When you think of a hopeless situation with absolutely no good, you may feel depressed. What good is there to go on if there is no chance of making it through? Why bother to move on when you know you will fail? These questions have been rised and with varying success explained throughout history. I’ll make my own stab right now. Like professor Tolkien wrote in his books there is hope, even at times when there is none. Thus, man will go on, try his best even yet he knows that he will fail. This is part of our nature. To suffer until the end. The brave ones are they who fight and die when defeat are at their doorstep. The weak hide, and try to pull through. I would like to think of myself as one of the first category but I will know better. Rather living a life in shame than not being alive? or? Who knows? In situations of desperation, of fear, and extreme times people who may never thought of being a hero will try his or her best to do the things needed. From time to time, we hear of people with ‘super powers’ who moved cars, lifted rocks or did other not very thinkable things to help their peers. The power they get are due to massive releases of various fluids in our brain and blood when we are under extreme pressure. What would you do if a 10ton truck were soon to run down your girlfriend? Would you be paralyzed or would you run like through fire to stop it? At the cost of your own life? Of your and her life?

Okey, let’s leave that trail for tomorrow. I went to Samfundet last night, got drunk, did some ‘Berging, had a few beers and did my first apperance at a saturday debate. That was rather scary. I’ll try to be more prepared the next time. Earlier today we went bikeriding. 41 Km’s. I’ve passed 1000 Km’s of registered time now 🙂