" Happiness is knowing how to accept and live with the emptiness inside us screams, without being swallowed up by this and learn to appreciate and experience the beauty of what we events around it.
Who knows what's the use ...
Or maybe it's like a painting: it is there, it's beautiful and enough. The moment we decide that a utility has lost all its meaning. Should simply be enjoyed to the fullest, without wondering what it's for. But
utility of happiness I just can not find it. I believe that a pessimist would call it a curse. It would be obvious ... the happiness shows that it was wrong! And not only is a sad and sweet curse, for the pessimist sees around him, but does not reach basking in her cloud of sadness
You know, you should not pursue happiness - which is something that attempts to continue, among other things ... Happiness is a goal, is to become aware of the trip.
And then I do not chase love, or at least not feel like it. I know now I would, after a long time, someone next to me, and is a strong desire and hope that maybe one day I happen to another love at first sight, but if I were to just fall in love with a guy I've known for years (as has already happened to me in the past) would not be a problem, but ...
really small, seek peace, not happiness. Do not attempt a philosophical sense of happiness, but seeks a balance between practical and what you want, especially those things that you readily admit you want to ...
Aura - as explained
How do you explain the existence of good, evil and good?
How do you explain the seasons, night, day, and the man?
How do you explain that if you fall in love you lose your mind?
How do you explain that what I say is never what I feel?
How do you explain the tragedies, accidents and the hesitation?
How do you explain aliens, spaceships, outer space?
How do you explain the pain that you try to lose you?
How do you explain that there is no cure for this illness?
you explain it with your existing and your 23 years
you explain it with gestures that I will never understand!
The years pass and I will pass,
the things I do not find myself lost, no,
not find myself ever!
lovers go by and you pass,
but there are things that never go as
the need for love , the desire to be good ...
How do you explain the after endless quarrels and hugs?
How do you explain the need to disappear, to withdraw into yourself?
How do you explain what a waste of my time to die inside?
How do you explain that there is no cure for this illness?
You explain it by saying that "it is too early to get serious"
You explain it, leaving me in advance!
The years pass and I will pass
the things I do not find myself lost, no
not ever find again.
lovers go by and you spend
but there are things that never go as
need d ' love, the desire to be good ...
Years pass and you will spend
but there are things that never go as
the need for love ...
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