Derrière la brume, dansait la lune

A travers ses cris, elle brisait des nuits

........

Le vent qu’elle fume, un parfum d’amertume

Il sonnait à peine minuit quand la brume s’est enfuit

Pris par un temps sauvage; de feu, de rage

Rangez-vous madame, des pluies de flammes

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J’y reste—c’est ma cage, hélas, qu’elle croyait sage
C’est fini. En noyade, ses larmes; en cendres, son âme

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If your life was a tunnel...

... what would you expect to see at the end of it?

Ever wondered about it? 

Probably, you will tell yourself it's important to make the journey till the end to know what lies beyond, but the fact is that life offers us choices every now and then. The choices even though may seem transitory, have effects that are enduring. These choices will determine which tunnel we walk through. If we know what to choose, I presume we should also be knowing, to some degree at least, where the choice will take us to... what the tunnel will lead us to.

Suit ton choix

Sur le seuil de tout ce qu'on prevoit, se rencontrent l'espoir et la foi

Sur la marche de ce que la vie nous envoie, se défient le devoir et l'effroi

Le parcours ne réponds pas toujours à chaque pourquoi, 

Sauf l'ordre qu'il t'ordonne: soit

Va au bout de l’échelle de celle la plus haute

Tu fais tes choix, non ceux des autres

Seul tu seras sous ta conviction

Ne fais pas de loi; fais l’exception

Ne t’arrête pas, avale chaque défaite

L’épée finit parfois par piquer son maître

Il n’y a aucune haine, sauf l’amour et la peur

L’homme qui réussit n’a pas bu ses larmes, mais sa sueur

Va risquer cette vie s’il le faut

Mais bats-toi toujours! Pour ce que tu vaut

Tu ne sauras, tant que tu l’aurais fait

Que ça ne s’arrête pas, ça ne s’arrête jamais

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Translation:

We imagine our lives the way we want it to be; that is the point where hope meets his brother, faith.

But as we move on, life throws on us what we prepared not for; then is it a true test-- duty against fear.

The road you travel will not give all the answers you seek.

It will simply order you: Be.

Go climb to the peak of the highest ladder.

You make your choices, not those of another.

Even if you be lone under your beliefs,

Don’t give in to the common, make up the exception.

Failures shouldn’t make you stop, ever.

Even the sword sometimes hurts his master.

For the sword knows life is guided by only of the two: love and fear.

He who could master it drank his sweat, not his tears.

If need be, go risk this life.

But for what you are worth, keep up the fight.

You wouldn’t know until you shall have done it.

That life is a battle that doesn’t stop, never does it.

One sign of yours can help a nation get back home

Read the article, won't take much of your time:

http://www.mopays.com/chagos-petition-help-the-chagossians-to-return-home-your-signature-is-needed/

Sign here:  

https://wwws.whitehouse.gov/petitions/!/petition/us-government-must-redress-wrongs-against-chagossians/gPRF7hmz?utm_source=wh.gov&utm_medium=shorturl&utm_campaign=shorturl

The Chagossians are a small nation, some living in the Seychelles, some in Mauritius and others scattered wherever in the world where there presence barely matters. We all value our homeland. The reason am asking you to sign it is because numbers matter for the White House. The Chagossians are few in number. They live in destitute conditions. Chances they get access to the internet and can use it are minimal. But you can. It will barely take two minutes of your time. It does not get you into trouble simply by signing a petition. An account is required if you don't have one. Just your name and email address, that's it.

It's a sad fact that injustices are committed to minorities the most and when they ask for help-- or merely, for attention-- size matters more than the gravity of their troubles. 

Please do sign it. Remember that there is time only till the 4th of April. Today, they need your help. Tomorrow, you might be the one needing it.

Thank you.

Describe friendship...

To me...

