It is early morning, a very calm day for me, am at office but I feel exhausted, the weather is marvellous today with a warm sun and some chilly wind, it is better than your dreams, a strange feeling between enthusiasm and hope and may be a bit of Sleep Lake.
I began my day with a very strange quote in my calendar, a weird sentence first time for me to read, it says: “Hell is forbidden on those who are tender, easy going and peaceful”
It pushed my mind to process ideas, It made me think, it kind of moved me in a way, it was never easy to be kind and easy going and peaceful with people it took some hard self control and temper management just to smile to people in this daily stress and the speedy life style.
Trying to occupy myself instead of that continuous thinking about my family, I organized a barbeque party tonight in Kreir, I hope it succeed from the organization part, it will be difficult to arrange all these people and all this needs.
Had a strange phone call today from my mother, normally in my week schedule, I spend Fridays with my family and it worked until this week, when she announces on the phone, she is not satisfied with one day in the week, she needs another day and I should arrange my time in any suitable way.
We argued about me working day and night and her busy schedule with her friends, her work and my father, but all this argument failed in a dramatic way and she replied that I should arrange myself or she will get angry with me and subject closed, I will have to rearrange my schedule then, poor me.
My mother the last dilemma in my life, the only person I am still confused about, the only person I rather hate and love to talk with in the same time, she is the only person that never loose it.
With us, and here I mean me and my brothers and all her big family, she is always the guardian, the advisor, the ultimate right person, the one you will have to justify yourself in front of and the one who will always accept only what is right despite any other logic.
I always wished she could be one of us, I always wished I could talk to her like a normal human being, I always wished she could understand how much I need to just talk and tell what I have in my heart with her, without worries or fear of being misjudged or misunderstood.
Mothers the hidden angels in people’s life, the unstoppable care and fear about your life and future and the caring breath you get from life. The one who will not ever give up on you, the one who will love you despite what you did or will do in life, although I have a tough strong mother but I adore her more than any person in my life now.
In the middle of all these strong feelings she is used to give, she never found time to chat or to talk about life, about what she feels or think, may be about nothing, just normal talk, may be by time this lost conversation between us will eventually take place.
In the middle of all this angry tone of voice and the enthusiasm to express her opinions in what I am doing in my life or what I should do.
In the middle of the long arguments and just when I feel I am getting angry, I just remember her will, I just remember why she fights me, I just remember why she is mad of me, which brings me down.
She always wanted what is best for me and she never accepts from me less than that, she is fighting me just for my own benefit, just for my own sake, it is a blessing in our lives we never realize until it is too late.
God bless my mother and all the lovely kind mothers all over the world.
I began my day with a very strange quote in my calendar, a weird sentence first time for me to read, it says: “Hell is forbidden on those who are tender, easy going and peaceful”
It pushed my mind to process ideas, It made me think, it kind of moved me in a way, it was never easy to be kind and easy going and peaceful with people it took some hard self control and temper management just to smile to people in this daily stress and the speedy life style.
Trying to occupy myself instead of that continuous thinking about my family, I organized a barbeque party tonight in Kreir, I hope it succeed from the organization part, it will be difficult to arrange all these people and all this needs.
Had a strange phone call today from my mother, normally in my week schedule, I spend Fridays with my family and it worked until this week, when she announces on the phone, she is not satisfied with one day in the week, she needs another day and I should arrange my time in any suitable way.
We argued about me working day and night and her busy schedule with her friends, her work and my father, but all this argument failed in a dramatic way and she replied that I should arrange myself or she will get angry with me and subject closed, I will have to rearrange my schedule then, poor me.
My mother the last dilemma in my life, the only person I am still confused about, the only person I rather hate and love to talk with in the same time, she is the only person that never loose it.
With us, and here I mean me and my brothers and all her big family, she is always the guardian, the advisor, the ultimate right person, the one you will have to justify yourself in front of and the one who will always accept only what is right despite any other logic.
I always wished she could be one of us, I always wished I could talk to her like a normal human being, I always wished she could understand how much I need to just talk and tell what I have in my heart with her, without worries or fear of being misjudged or misunderstood.
Mothers the hidden angels in people’s life, the unstoppable care and fear about your life and future and the caring breath you get from life. The one who will not ever give up on you, the one who will love you despite what you did or will do in life, although I have a tough strong mother but I adore her more than any person in my life now.
In the middle of all these strong feelings she is used to give, she never found time to chat or to talk about life, about what she feels or think, may be about nothing, just normal talk, may be by time this lost conversation between us will eventually take place.
In the middle of all this angry tone of voice and the enthusiasm to express her opinions in what I am doing in my life or what I should do.
In the middle of the long arguments and just when I feel I am getting angry, I just remember her will, I just remember why she fights me, I just remember why she is mad of me, which brings me down.
She always wanted what is best for me and she never accepts from me less than that, she is fighting me just for my own benefit, just for my own sake, it is a blessing in our lives we never realize until it is too late.
God bless my mother and all the lovely kind mothers all over the world.
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