Wednesday, February 22, 2012


Are friends essential? Is it vital to have a friend? Are they essential to have to be happy? Real friends usually can be counted on the fingers of one hand. What if one had none? Does it ever really happen? We sometimes aren't even aware that we do have friends we can count on. People are desperate when they feel like they have no friend. People seem happy when they find out they have real friends. What is a friend? Are they there only to bring you joy? Are you there only to bring them joy? What do you expect from them? What would you be willing to do for them? Friends are precious, keep them close, never let them down. 

Irma-My Friend...Who feels just like that? :) 

Irma-Every Smile

I simply love this song... :) 

Monday, February 06, 2012


No, the title of this post has absolutely NOTHING to do with the previous post. This being said...
Have you ever called someone crazy? Or have you ever been the one to be called crazy? What does it feel like? What about people who have some kind of mental disorder? The relationship that they have with this word must be totally different than the one so called "normal" people have. Wow, that was a long sentence. Hope I didn't lose you on the way haha. So, I was saying... When in people's minds(or at least some people you know, be it in your family or among your friends) seeing a psychiatrist is only meant for crazy people, then it feels special when you go see one. Now, what does "crazy" mean exactly? Freud says people call some crazy because they are different. He changed the meaning of "crazy", and those who were then called "crazy", he called them "sick", so not different from the others. He said that it is all a matter of intensity and quantity. We are all "crazy" after all. For some of us, it is a bit more obvious, that's all. Now that doesn't say exactly what "crazy" means. When you're kidding and laughing with a friend, you say "you're crazy!", but it doesn't mean the same as someone who sees his brother going insane, is it? Now, that is the problem, actually. Yes, the thing is that someone who has a mental disorder will take it differently if you call them crazy, than someone who has no such trouble. But the weird thing is that after some time, these same people will feel totally comfortable with this idea of craziness. When they are the ones to call themselves crazy. Crazy, isn't it?

Crazy Love?

I'm currently reading a book. Wait, let me say it again : I'M READING A BOOK! Haha this is crazy, I know! ^^
Well, this book is called Crazy Love(by Francis Chan). When I first started to read it, I really wasn't impressed and I didn't like it. I actually didn't want to read it at all. Let me explain  :

My youth group decided to read this book(or our leader told us into doing it, I'll never really know^^) when I wasn't there. So, as everybody seemed to agree, I had no choice but to read it too. We read a chapter per week and at the end of the week, we talk about what we've read. The first chapter isn't the best, really. The author makes some good points, but it really isn't the best thing I've ever read like what they seemed to say it was.
Anyway. What is actually interesting is the discussion that comes after each reading. It helps understand and remember and realize what the author meant, and what God wants us to understand and remember and realize through it.
The last chapter I read(the third one)is entitled just like the book itself : Crazy Love. After reading that chapter and talking with my youth group, I entered a new dimension in my relationship with God. I had this desire for some time to do more than just believe in God. I wanted to love God and have really that relationship of love between him and me, and me and him. I knew with my mind that God loves me, but I found it hard to love him really. I only believed, to be honest. To me, in the Bible, the main thing is Love. True Love. That's basically what it's all about. God's Love for humans and this desire he has for it to be reciprocal. That's the challenge :
"Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength." (Deuteronomy 6:5)

The greatest commandment, the first one, the most important. (and maybe the most difficult?) Once we realize his love for us, it becomes easier to love him. I find it easier to love him now. It even inspired me a love song!  In love? Crazy? Crazy Love? 

If you want to read the book, ask your youth group leader or/and find information, videos and buy it here :

Saturday, February 04, 2012


I'm a huger...Which is kind of strange, when you think about it. Are you also one of these kids who dream their lives because they can't live their dreams? What does it have to do with the title of this post?
What does it feel like to have no real friend around? I mean, when either your friends are far away, or you feel like you don't really have any after all. That must drive crazy. It's easy to tell people there's always going to be someone there to listen, exchange, give support, and all that a friend does. Oh, I know it. I know it with my mind. I have to know it with my heart. Have experienced it already, but the thing is, I don't have a good memory. I tend to forget a lot. Human beings can't be trusted, can they? I mean, there will always be something to go wrong with them. Relationships will never be perfect between them. They will never understand each other perfectly. I will never be able to tell absolutely everything to someone else than God. At least, He is a true friend I can count on.

Thursday, February 02, 2012

A real woman?

I wonder what it feels like not to be able to have a child. I mean, to be sterile. For a woman. I've always heard that the hardest pain was to lose your child. What if I couldn't even have one? I think it would be a greater pain.  
The self-esteem of a sterile woman must be very low at some point. When she just found out that, though she is a woman, she can't bear life. That she can't have the pride to say that she shares with the others this amazing ability. What goes on, then, in her mind, in her heart, in her body? I don't know how I would react. I imagined that I would be depressed. Then I thought : what about adopting a child then? I don't like this idea. If I adopt a child because I can't have one of my own, I only adopt this child for me, to feel good, not because I want to make a child happy, not because I want to give love to someone who didn't have the chance to receive it before. It wouldn't be fair. And it's not the same anyway. 
I love children. I hope and want to have more than one. But even if I imagine how many I will have, boys or girls, their names and all, I don't know if I will actually have even one. It would be a miracle...

Nothing to say?

When they have a blog, people usually tell about their lives, their experiences and all that kind of stuff. I don't know if my (private?) life is worth being told all over the internet. I've had blogs, but I cowardly abandoned them and left them there, because I didn't feel like I had anything to say anymore. So why did I start this one? I don't really know, to be honest...But I feel like I'm gonna have many things to say, after all. I don't know exactly what it will be all about, or do I? I'm sure you wonder about the title...But I won't tell you why I called it that. You will find out by yourself. ;) Is it my blog? Or is it yours? It's ours! Inspiration is coming, I'll let you know more than I think and you will think more than you know.

Oh yeah, people sign with their names, right? You don't need to know my name, but I will sign.