A Bittersweet Life

February 1885 - Carl August Sandberg; I think my name sounds very Swedish for Americans. Before people meet me, they can say that I am a Swedish. I am proud of the Swedish parents but I would like to be more American. Everyone calls me Charlie or Charles. This sounds good, let people guess. I first learned to speak Swedish and English, but I can easily say "ch" in the right way, I am only 7 years old. Many Swedish boys of this age, even adult men can not do the right thing, but I am one of the few people.

Yesterday was one of the bitter days in my life. I have to hold our daughter, granddaughter, big family, old friends, dear friends. Then I returned to the sun, the birds sang, preparations for weddings, celebrations, and everywhere beauty. We concluded the evening and the friend was burning under the starry sky. He played a role in almost all the trees of this hotel. Even before we moved here, he planted flowering crabs a few years ago. We actually came from trees one after the other from his garden tree (now 30 feet high). He helped me plant the maple forest where my husband would open soon.

My life is full of twists, turns, and unexpected routes. I will accept my dreams and journeys and accept the bitter reality of life thinking about how things will develop. The reality of life is that things are rarely executed as planned. There will be a recession in the way to success. This is the gift of life and is part of a way of living teaching precious lessons. I already know that there is no failure in my life. What others call mistakes is what I call life intervention. This is how life bless us. This is the sacred perfection of the turning direction of life; please take us to another direction. The way we take is not very suitable, so we can shift by life intervention. Lessons that you may need to learn can upgrade to the next level of growth, awareness and responsibility. Probably near the road that we headed towards a bad community, "the other side of the road".

There is bitterness in life, bringing vitality and vitality to our era. It is this bitter bitterness that teaches sympathy and wisdom. After our old body collapses our soul is released and turns into a body more suitable for our growing needs. These souls exist in purgatory life that neither lives nor dies. They can only live again as they just occupy space in the Earth 's magnetic field and their mummies slowly hit the dust. Christians call it a paradise after death and believe there is no need to return to the body. Others who believe in reincarnation believe that it will reach a point when the soul no longer needs to return to the body. My belief is that I always need to return to my body. There is always a need to create heaven on earth.