No Arms, No Legs, No Worries Mate – Nick Vujicic is Awesome Mate =)

This is a most inspirational video I had seen a while ago. It was shown to me today in a even more inspiring & professional version (if that’s possible :)) which struck me to be so powerful that I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to post it even if you’ve already seen it… five minutes every morning will set you up for the day!
After watching it you will be pumped up with optimism!

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Published on 25 Feb 2013
No Arms, No Legs, No Worries Mate – Nick Vujicic is Awesome =)

http://www.attitudeisaltitude.com

Nick talks about the importance of parenting in early childhood and it’s significance in overcoming hopelessness. Willpower is a driving force for making our big dreams come true, but if we don’t get a miracle in life, we can always be a miracle to someone else.

Nick Vujicic was born in Australia to a Serbian immigrant family, with a rare disorder characterized by the absence of all four limbs. Most of his childhood he struggled with depression, and after a suicide attempt he decided to concentrate on what he did have instead on what he didn’t. He realized that his life story inspires many people.

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When your eyes fog up –Prose- With French original text as- Quand tes yeux s’embuent-1992 adjusted January 2013

when your eyes fog up
©copyright2013owpp

When your eyes fog up
——————-

Your wish,
To expel
All thoughts.
You address yourself
In a whirlwind of anger
And frustration
Search again and always
The appeal of absolute
Contentment,
Never to find it.

You ferret about
In the nooks and crannies
Hoping to discover
A mislaid sample…
Leaving no suspicion.
Exploiting all possibilities
Where we do not see it,
Where we do, precisely.
When your eyes fog up,
With consuming and invasive

Images,
It is difficult not to think,
Succumb,
To conflicting feelings…
What’s with the futility
Of this life.
The derision and reason
For existence.
You seek the strength
Of oblivion. The continuation

Of these gestures seemingly
Useless or devoid of interest
But forming a moment,
A life… indispensable
To your survival…
You thank the universe,
You trust and continue
Your way laboriously,
For you, your family and
This world so radiant, majestic

And noble that surrounds you.
Everything that breathes
Around you.

In you.
_____

Quand tes yeux s’embuent
——————————-

Ton souhait
Faire le vide.
Tu t’adresses
Dans un tourbillon
De colère
et frustration.
Tu cherches encore et toujours
L’attrait d’un contentement
absolu.
Ne le trouvant jamais.

Tu fouines
Dans les recoins
Espérant découvrir
Un échantillon égarer…
Ne laissant aucun soupçon,
Exploitant toutes les possibilités.
Là où on ne le voit pas,
Là où on le voit justement.
Quand tes yeux s’embuent
D’images accaparantes

Et envahissantes
Il est difficile de ne pas penser,
Succomber
Aux sentiments contradictoires…
A quoi rîme la futilité
De cette vie.
La dérision et le pourquoi
De l’existence.
Tu cherches la force
De l’oubli. La continuation

De ces gestes paraissant
Inutile ou dénué d’intérêt
Mais formant un moment,
Une vie… Indispensable
A ta survie…
Tu remercies l’univers,
Tu as confiance et continues
Laborieusement ton chemin,
Pour toi, ta famille et
Ce monde si rayonnant, majestueux

Et noble qui t’entoure.
Tout ce qui respire
Autour de toi.

En toi.

A day of our lives February 2010 Oa essay

©copyright2013owpp

A day of our lives
—————

Last night I felt like waiving it all. Does it happen to you too?
Ironically, the arguments I want to run away from are the very reason I will not give up.
Even if the scales prove otherwise, working my character defects is now the reason for me to stay on.
So, I am hanging on a thread, as a spider, slowly weaving my way, consolidating my web.
My thread is my connection to my élan vital. To what is home now. It keeps me linked to my sparkle. That is why I hold on, toil my way through. Anneal the base.
My thoughts shout. Build a wider faction, extensions!
Outreach calls are of paramount importance yet, I have been shying away from that assignment.

We tend to build protective walls around us, which need to be broken down at some point.
Some build fortresses throughout their lives, staking up watchmen to mark their borders that stretch out further and further away from their former territories and lose themselves in it. Opportunities for light and life shrinking away from their grasp as the ebbing of a tide, leaving its emblem to be stamped on by the carefree, merry vacationer.
Others stay jammed between the doors of desperation, forlorn in an ocean of slavery to some addiction or another, plaguing them constantly with thoughts and acting upon them in a half-slumber, as if it is their destiny, as if they had no choice in the matter.
They live in a no-man’s land. In the crepuscule. Passengers erring between countries restlessly, looking for comfort and finding none.
Solace, evading their days and nights. Their soul giving them no rest. Until they are bestowed with the gift of sagacity and composure.
The skills for living in the right sense. Fully, truly, joyfully and peacefully.
Those miracles can happen. It is only up to us to create the vessel to receive them.
All there is to do is hope to be awarded with the volition to shape, mold it, as a sturdy thick, impermeable, hermetically sealed receptacle that will enable us to treasure those gifts never letting them out of our sight,
Whatever the cost.

Liana of my dreams 1995 ( English poem with its original text )

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This was written in a moment of weight and age desperation
while still being quite young hence, the comical streak in it.

They say… It’s all a mindset 🙂

Liana of my dreams
———————–

Roll, roll
Round, round
Inflated
Ready to burst

Age, a fixed number
Never to budge
Ready to climb
Never decrease

Slender, svelte
Pretty, belle
Liana of my dreams
Ready to merit

The story of my life
Completely un-edited
Everyone laughs
By finding themselves here

Liane à rêver
—————-

Roule, roule
Ronde, ronde
Gonflé
Prêt à éclater

L’âge, numéro fixé
A ne jamais bouger
Prêt à grimper
Pas à diminuer

Mince, svelte
Jolie, belle
Liane à rêver
Prête à le mérité

L’histoire de ma vie
Complètement inédit
Tout le monde en rit
En se retrouvant ici

HELP! MY PHOTOS ARE DISAPEARING FROM MY OLDER POSTS!

I was scrolling down my posts and to my horror, I saw quite a lot of photos have disappeared
from the older posts ( from the older media system )

After I have spent grueling days of sometimes, 15 hours work, I don’t have the energy to put another load
of hours to insert them again.

Does anyone have a secret wand to solve this problem?