Monthly Archives: November 2008

Like teardrops on withered leaves

Like teardrops on with­ered leaves, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There are times When the world moves on with­out us Where we stand in sus­pended despair On the banks of sor­row Where our lone­li­ness Is like a frozen prison And our des­per­ate cries Fall like teardrops on with­ered leaves Float­ing in the sea of sad­ness

An autumn dream

An autumn dream, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Come and fol­low the mossy path Down by the wil­low trees, past weath­ered stone walls. Walk through the mist that dances in the fad­ing sun. Feel the rustling under your feet, of fallen leaves Care­fully placed as a blan­ket to warm your feet. And as you make

It doesn’t have to be perfect

It doesn’t have to be per­fect, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Per­fec­tion. Many peo­ple strive for it, few accom­plish it in their cho­sen pro­fes­sion and even then they’re often not happy with what they’ve accom­plished. There is a term for some­one con­stantly try­ing to be per­fect: per­fec­tion­ist. I include myself in this group on many

It’s the little things that matter

It’s the lit­tle things that mat­ter, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Every now and then a com­monly used word sud­denly stands out in my mind, often for no appar­ent rea­son; it just kind of begs for atten­tion and lingers in the fore­front until I take a moment to research it fur­ther. So it was with

A different perspective

A dif­fer­ent per­spec­tive, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I often find that peo­ple spend an awful lot of time “fix­ing” things, espe­cially other peo­ple. We tend to lose our ini­tial fas­ci­na­tion with some­one and their lit­tle quirks and ticks become more evi­dent, some­times to the point where we’d con­sider them annoy­ing, unpleas­ant or even ugly.

A time of reflection

A time of reflec­tion, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. I am glad it is autumn again and I hon­estly wouldn’t mind if it lasted a few weeks longer than it usu­ally does. I know that many peo­ple bat­tle with depres­sion this time of the year and they have my deep­est sym­pa­thy. It can be a

The colors of your heart

The col­ors of your heart, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. When the night is the dark­est And no light is to be seen When black­ness grips the world And every­thing has lost its sheen Then the moment has arrived for you to shine Like a sparkling bea­con of hope and ela­tion Set­ting the sky on