Ay day for all, and today is a day when everything is relative.
search of self, inner happiness, personal fulfillment, the achievement of the objectives and goals, the fulfillment of dreams, everything is relative ..
futile thing, essentially, the magnitudes and whirlpools desire to own, stripped of austere spirit come, are all contradictions, all the same, look? Why.
The realization of life does not go through all the moods, nor the most unbelievable natural calamities, or mental, or emotional or mundane. The art of living is that each one chooses.
can always choose, provided to and choice, and even when it comes to die as the climax of a life, but not more than a part of it.
And who cares if for some or other sense does not make sense?
I do not care if the true essence of life is living on the edge?
What else will give, I say, if other life is meaningless? In the vast cosmic
lie the answers to all our searches?
A case not to live anyway?
I do not want to take any pragmatic sense to my life, that so does not want to continue looking for answers and I have insurance, I do not even care about my personal life ...
unit I am interested in building links beyond what I expect, I care about the smiles that come together around me, as much as the tears shed in my wake for mistakes, and successes that I are as for what I am and have not been.
live ... die ... and I'm still energy.
search of self, inner happiness, personal fulfillment, the achievement of the objectives and goals, the fulfillment of dreams, everything is relative ..
futile thing, essentially, the magnitudes and whirlpools desire to own, stripped of austere spirit come, are all contradictions, all the same, look? Why.
The realization of life does not go through all the moods, nor the most unbelievable natural calamities, or mental, or emotional or mundane. The art of living is that each one chooses.
can always choose, provided to and choice, and even when it comes to die as the climax of a life, but not more than a part of it.
And who cares if for some or other sense does not make sense?
I do not care if the true essence of life is living on the edge?
What else will give, I say, if other life is meaningless? In the vast cosmic
lie the answers to all our searches?
A case not to live anyway?
I do not want to take any pragmatic sense to my life, that so does not want to continue looking for answers and I have insurance, I do not even care about my personal life ...
unit I am interested in building links beyond what I expect, I care about the smiles that come together around me, as much as the tears shed in my wake for mistakes, and successes that I are as for what I am and have not been.
live ... die ... and I'm still energy.
