You are beautiful.
It doesn't matter that you do not know who I am.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful exactly as you are,
at this moment,
no matter how angry, how confused or lonely you may feel,
you are beautiful.
We live in a society with fears,
enjoy your peace of mind.
You are beautiful.
Find your place in this crazy world.
Speak out, and while many may not want to listen
or may even try to silence you,
do not let them.
Do not remain silent.
Tell what it is like to be you.
We need your voice.
You are beautiful.
If people say things to you or about you that are cruel and hurtful, do not believe them.
Their words are not a reflection of you, they are a reflection of them.
No matter how much they may want you to believe that you had something to do with their unhappiness, you did not.
You are beautiful.
To see growing inequities see the power in the hands of men, the man gets to laugh at honor and shame in being honest, justice is blind and, as such, may stumble. Also, it is certain that not proven is not less true than proven fact. But the proof of the facts in court is like the earth: one side is illuminated by the sun the day, and a dark side, the night. Can not see the day and night at the same time .... But I have something in my favor ...I'm crazy!!!
I'm crazy because I live in a world that is not worth my sanity.
I'm crazy because I can accept me as I am.
I'm crazy because I do not care what others think!
I'm crazy because I fell in love with myself!
I'm crazy because I want my happiness and that happiness depends on me, not the other.
I'm crazy because I stopped blaming others and myself for my success or my failure!
I'm crazy because I believe that everything is always learning ...
I'm crazy because for me a dream is a real possibility ...
I'm crazy because I run after my dreams.
I'm crazy because I love myself above all!
Just crazy, but happy!
I will not give up my health
I will not give up my self-esteem
I will not give up my dreams
I will never give up
Suffering is temporary
giving up is forever ................
Why do I desire
Why do I desire
What I do not need ?
Why does my soul, like fire,
Or a hot abstract greed,
Seek all that is higher ?
Why, if not because
It is a soul ?
Who can know the cause
When it lies in its whole
Hidden in laws ?
Yet this matters not.
What matters is pining
And that stress of thought
That comes of diving
What to wish that may not be got.
Fernando Pessoa
People is the best thing that you can find in the world, i always believed that, and so when travelling, that´s what i look for. People to meet, their lives that i can imagine, the adventures to share. That´s my main goal, People and their environ instead of museums, cathedrals, ex-libris, or so...
The life of a person is made of simple paths to where some people converge and later diverge. Some are companions for a long journey, others stay for a short time, but what really matters is the way you walk your path together with its falls and stand ups or the grey or colourful times. Everything is important to your path to be true. As it was said before: There is no way to happyness. Happyness is the way. And that is really why i feel a happy person.
In the Land of Dreams ...
Where no one takes you wrong,
Where there is no dust between the lines ...
Where you can be happy...
As far as I go ... and stay!
Where there is no room for tears,
Just living of a smile ...
so true!
Where the moon never goes out ...
Where fear knows no limits,
Give the world to be, look, feel ...
What hurts is not having ..
In Dreamland, where anything can happen ...
Where I can adore you!
Breathing the night air ...
feeling you so close!
One deep gasp,
recognizing your hand ...
your touch ...
Remembering a magical box,
Find the force that is exhausted ...
Wipe away the tear that escapes,
it does not dry!
To be whatever I want,
all you want,
In a world that is invisible to all,
Unlike here where this hide and pretend is imperative!
It takes so much ...
But I ...
Being happy is not having a sky without storms, roads without accidents, work without fatigue, relationships without disappointments.
Being happy is to recognize that life is worth living, despite all the challenges, misunderstandings and crisis periods.
Do not be afraid to be who you are,
If you do that,you feel a pleasant warmth in the chest, a delicious joy, that makes your life more beautiful and put more seduction into your smile.
This beauty of the soul that reflects the true feelings, attracting, winning, seduces.
It's called charisma!
I am a rare man. I am a unique specimen! The others, confuse me with the rest,because only the inside is difrente from them.
They can not know what I really am.
Inside, I am something unusual. I am a being disproportionately human and deeply insane.
I am a dreamer,that extract from life,just what is most sublime. The reality of others, makes me look ridiculous ... as I count the months, I feel the time passing... wear a watch and you see the pointers. Yes, the pointers move but also the sun moves, so are my fingers move. Also time moves. Note: where am I? Here! Where was I? You're still here. Where am I? Look, you're still here. Here, here, here. Now, now, now. You know the tip to live? Unconditional Love.
Not all the promises I make I carry out
I try a smile that is so forced.
And takes care of showing with mastery all my sadness
I disguise and turn my face
Nobody knows,only I can feel the taste
I try to disguise my sadness
And this outfit is perfect ....
No desire to leave but...
Has come that time
That nobody ever expected
Asta la!
Death is a natural part of life, surely we all have to face one day.
For me, there are two ways to address the issue while we are alive. We can choose to ignore,or look ahead to the prospect of our own death and, thinking clearly on it, try to minimize the suffering it brings.
However, in neither case can actually win it. As a Buddhist, I see death as a normal process, accept a reality that will occur at the end of my earthly existence. I see no sense in worrying about it, since it can not escape. I tend to think of death as a change of clothes - an outfit that has aged and no longer provides - rather than as an absolute end.
However, death is unpredictable, we do not know how or when it will take place. So, it is only wise to take precautions before it occurs. Of course, most of us would like die smoothly, but it is also clear that we can not hope to die peacefully if our lives here are filled with violence, and our minds were often agitated by emotions such as anger, attachment, or fear. So if we want to die well, we must learn to live well: if we expect to die in peace, we must cultivate peace in our mind and way of life.
By His Holiness the Dalai Lama
Dear someone
If this was a standard letter I could say that I am looking forward to have you near me, that every day I miss you, but I can`not say, because I dont know you. But you shall come, and when you come,I will meet you and later maybe I can send you these letters full of wishes and desires. Of the good times that we still do not have.
I can only thank...the adventures we didn`t have,I can only remember them when we live them, the discussions that we have not had, I can only feel sad for them when we have them.
So see if you arrive quickly, because we have so much to do!
And so was my letter to someone who did not arrive, but when she came, to get to me,she arrived so slowly... as if she thought such a thing was intended, so no worries there.
Today my letter to you is totally different, the longing that I wanted to show,the moments that I wanted to thank, for they I already can tell you one thing: Thanks! the adventures I wanted to remember, I have some photos even! As for the discussions, these were indispensable! It seemed that only did well and were not discussions... (as these are always seen by the negative aspect). I was sad for them, as expected, but they wore not wanted as well,and it was like a drop of water.
But now , I can demonstrate my longing, my emotions, because a portion is passed. This letter,...
Nostalgia, for this unknown person!
Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book,
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams
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