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LifeWalking down this stray path, no one seemed to follow.
I asked myself, "Can I change?"
The cold wind blew as I struggled for an aswer.
But I already knew what it was.
Never being satisfied, wanting to become more.
Is there a limit to our greed?
Never having time to appreciate the good things.
Pursuing the future, no time to look back!
Hey,to all my friends, the few that have been there.
"What do you think of me?" Is the question to you.
I wanted to know the answers, but the truth was...
I was afraid.
Dash out to the world, holding that charm tightly.
The whole world may be against you, but fight on!
What's stopping you, the world is yours to take on.
Show them all what you can do!
Because at the end of the road, what awaits you is a mystery.
Life is like that, a game of risks, a game of give and take.
What is it that you wouldn't want to risk?
What is it that you want the most?
What is it that you would like to give?
I've been asking myself that for all this while...
I think I know whe
On a lonely night.As I walk down this walkway of shattered hopes the raindrops slowly drowning me.
I think to myself, "Life isn't that bad." Even though it sounds like a lie.
Sometimes everything just doesn't link up but I move on anyways.
Wondering to myself "Is this luck? Or has God decided to play with me?"
Slowly the rain flows down my face as I join in. Basking in sorrow.
And as I look up to the sky. My thoughts getting louder.
"Is life really worth living? Please show me."
This cloudy, violet sky...A perfect time to think,isn't it? Troubled by daily thoughts. I can't escape from them. Could someone just take me away? Into a world far without troubles.
As if that exists. Can anyone bring me there? To that haven I so long of.
As I walk under this violet sky...My mind represented by the clouds in the air.
Thinking about the times spent happy. I'd love those times back.
Why does our life have to be filled with tears and sorrows?
I wish we can go back to the old times.
As the bright s
I love you.There are many ways to show affection for your loved one.Holding hands, hugging, kissing, saying "I love you", protecting, defending, supporting, caring.
There really are many ways to show affection, some show it in a more subtle way, some in a extravagant way. But will our act of affection be received?
Will she know that I love her as much as I say I do? Or are these acts of affection just a daily thing? Have we gotten used to this acts of affection?
Are they as important as they were in the past? But does it matter? She may not receive the full amount of it...but will holding hands help the message?
Does "I love you" have as much meaning as it did? Is hugging just another act of friendliness?
Sometimes we end up hurting the one we were trying to protect. Sometimes our ways of showing affection ends up the wrong way. Sometimes we try too hard.
Sometimes we're too protective. Sometimes we're being unreasonable. Sometimes we defend even if it's the wrong thing to do. Sometimes...a hug c
For ShivvySweet and charming, energetic and kind, fun and caring, loving and beautiful.
Her presense, that of an Angel. Her voice, a guiding light.
In everything she does she would try her best. Never giving up and hardworking.
Virtue above all else, supportive to the end. Understanding and forgiving.
Vivid and outstanding, she is exceptional in every way.
Youthful for eternity, Neither her grace or her charm will ever fade.
RainIs god crying again? The tears fall down on us... like a rain of sadness, that's what it is, right? Sadness...
How beautiful this is... as the thousands of drops of tears fall on my face, drenching me, drowning me.
Should I add to the tears as well? I'm sure no one would notice... As they drip on my face, roll down my cheek...
Down to my chin... and onto the floor. Isn't this wonderful? This natural miracle that we received.
How nostalgic... like the many nights I've spent looking out the window to see the world crying. I'd think about everything...
Wash it all away... that's what I want... I'll wash it all away with my own rain. Would this moment be best spent alone? Or with a "someone"?
How big the world is, isn't it? And yet the rain wets it all... How lonely... Or not? Stand in the rain... You'll understand...
Close your eyes and stand in the rain... But make sure you don't get carried away. Let everything slide off your face, like the tears would.
What next, you ask? A ray of ligh
MirrorsWhat do you see, when you look in the mirror? Yourself, or a reflection of yourself. Embrace the image you see for it's what you want to see.
What do others think of you? When you reflect in their eyes...Would it be what you expect? Or just one of the many reflections of yourself.
Mirrors...It's a tool for self-assurance I'd say. We all spend some time looking at ourselves in the mirror...only because it's the only way we can.
With a mirror we can shape ourselves...all for the benefit of the illusion we want. So why do we do it? We fall prey to this reflection of ourself...