Friendship is the most comfortable feeling on Earth. Knowing that there is someone to whom you can talk about anything and everything, without pre-formed apprehension of how the message will be received and how the judgements will be made, truly gives me an unparalleled sense of belonging. The way I talk with my friends pretty much determines the kind of friendship that we share. With some, I mutter a few words and they instantly can get a grasp on every thought in my mind. Mutual understanding seems to flow on a perfect path, sometimes so perfect that I feel I am living a novel where everything that occurred had been ingeniously set out for me by the Lord and I had to do nothing except reap them. There are others to whom I speak and write my thoughts like if they came to replace the personal diary I never kept. These are people I feel free to trust. I do trust all my friends, and where it is difficult to, I at least make an effort to trust them but I cannot deny that there are some special ones who stand out for the foundation of trust is what supports our relationship, contrary to others, whose friendship is the foundation on which trust stands. There are yet a few whom I deeply appreciate for one exceptional reason that is heavy enough to stand on its own: for granting me their complete focus, for paying attention to every little thing that I say, for creating that comfy and welcoming atmosphere that makes you want to hold time tight that it be unable to move. For a few seconds, I feel like I were the most important being to them on Earth, a feeling which can be really therapeutic no matter the depth of sadness I've drowned myself in. Everybody is important for himself, fact. But concentrating on someone, in its truest sense, cannot be done unless with the sacrifice of oneself-- of one's own thoughts, opinions, and the urge to voice them out. This attention, undeserved perhaps, stealthily breaks all the barriers of fear and resistance, securely nurtures trust and also maintains it. There is one category of friends inside my circle who perhaps I value most, in my own little court of justice with the magistrates advocating fairness for loyalty. They are the ones who stand by my side no matter how rough the tides might be, sometimes even when I am illusorily standing on a shark I imagine to be an oasis in the sea. I wonder if I esteem them more than I pity them for being my friends then. But for sure, if they stayed there with me when I stood alone on that little oasis of mine, they will forever stay in my heart.

Of course, my frame is not all cherry pink. I fight with my friends, regularly, as substitute for the digestive pill I need to take for the meals I cannot digest. The satisfaction though that remains after a fight lies in knowing that even when I am the most annoying, pestilent, spiteful, insensitive, boringly grouchy and intolerable individual on Earth, I am not alone! 

I mean, I still have some people to bear my heavy load-- what did you think?

True friends are not chosen, they are just made. They just happen, like part of a natural process we are least prepared to predict and always ready to ignore. Because even though there is a human tendency to get attracted to the people we most want to resemble, this attraction perishes if it is not regularly fed with care and attention from both sides. If you haven't had your lifetime friends yet, then perhaps you need to continue believing and show patience, or perhaps they came but you lacked vigilance.

I have observed that all human beings, no matter how stunning their personalities can be, deep down share a common fear, though the degree of this fear varies: the fear of being lonely in an over-crowded world. Good friends will teach you to overcome this fear. They will bear the worst of you, they will bring out the best in you, and in appreciating the person that you are instead of the image which you want to project of yourself, they will teach you to value your intrinsic self. Theoretically, that could imply stuck self-development. But practically speaking, it is in truly accepting yourself that you can aim to become better. It is in knowing your faults that you can subside, if not completely eliminate them. And friends help you, to become better.

If you are one of my friends and, on reading the few characteristics I have mentioned above there is a smile on your face, then know that I am glad to have you and that I will jealously keep you until the day I bye this world. :)

What is it to you?


To you as a person who has lived on Earth, met people, and experienced firsthand. 

There are many definitions around the web. Try to give an answer as subjective as possible, based on your own personal experience. You are sure it will be something no one could replicate. Be as explicit as you can, and as genuine as you can.

The best reply will be posted here, with due credit given to the writer.

Good luck!

Until someone else finds better:

"I never wrote here, in fear what I say may not be accepted by the author. But I am now, because I managed to overcome the fear, well, suddenly?

First of all, friendship is a state of mind, which is exhibited by both the friends. A state of mind in which you hold affection for each other. You may not express it or may not be able to express it, but there is a "telepathic" (?) communication which enables each other to know themselves. Perhaps I am not clear enough. This is the first requirement of friendship and this, cannot be developed consciously. It "just happens".

Secondly, friends will always care for each other. This will manifest itself in several sub-qualities: 1)They will always desire the best for each other. 2) They will understand each other and provide mutual support (could be emotional only) 3) They will trust each other and 4) They will have empathy for each other, or the ability to put oneself in other's shoes

Will friends fight? Yes, they will. But this fight will not mean that they will stop the "telepathy", for it cannot be stopped in a true friendship... Nor can a true friend ever desire bad for the other."

~B