Skip to main content

Nr. 48

Last night I found an old video on my phone that someone had sent me on the day before Christmas. It was a short clip of The Snowman, probably my favorite Christmas cartoon of all time (I also have a soft spot for Donald’s Snow Fight!). They had filmed the TV directly and it was from the moment they fly and the song ‘Walking in the Air” begins. 

The reason this is my favorite is that I always used to watch it with my mother and sister during Christmas. My sister often cried as the story is quite sad. We all loved the song. When I was older (at the ripe age of 24 I think) I made my mom a framed cross stitching embroidery of the boy and the snowman. It wasn’t the best gift, but it made her happy. A little over a year later her cancer got worse and we were told she only had a matter of weeks left. I visited her at the hospital a few times and we talked about everything including The Snowman. I wish I had the courage to visit every day, but it was hard for me to see her, which really isn’t a good excuse. 


Discovering the video made me reminisce and probably had my heart grow three sizes. It’s a long time ago I got this message/video and I can’t remember if I truly expressed how much it meant to me. Knowing me I probably didn’t. It’s funny how the small things in life can have the biggest impacts. I realized as I was watching the clip that I didn’t care about riches or travels or anything that I used to be so passionate about. Instead I yearned for filling my life with the moments that make my inner world smile again, and a desire to grant these small joys to other people as well. Both close ones and strangers alike. I don’t deserve happiness, but I will gladly start fighting for it.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Nr. 65

Back at it again. Not sure what I have to say. The last week I’ve been having disparaging thoughts on just giving up. I don’t know what that even means. I have no wish to do anything harmful or tragic, but I don’t seem to want to continue either. This will be a part of recovery, I know. But I felt I’ve been here before and even if I get some glimmer of a good future I don’t really believe it will happen to me. All my life I’ve had some form of goal or direction, and even though I know not having any  doesn’t necessarily translate to bad, I just don’t see myself in a positive light. I’m tired of trying, pushing, fighting, being patient. I’ve got all the counter arguments against this...but I just don’t feel them anymore. 
Post a Comment
Read more

Nr. 42

Although the media is dominated by politics these days every so often I do read about either shootings, terror attacks in the Middle East or Asia, and natural disasters causing mass deaths. When these things happen in the western world social media is flooded with thoughts and prayers, profile photos with a flagged face and so forth. I don’t really mind that, and I could write another post about why we do this and why those reasons are benign even if riddled with ulterior motives. What I want to address though is the people who are upset as to why we are not showing the same outrage and empathy when it happens in third world countries. And there is a point to that, however, it doesn’t mean everyone doesn’t care whether people die or not. It’s natural that the impact of people closer to you have significantly stronger emotional pull than those further away. You might say it’s different if it’s family or friends but fellow citizens are still strangers equally to those farther away. And...
Post a Comment
Read more