Break this mirror that holds us back, it doesn't matter how the world views you...being yourself is the utmost important...so I say
But I know that that's impossible...even for me, we're fragile...one comment is all it takes, it can make the difference...
The appearance in which we put up for ourself and the world to see...it is something that everyone has...we care too much about it.
Break this mirror that holds us
The Laws of ForgettingIt gets better, I say, when someone has lost someone, because it does. You know, I’ve realized that when you lose someone it’s not always their death that’s making you sad. It’s yourself. You make yourself guilty. You feel that if you don’t cry enough for them, don’t die enough for them, don’t feel sad enough for them, that you are a bad person. You don’t want to let go of your sadness, because you’re afraid if you let go of your sadness you will be letting go of them as well. There’s a point where you have to realize that not being sad about them is the greatest thing you can do for them, because dying for someone is not the best thing you can do. Living for someone is. They’re fine if you forget them slowly, as you are bound to eventually. And I’m not telling you that you should never cry, and that you should be happy the second they’re gone. It doesn’t work like that. I know. You should cry, a
I've never read the book but I've lived the storyThe idea of being an adult,
what I call "the Illusion of Maturity"
was thought to personify moral values.
It seemed to make people ignorant,
stubborn and even a little childish.
Morals did not make the world any better.
Now we believe the illusion of being immature
because we're all afraid of growing up to fast;
I think that we possess knowledge beyond our years and
we're not acting our age so to cope with it.
InflationHow can a part of spacetime
to expand faster
than light can travel?
...unfolding a new universe
out of a small dot of
the big nothingness
like a blossom...
How can something
become so big
in such a small amount of time?
TraditionWhile tradition may be considered important by many, I believe that tradition has lately been put into so much importance, that it becomes more important that morality. Spanish bullfighting is much worse that most other types of animal abuse that could get one in jail. However since it is such a long tradition, it was able to buy a plot of land from the government to put and arena on. Hazing is even worse. It is often clearly physical abuse, but government run universities still support it. What makes us so willing go so far to keep tradition though. What is it about a ceremony that seems to have no real benefit to society, that makes us do anything to keep it.
I think that it is not the actual ceremony that we are disparate to keep. I think that unconsciously, the ritual is representative of our current way of life, and we believe that without it, more important things will change. I can understand this mindset very well. Change often can be scary, and can actually have negative affec
Majestic Buddha of the DhammaThe Buddha waits for all
who seek His teachings.
For it is the Buddha who
brings glad tiding to us
His is the wisdom that shows
us how to live a better life
The Buddha is the messenger
of Nibbana. Nibbana is the
final stop for all existance.
Let us be grateful that we
have the Buddha. For He is
the founder of Buddhism.
The time travelerAnd he thought
"History may be
So let's go
into the ocean
of unknown dimensions..."
Where is he
when he was
Is he there
in the future?
Has this place
or even a past?
Travel across the galaxy,
travel across the time...
Where was he
when he was
And in the end
the time traveler said:
is a dangerous place!"
Beyond personalityLife is not a personality development program. It is a planned attempt to develop our soul. Make peace with your personality. It is not the most important part of you. That is the soul. It is the only thing in you that is not temporary, and the thing you get to take forward, along with your karma. So, don't get carried away by your personality. Or anybody else's, it is not who they really are. When you are able to see through your own personality, you are then able see people for who they are, beyond what they project. When you find the courage to be who you are, you allow others to do the same. When you end the personality game, you free yourself first.
Do you manage to bring your soul, your heart into your personality, and everything you do? Do you do things lovingly? Then it is worthwhile to have whatever personality you have.
People who think they have a great personality, turn the facade into a prison. They just might be flamboyant, bold, or talkative, and some often end up as obn
Nightmare.Hey..I had a nightmare yesterday, wanna hear about it? Hmm...I'll tell you eitherways.
Don't laugh, or cry! It may seem a bit childish, but I don't care.
There was a light...a very faint light, signaling for me to follow, it seemed urgent...
I didn't know where I was, it was pitch black,except for the light...I was scared.
I followed the light, as we moved it seemed to grow brighter, slowly and slowly...I could see
my surroundings! What a weird colour it was, but the setting was of a park, with trees and everything.
I kept on following the light, and soon after...I saw something, I started crying, I didn't want it to happen...
...I saw you......fading away, slowly..out of my grasp.
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