advance was expressed that this entry is more act as a shadow, melancholy, paired with poetry at its best ... or something.
come sooner or later the day when one deals with the most serious issue of human life: the end, death. Some people push him in front of him until he gets on and ultimately to himself. I do not know if this is the
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is regulated way. With ignorance is often stops away suffering. Just the sufferer wants to die. Ignorant of the death is desirable. Each must decide for himself which way he chooses - in every respect. today I could not sleep at night, looked out the window and saw: I do not fear death (more). It but is a very strange feeling when you talk about his future - marriage, house, children - and yet know that you will witness perhaps not even the best time for a year: Christmas. In the head it is for so many years, we have learned to live with it, implicitly, for fear of idleness. No one knows your secret. You live with it. One lives and lives, and eventually you die with it. You ignore it, but it dominates your being secret because it's all so pointless. There is talk of a future that does not exist. Man makes plans, which will never rise. You dream dreams that will never come true. Vanitas - everything flows (Heraclitus). All life, everything breathes
that and also all that thinks, is ephemeral. And if this is all that holds the world, then should the end come. I have no more dreams and no plans. I do not promise more, but I no longer attend to create. Last night in bed I lost the fear. The effort is always to be a good person and as such is just so lonely, unused so that there is a straight drives in the arms of the slavering melancholy. I'm not unhappy ground up, no. For me there is just no winning ticket in the lucky drum. It will just continue with business as usual until the end is given. Help out, an absolute No-Go. The come on by itself.
I'm just wondering if anyone would shed a tear. Not because I was someone, but someone special. And if I had only been to one, then I have lived.
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| Live the way that you are all ready to die. Mary Ward, (1585 - 1645) For yet a little while, and will be the one to come, and he not be late. Bible, Hebrews 10:37 death is nothing but the order a contact page in the book of life. In the eyes of others it is death, but for those who die, it is life. Hazrat Inayat Khan (1882 - 1927) Dying is the last what you can start. back into itself, to be beside himself From Belgium dying. Peter Rudl (b. 1966)  |
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