понедељак, 2. децембар 2013.

Life goes on, play a good show!


Life goes on, play a good show!


. . . . . Until yesterday, I was afraid that maybe I will not write all about my thesis about research and topics I am working on. I am being afraid that I will stay, in a shadow of my postponing the really important things. Guess what !? Today, I am afraid of much more . . .


It is natural, sometimes we lose ourselves in the crowd, and sometimes we are feeling world so intense, like it is the last time.

So, think about it, that it could be lost , but in front of all, we rather believe in destiny and hope it is really not .

You know what is the difference between you and me ? !

I am not afraid of death, I am afraid not helping the world to become a better place!!!

And that is why I do not sleep every evening anymore, that's why I give my best every moment, and think only about really important things, because I got forget it for a while. . It is too human to say, that I am sorry, I am not even crushed anymore, I raised myself so high , that my life can mean only pure happiness or unconditional strength to you, to her, to them. . . I lived this long enough life to satisfy body needs , and lowest human caprice. 
The rest of it, I will make you soft pillows, gentle scarfs, huge clouds, and a rainbow across the sky! When I see you smiling , like I used to , when I promised that I will catch up the star and bring it down, I will live again, because the star will be in my hand, and I ll see it in her eyes.


Live a life worth living, make some good stuff or make a big family!

Smile every day, smile and think about it, you will find out goodness power inside yourself, but it's not power that help you to conquer the world, it is power of unique species, not only the human kind, its species that lives a parallel life to everyday man, on the higher level of conscience , it is species born to love. . .

I admire them, and I dedicate my life to them, and living in joy to watch as they move the worlds only by the view. . . Those same view in which my soul froze. . . Frozen and kept the moment, the last one moment . . . In which I was. . . . In which I was you, she, they, myself - at the same moment! 


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