Wasted

Why do they do it? WHY, why why!

24 and dead, leaving a little child and a whole load of heartbroken friends and family. She was such a beautiful child, a lovely young woman, and now she is gone.

My heart is throbbing with pain, I cannot stop crying, and it’s all pointless cos nothing will mend it.

I want arms and hugs, love and kisses, and reassuring words. I have none of those and just have to support those who are even more affected than I am.

Life is a bitch, and sometimes, I just bloody well hate it!

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Meaning -Less?

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In discussion today, it was said that nothing has a meaning until we take the time to give it one.

This got me thinking. How do we give meaning to things / people / places? Is it conciously, sub conciously or unconciously? Does this mean that everything is meaningless until recognised, or that things are instantly given meaning immediately we see them.

Does life have a meaning? If so, what? If we do not give our lives a meaning, then are they pointless wastes of time, or still vehicles for learning, teaching, blossoming and growing.

Sometimes, I need to find more to do! 🙂

Defeated

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There are times when it is best just to admit defeat. Give up, make that decision to stop doing something that takes time, effort, energy and only brings back sleepless nights and worry. Times, when after banging your head against a brick wall for a long time, you finally realise that all it does is HURT!! (and apparently helps you lose weight, but thats not a good enough excuse.)

Sometimes, there is no other solution.

And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods make heaven drowsy with the harmony.’ (Shakespeare).

We ladies sometimes believe that only we are capable of feeling deep, soul touching love, so how heartening to find this novel:

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RANDOM ACTS OF HEROIC LOVE is a fantastic debut novel by a very talented writer. Scheinmann spent six years writing his debut, and as you read, you can certainly see how it could be viewed as a labour of love.

The book follows two stories – one is of Mortiz Daniecki in 1917. As a survivor of the war, he is captured and put into a POW camp. Yet this is not where his story ends, for what keeps Mortiz fighting to get through the war and back home is the young love he has left behind there, Lotte. Before Moritz heads off to be a soldier, they share a kiss together and it is this kiss that spurs Moritz on; the memory of her sustains him and gives him reason to live. Once he escapes from the camp, Moritz then faces an arduous journey walking his way home, to his love and the life he had before.

The second story is set in 1992 and follows Leo Deakin. At the age of 25, Leo wakes up in hospital having survived a crash whilst travelling in South America. Upon waking, Leo discovers that his girlfriend Eleni did not survive the crash, but he cannot remember anything about it. As he struggles to rebuild his memory of what happened, whilst coming to terms with his loss, you follow him on this journey.

Through these two stories, Scheinmann has managed to explore the many issues of bereavement, love, survival, hope and travelling on physical, as well as philosophical journies, in great depth and to great effect.

Even if you have never lost a loved one, or been separated from your love, I am sure that you will be able to appreciate and understand the power of the emotions behind this extraordinary novel. What makes it even more so remarkable is that the journey Moritz makes across Russia was actually undertaken by Scheinmann’s grandfather. Leo’s experience of losing his partner at a young age is also another related to Scheinmann, showing just how much of his soul he has exposed within the pages.