Do not give up, dear readers, because happiness could be just around the corner. But grasp it. Allow me, if I may give you a "council", which is altruism to guide your choices. Experience unforgettable pages of life, continue to run in the browse pages, but stop and Fight when you meet the right one. And fight, and let justice be and love to feed your strength and convictions. Let that page is to give meaning to your life and fill it. You may be deprived of life itself if someone denies you, you have to take this risk, but give respect to that content contained in your chest.
There is a fact in my life. The want. And in human nature, who want to "want". It "wants" because it requires the desire and the same intrinsic value to it. I do not know whether it is a mental process of deriving the chemical mechanism of this desire-need / desire. It is sometimes argued that to love means plus the absence of the object in question that its very presence. say that often you find someone just as his presence is lacking. E 'then you notice the personality in each performance. E 'then take shape and word, the silence, the unspoken assertions, support and love, conceived of indifference.
The assumption is that Schopenhauer life and the truth can not coexist because if the truth of the individual's life is in his instrument for the conservation of the species, the individual has to live under the illusion, wearing the mask he calls "I", and then the truth comes out of his life.
E 'pernsiero introducing all this' era of disillusionment
The problem then arises from the fact that "I, personally, I took off the mask with you and now I have lost that' I "which relied on the illusion that kept me alive.
Now I'm left with one truth mentioned by Schopenhauer, which is incompatible with life. That truth is that other philosophers' "Unconscious". And it is suffering. E 'tragedy. That tragedy before which the man is guilty according to Christianity, or sick second psychoanalysis.
In practice but there is no philosophical solutions such as salvation (Christianity) or cure (psychoanalysis) but there is only the content of the tragic, by virtue and knowledge, that is, through the courage to live life, despite the difficulties and due to the government itself the second measure (metron Kata ).
C me that keeps me alive is the hope that nothing is final. But time is incompatible with hope. And this is one of the tragedies of life itself. There is no hope, no else is in my soul that kata metron. There is the time to cover his absence. Someone put a glass over my candle. The oxygen is running out and I'm choking. She is not only my world but it is also part of the natural elements that keep us alive on this same world.
"With few exceptions, all the world, men and animals, work with all forces, with every effort, from dawn to dusk just to continue to exist, and not well worth it to continue to exist, also after a while all end. It is a deal that does not cover the costs "
Merry Christmas for those who already know it will be yet another tough day. Happy Native who now must try to survive without even knowing the meaning of the superfluous. Happy Christmas to all and altruism heart buried under mountains of useless gifts and blatant exaggerations.
The faint that we need to break the silence for a living, because the circumstances crowned a sense is a must.
This is the video of a beautiful song. Censorship on tv and radio because of the content and images that condemn the war as a criminal act.
Our life is based on balance that we are not individually responsible, but who even oppose. Feed them in our small, simply because it is impossible to go against. Who is responsible? everyone and anyone. All as part of a world that condemns according to their lifestyle, and because no one in the end we are nothing. all because it is our destiny, and no part of it because we are not to be enough and power.
Yet it is in this video that we identify ourselves and face. In the eyes of all the players gathered in this great sequence of images. life. The same with which I began this reflection. Life. That beast made up of choices schematic choose for us who we are. A play on words. Yet it is. We wake up one day and we see reflected a picture and feel they do not belong to those features.
Choices. Life. Us. That soldier, the victim, the mother, the young man. how desperate, how many more victims? I find the lack of communication, lack of personality, lack of love. I find the lack of hope in all this drama. Even in the animal's sensitivity. Stop. Say enough, stop and take possession of his life for the first time. Do not remember even more as you do and what it means. Fear.
Victims, abuse, injustice, arrogance, anger, rage and war. What led to this bomb to blow himself up? And what that bomber to drop death on civilians? And that soldier to deprive of their limbs and their future that child suffering? What trauma have to endure yet to shape minds?
Jesus is Christmas. I may not have the will to live I would say. Perhaps pitch the ball I promise. Lord let me think for others. Causes the best of my knowledge and my ability may be useful to others before they happen that dark presence now that I heel.
