I am the greatest fool of all

I was pretty dedicated. I was stuck to the cause. I kept on think everything would work out fine. I jumped, I slipped, I fell. It was really nothing I coughed a little blood.

I let the engine running. I let it go all night. Then I got struck by lightning and everything went dark. I was on water, I skated on thin ice. I was only seven and I got knifed. My heart was excausted and I saw the sky explode.

The building was on fire. I was left inside. I could feel the pain but then there was nothing.

I heard your voice in the distance. I tried to fix the sound but my hands went numb. It was unbearable and I never saw the ban. Those pills went straight to my head. I never said goodbye. I just slowly went away. Maybe I am a fool, but I am the greatest fool of all.

The art of being nice

Things will definitely change over time and it is stupid to think that what is now is going to be the same in five years. I look at life as different chapters in a book. A chapter in my life has just ended and a new one is begining. If I would try to keep a chapter open in the future, that just might get written the way I want it to get written now, I am just beeing dishonest to myself. You cant step down in the same brook twice.

Somebody said "Life is too short to learn German" and I concur. Life is too short. But I think life can be twice as fullfilling if you share it with somebody you love. And I want a fullfilling life. Just like everybody else.

So to keep living my fullfilling life I am reading a book called "The art of beeing nice" (Konsten att vara snäll av Stefan Einhorn). Funny enough my mother gave me the book at the very moment I was begining to doubt if there ever is a meaning of being nice. I was begining to think that nice people never get what they want and that they just get used. But this is not true according to the book. A nice person is more likely to succeed because people want to work with them and they are kept as a kind of top-of-mind when it comes to people you want to keep contact with. So is it much harder being nice? I think so. It takes a lot more intelligence and strength because a nice person has to be careful of not getting used by others and at the same time be good at taking ethical decisions. An ethical decisions is based on knowledge of what is concidered right and wrong, being true to what you want, feeling empathy towards others and finally what the result will be of the decision.

The picture is of Karl and his wife at their swedish wedding. He invited me after not talking to each other for 15 years! We had no hard feelings it just became that way after we finished high school in Paris. Karl moved to the Phillipines (where he met his lovely wife) and I went back to Sweden. But still he remembered me after all those years and I was very happy to get the invitation to their wedding.

Chaos on the inside

This is what I look like on the inside. I am still doing the aftermath and trying to figure how the pieces used to fit.

This is the right thing to do.

Although it hurts like hell.
Goodbye my strawberry friend. You are the best.

Stapelfestivalen

Some more pictures from Stapelbäddsparken

Place for skating

Came across this really cool place in Malmö. Some skaters loved the place. This is near the Stapelfestivalen.

My very first picture

This was the picture that made me realise what I wanted to do. I took it just by chance when I had an assignment in class in college. We got a whole roll of film and we could take any pictures we wanted. I waited to the very last day and just before going to class I took ten pictures of things in my apartment. I suddenly got the urge to take a picture of my microphone and picture it in a sort of Elvis stile. This is how it ended up.

Later I used the picture for a poster when the band I was singing in had a concert that we called the American Dream. The picture was made for it. Since that day I realised that any picture is worth keeping because someday it will make sense.

The saddest summer sky.

Took the train home from Göteborg.
It ment the end of a nice weekend.

Fitter. Happier. More productive.

Comfortable.
Not drinking too much.
Regular excercise at the gym.
Two days a week.

This is what you get after 29 years.
I've given it all I can - maybe it is not enough.

For a minute there I lost myself.

See what we do to us

The clouds are gone and the sky is blue.
It is beautiful and so are you.
See what we do to us, see how we blow this candle out.
Mother earth needs our help in this time of desperation.
In the future we might only be able to look at animals behind a glas window.

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