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Clinging to words we try to describe the way we feel. The way we see the world. And for as much as we try, for as much as we search within our selves somehow we still fail to show ourselves as who we are. So much is lost within us. There's times even we are blind to our own faults, to our own merits, to our own true personality. And then we try to translate this poor, crushed image of who we are, to somebody else. How can they ever see us? How can they distinguish the true version from the false ones? So much is lost!! And I wonder: are we all just scattered  pieces of a puzzle we constantly struggle to complete? Isn't that the reason we always, even almost unconsciously try to find someone to fulfill us? To absolve the emptiness we feel within?

How can anybody do that though? We appear only broken, snatched little pieces of our soul, scared and shy, and doubtful...So much is lost...

Is that the reason why so often we create castles in the clouds and see them crumble at the faintest gust of wind. Is there really any hope in succeeding if we don't finish translating who we are before we try to find other missing pieces of the puzzle?

Translating your essence in words and gestures..., maybe we overlook it... but it is by far the most difficult 'language' ever, and the one where we're the most lost in...

 

Very thoughtful message My dear friend. I have been thinking about it since yesterday. In a sense you always describe what I find difficult to articulate, so please don't be mad at me if I borrow your words. I guess, may be I am wrong, the only solution to this ambiguity of assumptions and opened questions is to see with the eye of the heart. I have always felt that the eye of the reason, tends to lead to much more opened questions, much more rhetoric questions, much more monologues, without transforming them into dialogues, even when we try to talk to ourselves and try to discover what we want, how we want, what is good for us, what is important for us. I have the feeling that when I see with the eye of the heart, things are less complicated, they are very simple, because everything can be accepted as it is and in every "apparently" negative thing, suffering, pain, you can always find a positive side to it, a positive side that could help find the hidden wisdom, the hidden message of everything that happens to us. NOthing happens by chance, it has a purpose. Even our thoughts and emotions' sharing has a purpose, may be we aren't aware of it at the moment, but this is a way, a space, a tool through which we try to articulate loudly, eventhough behind the monitor, our inner being. And there is so much to be still discovered, but may be through writing in these pages, we don't comunicate only to ourselves, but to other souls and if we are opened enough we can get a bunch of inspiration.

With lots of love for you
moi

How much I liked these two posts. The first one is so opened and trusted and the second one is so unselfish and full of thoughts how to feel the other person's feelings, forgeting all of your problems and happines.

Respect to both of you. I couldn't stand without interfering.

Une do ta klasifikoja me teper ne planin filozofik pyetjen tende se sa ne ate linguistik.Eshte e vertete qe "man kind" te cilit me sa duket i referohet vezhgimi yt le shume per te deshiruar ne aspektin e njohjes se kufijve e te potencialit te unit te tij dhe pikerisht pamundesia e krijimit te nje njesie matese ne kete fushe,ve me teper ne pah formen kaotike te ekspozimit te tij , e cila me te drejte cilesohet nga ju si "puzzle".

I have been lost many times friends

i still get into that pit.
How striving it is to show what you mean through words, through gestures, through paintings ,drawings. Often i wonder how do people make it without expressing some part of their worlds on paper, on paint,in pictures? How do they let it out, the enormeous drive ,the fire that bursts? Yet, no matter how much we write, or draw ,or paint, compose,play music, there's still a world inside yet unexplored,a world very full that many people don't grasp.And no matter that you try kindly to explain, biases, prejudices ,misunderstadings will hurt your soul.
Then i ask :who will stand for us? Who will fill us up? Who is that man that knows the inner parts of your soul, the deepest desires of your heart.Who will fight the emptyness for me?

So far i have only one answer : Exodus 14:14 The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still.

When i pray, there's no emptiness inside me. I guess it's a miracle- that's why i feel like i am touching the sky with my hand, because i know God has made me and knows every single part of me,those pieces that i shrink in conversations with people, and those that are vast like a deep sea. At least ,i have somebody that understands me ALL-God-and that's enough.

I don't know if the others complicate my life, or I complicate it myself. I'm lost in human translation, I am lost in understanding the people. I am lost and I simply will not think anymore. Come what may. So many horses of troy they are simply too many. All of different shapes with the same hidden mission. but one day I will be able to send all of them to the hell they come from, even if dressed in divine clothing.

Nje filozof i madh ka thene "Kush nuk mund ta gjeje me njerezit e gjen me Zotin dhe e kunderta"

I am lost between people and GOD too.

I received this in email. I would like to share it with you.

There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once.

So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.

She looked up and asked Can I help you She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.

He said Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD. He picked one out and gave her money for it.

Would you like me to wrap it for you she asked, smiling her cute smile again.

He nodded and she went to the back.

She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.

So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...

!!!RRRRRING!!!

The mother picked up the phone and said, Hello

It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, You don't know He passed away yesterday...

The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother.

Later in the day. the mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.

Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.

It said Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me Love, Jacelyn

The mother opened another CD...

Again there was a piece of paper. It said Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me Love, Jacelyn

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We might have the chance only once. There might not be a second chance. And if we postpone saying to the persons we love how much we love them, if we put our egos and pride at the first place, then we might lose them without having the chance to let them know how much we care.

Oh no!!!!
I wrote a giant message with regard of the writing above and with the hit of the wrong button I lost my thoughts  .  I call this "lost in the horizon" ...

Then, let me be the first one...

to let you know how much i care about you and hope one day we will meet.

I pray about you very often.You and Sylvie.

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.)