Hopefish

"A lepényhal először, a reményhal meg utoljára." Untranslatable pun, but it can be explained. Raw translation is "The flatfish first, the hopefish is the last." but if you write the second part as "a remény hal meg utoljára" (and saying the two is actually identical), then it means "hope dies last". So, hopefish.
When I told this to Katrine, she answered with this:


I do believe that life isn't about enjoying the good times and trying to survive teh bad ones. I think life is about making the bad times comfortable. It's about coping with everyday problems, small joys and national catastrophes, and working for stuffs, so then we can lean back satisfied and say "that felt good". Even a quick shower can be real satisfying if we take the teen seconds to say "That felt good". If there's noone around to tell to, then just tell it to ourselves. People are not merits and flaws, good points and mistakes, but the way they live with them. The way they stand up and dust off their knees when they trip over. The way they laugh or cry at good and bad news. The way they live with themselves.

"One's merits make them likeable. One's flaws make them loveable."

Love... Love is a difficult thing. Love means different for everyone. For me, there are four ways of love. First, there is love we feel towards our family, our parents, our friends. ("Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.") Then there's Love, the first deep Love, which comes sudden, sometimes almost unnoticed. Usually (but not always) it remains unfulfilled - but it remains. We always remember the first girl we kissed, the first guy who invited us for that romantic walk in the park. Sometimes we never meet them, sometimes they accompany us for all of our lives.
There's the ZOMG TEH LOVE for every one of us. Some of us meet them, some of us are even loved back. This is the girl we always want to ask out, but the words just slipped out of our minds in her vicinity. This is the guy who makes knees tremble with one wink. Sometimes it's blind, and never returned. Sometimes we wish it remained unreturned.
And in the eye of life's storm, there is love. The love we feeltowards someone we realize we'd like to spend our lives with us. The woman we like to talk to before we go sleep at night. The man we'd like to have near us to be there when we need someone to hold onto. The one we want to grow old with. We know they are not perfect, but we want to be there to live with their flaws, help solve their problems, and share in their joy when they succeed in life.
There are certain rare people who find all the three love in one person. They are very rare, but they exist. I'm not among them. Still, I know who I want to live for, who I want to die for. I know, who I want to be near to so she'll have someone she can rely on.

Katrine, you're the calm island in the storm of my life.