Před spaním - Josef Capek

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Before I know it

I do not understand why
Why I would be put through so much grief
I don't understand why I am feeling this way
I know that I've put this all on myself
a sense of hopelessness has began to settle in
I don't know what is to become of me
It's becoming harder to breathe
Should I end it all and leave this world prematurely?
I don't think I could carry through with that idea
My mind tells me to carry on
but my soul is tired, the light is dimming
My heart beats fast, fear sets in
If I go I hope I go quickly
I'm yearning to see you again
Walk with you in all of your greatness
I yearn for your hug, it will rejuvenate my mind, body, and soul
Oh how much I want to go
and leave this Hell on Earth
but I think I should stay here and complete my task
For I will be with you before the day turns black
And I'll be glad that I chose to stay
because there is so much that I want to say

Moonlit landscape - Adriaen Brouwer

Old Age Despair

OLD AGE DESPAIR

What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.

We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!

Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.

                                                                              Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003

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#5 . IF YOU WANT TO TAKE THE ISLAND, BURN THE BOATS!

"Boats" mean the excuses. If you've provided yourself a goal, a dream, then burn every friggin boats! Destroy every possible excuse which blocks your way. Commit entirely to the goal, but again, be prepared for the worst.

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One of the things I’ve learned is that you can never get away with anything untrue, ever. The chicken always comes home to roost. You can never get away with a falsehood. And, you can never get away with weak thinking, any more than you can get away with improper action.

If you tell the truth, then you have reality on your side. And therefore, I’m very careful with what I say, and I’m very careful with I write.

Anna Margit, Királynőm Gizi, - Anna Margit

Art

One main philosophy of art is often not enough for a person to judge it. Most people fall into two categories of a perspective. For example, a person can have a mixture of instrumentalism and imitationalism. As a result, they judge art based on whether it can probe into the audiences’ thoughts but also based on how each element resembles the actual stuff.

At the same time, people almost always have one perspective that is least important to them. Such a perspective means they don’t pay attention to that aspect when they judge art.

There and back

It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such

We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right

The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way

Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another

The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above

The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time

जो असुरक्षा में जीने के लिए राज़ी है, उसके जीवन में कष्ट समाप्त हो जाते है।

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