To write is to have a third eye on the world. You watch the world spin day after day, and in your mind, you write social commentary to give it a place in your life. Quite often, though, after reading your perceptions a few weeks later, you realise that what you witnessed has completely lost its meaning.
Like this, I have seen the best and the worst of what mankind had to offer the past six months.
There are people in today’s society who have the purest and most thoughtful minds you can wish for. They add serenity and integrity to your life, and they always bring out the best in you.
On the other hand, there are toxic people who have never learned what altruism and dignity is, and who lack insight into what makes people – including themselves – tick. They go on the attack without working out a game plan first and have a habit of calling you “oversensitive” or “you are just misinterpreting me” when you try to verbally counter their attack. Continue reading Hell is other people
Ireland speaks no language I cannot hear with my heart.
Sings no songs I cannot feel by their touch on my lips.
Holds no love I cannot embrace with my thoughts.
Ireland listens quietly,
©Willeke Van Eeckhoutte, 2013, 2016
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The word “hero” is often misused, declaring actors, singers or other people as the one we have all been waiting for. We attribute them talent, Zeus-like gifts or other “meaningful” characteristics we do not know if they are real once that person closes the front door behind him/her.
Real heroes are at work every day: firemen, doctors, and nurses in over-crowded hospitals; just an ordinary person, saving a child from being run over by a car on the street… When I think of firemen, the first image that pops up in my mind is 9/11. The sacrifices they made, running up staircases 70 stories high, with large tools strapped to their backs and the guts to save people, knowing they might not make it out alive themselves.
Continue reading 9/11 Heroes