now, maybe because I am lost in translation.
I failed to give my thoughts an identity, a body, a name, as i wanted, because I am lost.

There, I finally said it.
(Now let's get back to work...until I find the way out.)