rewritingthestory

There will be a moment in your life were you want to question and challenge truth. A moment were you want your life to make sense. Truth seeking. The journey of rediscovering yourself, physically and mentally. The journey of having the courage to confess and accept your own flaws, your ups and downs, wins and failures. The journey of forgiving yourself and the people in your past but also more importantly in your present time. A journey were you have given yourself the opportunity to get to know yourself wholeheartedly. You have to be unfearful in order to be able to depart and leave everything you consider as safeness, carefreeness, stillness and home behind. To take the very first step outside your everyday life can sometimes be the most difficult one. Truth seeking means loosing control over where your search takes you. Truth seeking is being open minded and welcoming everyone and everything that crosses your path. It's about believeing and acknowledging the people you meet during the journey as your teachers in lessons of life.

In the interest of building a better you. I've found my way of truth seeking. Have you found yours?

Who was I to make you wait ?



/ L.N

I'm re-living you and me. Silence cuts like a knife..


/ L.N.

It seems like only yesterday you wiped away my tears. Your presence is with me wherever I am, I am honored to know you, to love you and to be a part of you. The memory of you will always remain in my heart along with every life lesson you taught me. I have grown up with your values and I feel so blessed. You are my comfort through my every obstacle in life. You are my guiding light.

Happy fathers day, I wish you were here.


/ L.N.

Ser barn leka i parken, hör deras skrik och skratt. Minnen av den egna barndomen letar sig tillbaka och fyller hela min kropp med glädje. Själen förflyttas tillbaka till de dagar då en utflykt till djurparken kunde bli dagens höjdpunkt. Eller till de dagar då en ny målarbok eller docka kunde skänka så mycket glädje. Själen förflyttas tillbaka till de dagar då cykelturer runt om på gården gav skratt och hopp. De dagar då man satt på cykeln och utmaningen väntade, åka nedför backen med händerna i vinden. Slutresultatet blev oftast att cykeln åkte in i grannens staket och att man låg där på asfalten med lite smått blodiga knän och tårar som rann nerför kinderna en liten stund. Sen satt man där på cykeln uppe på backen igen och välkomnade utmanningen ännu en gång. Risker, helhjärtade risker. Enkelhet. Glädje. Det är de dagarna som själen vill fly till.



/ L.N.