Dutch in Translation

My sister is 8259.17 km from me or I from her. It depends who you ask, doesn't it?  I have been missing her. A lot. Especially when she sent me the photo of her new tattoo: Two stars. One purple, one blue. Our favorite colors. The tattoo represents us, blood sisters. How far I felt! Sometimes, how lonely! And then, I remembered one of her  posts on social media: Obviously, the message of this phrase will depend on what you want it to mean to you. As the teacher in me, I would think of it as this: If you really want ______________ , you will  ______________ ____________ . If you don't, you will find an excuse. Here, the homework begins: What does one really want? What is the point in all we do? Anyway, to make the long story short, I decided to focus on the element that has me struggling at the present: Loneliness. First, one must define it in order to understand it: "Loneliness creates a deep psychological wound, one that distorts our perceptions and s

      Wouldn't it be wonderful to plug oneself into a computer, run a scan, detect errors and fix them? My report would probably say, body overload,   brain overload, heart overload, and contents spilling down the muscles. Back muscles. Beware of severe damage!       Unfortunately, this technology is not available at my home and I couldn't prevent the damage: I have been out of order from PostNL for almost a week. Needless to say how I feel since this is my last month with my dear colleagues.       What the hell happened?! An overload, of course! Now, let's try to find the beauty in this because I do have many happy projects going on... Our bodies are like computers, and if they need to talk to us, they will. In this case, I am being told to sit still, review body, brain and heart activity, re-design plans, and reboot!      Here comes the tricky part. One must stop avoiding. One must confront oneself. I know, and I forget: One cannot have it all. A