Dec 29 2012

The Visuals Tells The Story

Awake In a Silver Land

Awake In a Silver Land

Between The Teardrops by parablev

Between The Teardrops

Discovery so clear

Discovery So Clear

Cage by parablev


Just One Wish Away

Just One Wish Away

The neverending dreamer

The Neverending Dreamer

Nov 30 2012

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Aug 16 2012

I Want To Believe

Home is where the heart is, they say.

So where is my heart? Where is yours?

I have a clear memory when I was about nine years old. Me and my brother were inside his room in our family house out in the country. We were listening to music while building LEGO, and we could do just that for hours to come. Wordly problems were of no interest to me at the time. I corrected my glasses, picked up the toys and let my imagination totally dominate my mind. And even those moments when we or even just by myself, were playing video games in our “gaming room” is ultimately sacred to me in some way. I remember thinking of what I was to become when I became an adult. Always pondering if I could be one of those imaginable soldiers in the videogames or just and adventurer in the jungle. I even wanted to be an astronaut once before mathematics turned out to be one of my weak sides. Eventually I wanted to become an successful actor. In some ways, I’ve already achieved that goal.. In any case, I wanted to look back and not regretting anything and being proud of my choices.

Nowadays, I still do just that. Maybe in a different way than before, but still..

I still ponder the future. I still experience the childhood solace I once had nowadays when spending time with my family. I still look up to my parents and their (in my perspective) successful life, wondering if I ever am going to be in that position. I still let my imagination run amok while life passes by in front of my eyes. And it’s O.K.

Me and my family was immortal back then. And in some ways I reckon we still are.


Another memory stuck in my mind is one that I had in my brothers old apartment. We both sat there, one summer evening in the capital. The window was open and philosophy was filling the room. We talked a bit of the future, mentioned girls and how weird they can make you feel and think. In the end, I remember him saying: “I think we’re bound to something big”…

To this day, I’d like to I think we all are. As long as you still believe.

Jun 22 2012


I try my best. I push myself to the limit. My limit. At least that’s what I like to tell myself.

Sometimes I just… lose it. The feeling. The concentration. Life as a whole. I lose it. As I just lost it.

I clear it for a second. But almost instantly my mind fills up again with all sorts of stuff. Stuff that doesn’t really matter. Stuff that is of the yesterday, and stuff that resides in the future. Unable to concentrate on the task at hand. Have I always been like this? Will this be the cause of my ultimate fate? Fate as it is, shows me a path that I’ve been quite unaware of. A path that will take me to my dreams. The path won’t be easy and it won’t give me a easy time. I will not find peace here.. But on the other hand, my dreams never really gave me that impression. Peace comes afterwards I tell myself. The prize of immortality.

My limit must be broken, my old habits destroyed and the concentration of now must be amplified and achieved. I know I can do it. I also know that I really can mess it all up. But I will prevail myself. Otherwise it will all be for nothing.


“Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon. That’s always been the difference between us…” 
Walter Kovacs

May 22 2012

Limit Break – Murph

CrossFit, as it is called, has become a major popular thing to do in modern day sports. It’s said to be derived from military US Navy Seals training and alike. In any case, it can be summed up to and be explained as constantly varied, high intensity, functional movements. Each training program lasting for about 20-40 minutes tops. It’s a damn thrill if you do it for real with another partner. You’ll be breaking your own made-up physical and psychological limits in no-time.

Enough said.

I got a short story to tell. This is about a man who was known as Leuitenant Michael P. Murphy, usually nicknamed ‘Murph’.

He was a Navy SEAL Officer who served in the War in Afghanistan. He was sent on several different missions within the country against terrorists and Taliban leaders. During 2005, he and his SEAL team (consisting of four people, total) participated in what was called Operation Red Wings. During this operation, his team was assigned for surveillance and reconnaissance tasks in the mountains in the Kunar Province. There, a taliban group known as the “Mountain Tigers”, let by Ahmad Shah had taken residence to conduct illegal activities and plan terrorism. It was said that Osama Bin Laden also held a refuge there from time to time.

The mission was, in the end, a complete failure.

 Upon their arrival, a local goatherder stumbled upon their hideout. Knowing the risks, they debated wether to actually kill him should he alert the taliban of their presence. They voted within the group and the majority voted to let him go, taking the risk. A risk that had fatal consequences. Within the next hour, Murphy and his team were completely surrounded by over 150 insurgents. A fierce battle broke out. In the firefight at hand, Murphy himself risked his life to make radio contact with his superiors to call for an evacuation. He was hit by bullets several times during the process and died shortly thereafter. A CH-47 Chinook appeared in the midst of the fighting, carrying 16 US soldiers bound for the rescue mission. But in a matter of seconds, an RPG (rocket propelled granade) was fired from the taliban side, hitting the the helicopter – whereas it crashlanded and killed everybody inside.

Three of the four team members were killed, and the only survivor, Corpsman (Medic) Marcus Luttrell, was left unconscious with a number of fractures and other serious wounds. He would soon regain consciousness and evade the pursuing enemy for a whole of three days in the mountains, with the help of local Pashtun villagers, who would eventually send an emissary to the nearest U.S. base to secure his safe release, and ultimately save his life. Marcus later wrote the bestselling book known as Lone Survivor, which takes the story above into account in much more detail.


In any case, the man known as Murphy was awarded, in his absence, the highest ranked medal in the US – The Medal of Honor – for his services in Afghanistan. Later on, the military has named about 2 or 3 places after him. But one of the biggest things between soldiers that he is remembered for down in Afghanistan to this day, is the Murph Challenge.

The “Murph” is a sort of a CrossFit session you can do. It’s a prestige to have done it at least once, and if you do it in less than 45 minutes, you gain a patch that says “MURPH”. It is said that Murphy did this sort of training once a week while he was in service. That’s way of the chart of being sane if you ask me.

The Murph Challenge consists of:
1 mile (1,6 km) run, followed by 100 pull-ups, 200 push-ups and 300 squats and ends with another 1 mile run.
Do all this with your protective gear (10,5 kg) on you.  Since it all comes down to doing it as fast as you can, while a guy next to you got the clock on your ass, it sure gets to you. For me, it was one of the most f***ed up things i’ve done, physically, in a short time. Worth noting is that I have a brother that did it in 29 minutes, which is “sick-ass” if you ask anyone around. I did it in 40 minutes and 31 seconds.
I would never intentionally brag about something. I hope no one thinks about it that way either. I’ll congratulate myself and i’m proud that I even managed it.
In the end, I think it’s a hell of a good way to honour and remember a man who has passed away.
May the force be with him, and all who dare to complete this challenge.