Thursday, January 24, 2008
After sunset, as the knolls and hills wrapped themselves in shadow, History stood before the maiden. He was an old man whose white hair fell like snow over his breast and shoulders, and in his right hand he held a sharp sickle. In a voice like the roaring sea he said, "Peace unto you, Syria."
The virgin rose, trembling with fear. "What do you wish of me, History?" she asked. Then she pointed to her sheep. "This is the remnant of a healthy flock that once filled this valley. This is all that your covetousness has left me. Have you come now to sate your greed on that?
"These plains that were once so fertile have been trodden to barren dust by your trampling feet. My cattle that once grazed upon flowers and produced rich milk, now gnaw at thistles that leave them gaunt and dry.
"Fear God, oh History, and afflict me no more. The sight of you has made me detest life, and the cruelty of your sickle has caused me to love Death.
"Leave me in my solitude to drain the cup of sorrow- my best wine. Go, History, to the West where Life's wedding feast is being celebrated. Here let me lament the bereavement you have prepared for me."
Concealing his sickle under the folds of his garment, History looked upon her as a loving father looks upon his child, and said, "Oh Syria, what I have taken from you were my own gifts. Know that you sister-nations are entitled to a part of the glory which was yours. I must give to them what I gave you. Your plight is like that of Egypt, Persia and Greece, for each one of them also has a lean flock and dry pasture. Oh Syria, that which you call degradation is an indispensable sleep from which you will draw strength. The flower does not return to life save through death, and love does not grow except after separation."
The old man came close to the maiden, stretched forth his hand and said, "Shake my hand, oh Daughter of the Prophets." And she shook his hand and looked at him from behind a screen of tears and said, "Farewell, History, farewell." And he responded, "Until we meet again Syria, until we meet again."
And the old man disappeared like swift lightning, and the shepherdess called her sheep and started on her way, saying to herself, "Shall there be another meeting?"
Gibran Khalil Gibran
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Looking back on my last year I realized how full of activity it was. As a resolution I can straightforwardly say it was a comfortably busy one. Well no big achievements but not bad too it was a good year …lots of changes, traits and mentally wise. Being stable in my current job…been also a year since started it which is an achievement heh I tend to change jobs a lot.
Stared and ended a relationship. actually short term relationships aren’t really my type but that was it!!
Met lots of amazing people made good friendships, traveled 3 times in one year that’s cool too, Been to lots of events and concerts. Been working on my little private business hopefully it will flourish in the upcoming year.
I usually don’t write my new year resolutions but what the heck they always say write down what your aim for so you remember them,so my 10 resolutions for the new year are:
1. Quit smoking ( yea I say that every year but this year am gonna try for real)
2. fit in fitness
3. learn something new ( maybe a new language, maybe some new craft course, or even going back to learning Salsa)
4. get organized ( I’m a big mess no need to explain more)
5. fall in love (hmmmm no comment)
6. get involved in more activities
7. help others
8. go back to writing and blogging
9. enjoy my life and be thankful
10. give love to my family and friends
Well welcome 2008 goodbye 2007 wishing you all a blissful and perfect year