Lord, listen to me. You, a mere illusion or hope of minds too fragile nothing done for nothing, governs events or immediately stop to abuse the innocent. Stop and finish it because I can never ask you if you continue to allow this.
I was about to start writing. They are 23.05. A deafening silence gripped me. There was another earthquake. I could hear well. I was immobile and remained. Has not fallen over the world. I just had my head spinning. The same feeling happened to me a few moments before passing out a few days ago.
Secrets. Always and only secret.
secrets lead to damnation.
my Mother. Mother dear. You, the biological mother. You, Mother Nature. You, the mother of this indefinite and indefinable created. You, dear Mother. Have protected me, you taught me what was the way to not make man a mere animal in their choices and decisions governed solely by instinct.
You Mother, you gave me the opportunity to learn. What have you allowed each of us to make sense of all that we are. You, dear Mother, what sense does it?
Tell Mother Dear, because of all these divisions. Tell Mother Dear, tell me why all these injustices, tell me again, be patient, what is the meaning of all this evil.
Why not explain that a hug can go where the barriers deny freedom and peace of mind to whole peoples? Dear Mother Why are generated misunderstandings made of nothing and ask remedy?
Dear Mother, I trust, however, I want to put it in humans.
Give me the strength to create inspiration, to draw the world and be able to amaze. Why kill all these people Mother Dear? Why give us a reason why it is not sufficient to understand the choices you make illogical?
Yesterday I watched out the window of a car. I have watched so many people all the same, across slopes. lot of people the same, spend, smile, be subject to fees set by all of us, who outsource creating a collective entity, the company, which devours the dreams and the diversity of individuals. watched with sadness the difficulty in opposing. People often are unaware, the only way to think of being happy. Believe this is important. It is not important what is true or not what you believe. The important thing is to never move his eyes from a fixed point in giving greater stability. Who has the courage to look beyond, it is lost. Not that those people are bad. In the same way that I am not. But those people are losing. And what is sad is that you can not explain it. will never believe you, because only watch from a different perspective would to fall, wavering in the contradictions implicit in the drama of life.
are at the mercy of the wind Sirocco.
"The wind was really blowing sirocco has come every day to push us to look behind the face of things abused, in the labyrinths of the dark houses, secrets behind the mirror 'each face, within us .. .
the EMEA informed me that I was accepted into the trainee list. Paid employment for five months in London. had happened a year ago ... I gave up. In silence. I do not want anything that is not you or is away from you
is probably the best time and simultaneously the ugliest I've ever sailed before. When you're flying and you decide to enter into a cloud you know what you're leaving, say goodbye the way we know the world up to the moment before and we rely on the hope of going out and "see" and understand . not always be so, but now I find myself in that cloud. E 'to tell the truth over a period of a drama that do not understand how I can stand and where I find the strength to live with every day for several months. months what I have now become? They have become heavier and are an expression of how the time goes away carrying with it the dreams that you are making. But it is also good because now I can survive in a mad moment of despair, melancholy longing that envelops the entire day and that leads to a really down to earth.
I was forced to enter the cloud and can not see anything but a white wraps. You feel in a tunnel even if you feel the sounds, noises, the variation of the intensity of light all around the world goes on without us. No matter. The world wants to eat when in one gulp. Not There is a man on the ground that the world can not do without. This reality, representation of our needs, for which we have detached from the 'unconscious mature a I puerile that persists and persists even in a search. My Dear
these are nonsense.
Who give it to drink .
In 2008, my dreams have turned away many, many pure interest, many real relationships. in 2008 have left many things, pieces of life that have marked many of my joys and many links that I thought I would send it. in 2008 changed a lot, but time did not you become a better man, but simply a man. And I think it is the man to have a lot to envy the kid ever.
is almost finished in 2008 and continued to persist in and rape me in a cloud of no return, the only hope to share with the rest of my life that I could just tap quell'Heden.
