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perfectly done. never done. there is always a little something that is never perfect. if perfection was achieved that would be the end. why live if there is perfects. people trive to find perfection. once we reach it what do we do?
lucky me. all i have to do is write. luck is not something people can rely on its a mistake to wait for it. it is true that luck plays a role in everything, but how much can we expect it. all it is is chance. all we can do is do our best and them hope for the best to happen
the science of myths, the knowledge of morals. myths were created to teach people what is wrong and what is right. people based morals in stories . stories that not only taught people but also explained the world. mythology is like the knowledge that tries to explain and teach us all.
the obvious is what we believe that everyone know. we assume that. but how can we know. people are different so they can never know what another knows. people that state the obvious are called"Captain obvious." also things may seem obvious but something might be hidden. the new question is how much of the obviuos can you actually see?
paperclips are like bonds. it holds the things that are similar together. it may hold things that are different. paperclips are like freedom. unlike the staple you can easily remove it. it's....
i was rejected by her. and now i am afraid to be rejected again
i distance myself from the people
i lost confidence in life
i lost myself somewhere along the way
all i am left is a shadow of me, a ghost of me
i wander meaninglessly around the world with no aim with no reason
optimism is my fiend and my enemy. it makes me see what i want to see, but how true is what i see? how much of it is my perseption. how much of it is me. optismism is my firend because when i fall it tells me"Get up" i drives me crazy. it depends on the moment. Optimist always exist, it depends on if we want to see it and follow its advice. for some optimism is the naiveness, for others it's a dream.
the typewriter stood on the table. old, forgotten, alone. the computer replaced it. the new version of Word made it old. people forgot the passion of hearing the tact, the sound of letters being put on paper. all we do now is stare in the screen and write. like a machine
the large snake that suffacetes you and devours you whole. it never kills you if you handle it. it's like love. it kills you, but when you know how to act you win. your victory makes you happy. you never control it you just make ot less wild
i made a mistake. actually i have made many mistakes. i felt guilt. i felt wrong. however, in the ned, it does not matter how i felt but what i did to make the wrong a right. i never did. my worst mistake and i never fixed it. my worst wrong is never forgiving her
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