words

I need to write something outstanding. Something that can convince the commetee to chose me rather then the others. How do I do this? I act my self and do my best, or so they tell me I ougth too do, as I've always done.

That was yesterdays dilemma. Today I strife with the ash cloud from Iceland, which has left most airports in Norway grounded. I need to be in Oslo by 10 am, which means I'm buttfucked! Yes, a little frustrated here. Besides Bergen airport is rather small, and I can't imagine missing that interview. That's right, the reason for leaving Bergen, 'cept from the obvious wishes, I have an interview for a possition I'd rather much like to occupy. I think this is fate, somehow interveening, trying to test my will or some other aspect of my persona. Or maybe it's just saying: where you think you're going? You're stuck in bergen me lady, so suck it up...

Why today of all days?

Why, well I guess that's why. Anyow it is desturbing to know that a volcano has erupted at Iceland. I wonder what the extent of damage to the infrastructure is there. Hope they can rebuild, or better yet it hasn't tuched the people in any way. Hey I can hope. Very well, I'm left to wonder and wait. The two things I do best, apparently...

Legend has it...

These are the words of a ledgend:

I live to find
I seek to be reprieved
Emotions rule my ground
No rest is bestowed
Until they are withered

Life is said to be a mistery, nonetheless, we know the answer of our existance to be love. This is what our quest, all that amount from, the quest to find the one that can love us in return. To appreciate and treasure our own flaws, and accept our misdeeds.
The answer is given, but why and what the question of our lives worth, remains outside the grasp of any man.

When the average worrier cannot be lit a light to the road of life. It does not help, that even a great sorcerer, legend has it, had to tremble at this quest of which I here try too shed some light. EVEN Merlin the great companion of King Arthur, gave his life for a woman's worth, when the stars light bright in the evening sky.

Life is but life, the road belong to the fates. The quest to our wield of the sword. And the answer is our reword if we can walk the road our fate has subscribed, on our behalf.