Equality is the soul of freedom.
In front of God, we are all the same, regardless of the way we look.
We come from different places, but we are all on the same boat.
EQUALITY
Equality is the soul of freedom.
In front of God, we are all the same, regardless of the way we look.
We come from different places, but we are all on the same boat.
Today
The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there. ~Monica Baldwin
Morning.
You hear the alarm clock.Still asleep, you turn it off.And return to the comfy, warm bed.And you dream.At least, that's what you think you're doing.And sunflares come into your room, softly touching your body and face.And you feel happy.And it lasts for long enough to put a smile on your face.
A new day.
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Morning.
You hear the alarm clock.Still asleep, you turn it off.And return to the comfy, warm bed.And you dream.At least, that's what you think you're doing.And sunflares come into your room, softly touching your body and face.And you feel happy.And it lasts for long enough to put a smile on your face.
A new day.
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We are not what you think we are...
Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Take a deep breath.Stop from anything you were doing.Listen.Try to get over the ear splitting noise of the busy town you're living in or the beautiful singing voices of the birds.Listen to you.The real you.Who says when it's time to eat or drink, to sleep or walk.That you knows everything about you.And more.
Though, you'd never listen to yourself.Why?Oh, there would be so many reasons.Some would be, of course, excuses, but our mind easily transforms them into reasons.Unexplicable.Though, take it the other way.Why not?
What would be wrong about not paing attention to what everybody else says and listen to you?Do what you like, not what you're told?And, though you don't really know what to do,you know for sure what you don't want to do.So, leave everything behind.Right now.
Listen to you.And do it carefully.You have the choice.And the right to choose.So, now, what do you hear?
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"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Take a deep breath.Stop from anything you were doing.Listen.Try to get over the ear splitting noise of the busy town you're living in or the beautiful singing voices of the birds.Listen to you.The real you.Who says when it's time to eat or drink, to sleep or walk.That you knows everything about you.And more.
Though, you'd never listen to yourself.Why?Oh, there would be so many reasons.Some would be, of course, excuses, but our mind easily transforms them into reasons.Unexplicable.Though, take it the other way.Why not?
What would be wrong about not paing attention to what everybody else says and listen to you?Do what you like, not what you're told?And, though you don't really know what to do,you know for sure what you don't want to do.So, leave everything behind.Right now.
Listen to you.And do it carefully.You have the choice.And the right to choose.So, now, what do you hear?
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Two words that make my life easier and my heart bigger, that show you are loved and have a purpose in life
I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom. ~Author Unknown
Thank you for listening to me.
Thank you for standing right there, not running away when i'm in the deepest sorrow.
Thank you for the smile you share.And the tears you drive away.
Thank you for listening to me.And telling me everything else.
Thank you for giving me the chance to do better.
Thank you for calling me.
Thank you for arguing with me.Life would be so boring without that.
Thank you for dancing and singing and fooling around.That makes me laugh, because you're not the most talented person on Earth, but you make this for me.Did i say thank you for that?
Thank you for giving me a new song to listen to.Everyday.
Thank you for accepting my moody days.
Thank you for not getting tired of my thoughts.Sometimes they are so philosophical, some time just stupid.But thank you.
Thank you for giving me things to occupy my mind with.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for existing.
Thank you.
Tuesday note: I've just found out that Patrick Swayze passed away."Dirty Dancing" is one of my favourite movies, and i feel like he was too young to die at 57.Hope the cure for his illness will be found in the future.Rest in peace.
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Thank you for listening to me.
Thank you for standing right there, not running away when i'm in the deepest sorrow.
Thank you for the smile you share.And the tears you drive away.
Thank you for listening to me.And telling me everything else.
Thank you for giving me the chance to do better.
Thank you for calling me.
Thank you for arguing with me.Life would be so boring without that.
Thank you for dancing and singing and fooling around.That makes me laugh, because you're not the most talented person on Earth, but you make this for me.Did i say thank you for that?
Thank you for giving me a new song to listen to.Everyday.
Thank you for accepting my moody days.
Thank you for not getting tired of my thoughts.Sometimes they are so philosophical, some time just stupid.But thank you.
Thank you for giving me things to occupy my mind with.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for existing.
Thank you.
Tuesday note: I've just found out that Patrick Swayze passed away."Dirty Dancing" is one of my favourite movies, and i feel like he was too young to die at 57.Hope the cure for his illness will be found in the future.Rest in peace.
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Don't think.Just act.Because friendship is way more important than your ego
Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge. ~Isaac Friedmann
You feel it with your heart.It’s not too late.Everything will be just fine.
Just go there, hug that person and say it.Be honest.As loud as you can.Say you’re sorry.Share your true feelings.Don’t be afraid.Because it’s not the right time for this.But, for once in your life, confront your fears and don’t loose that person.It’s a friend, right?And friends are made so you won’t sepparate from them.True ones.
It’s not as easy as it seems.But you can make it.
Friends are made to be there for you, with you.They will always wait in the shadows, ready to hug you one more time, not so ready to say good-bye.That’s not friendship.Good-byes should not exist in a friendship.They should be a reminder of the worst case scenario, just so you can stick around more often.Forever.
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You feel it with your heart.It’s not too late.Everything will be just fine.
Just go there, hug that person and say it.Be honest.As loud as you can.Say you’re sorry.Share your true feelings.Don’t be afraid.Because it’s not the right time for this.But, for once in your life, confront your fears and don’t loose that person.It’s a friend, right?And friends are made so you won’t sepparate from them.True ones.
It’s not as easy as it seems.But you can make it.
Friends are made to be there for you, with you.They will always wait in the shadows, ready to hug you one more time, not so ready to say good-bye.That’s not friendship.Good-byes should not exist in a friendship.They should be a reminder of the worst case scenario, just so you can stick around more often.Forever.
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Don't act like you don't know me.Find your words and say it!
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith
I remember the excitment of learning a new word.For me, it was like discovering a new word.Playing with the letters like they were little humans, with a soul and a heart.They were speaking to me, saying out loud their place in the word, like humans have a place in the world.I was becoming a friend of those words, some were so beautiful to me that i would repeat them for days.You would hear me talking by myself, saying the same word over and over again.It was like a game where the most beautiful words for me would be the winners.And day after day, i would discover other words.Other winners.A never ending game.
Some would not find anything special in a word.
"It's just a word.We use them to speak.Nothing more than that."
But i find beauty in those words.Beyond their meanings, there is beauty.In my opinion, every word is a flower.Lucky those who have a garden.And, sometimes, a word that has its letters arranged like there was a war, with nothing nice in the way you pronunce it or write it, has a meaning you could never think of.Others are such a pleasure to pronunce, yet their meaning couldn't have been more insipid.
In the end, i still find every word as a different world.And being able to play with them, that makes me feel so good.No, forget that.Good is not enough.I feel likge a little God.There are so many words waiting to be discovered, used and to have their beauty revealed, that time is not enough.Seriously.
I find this the most amazing thing in the world.We would be anything without words.Some things won't need words to be described, but those are few.For everything else, words are more than necessary.Like air for us.
And if Med students have coffee running through their veins, i have letters running through mines.
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I remember the excitment of learning a new word.For me, it was like discovering a new word.Playing with the letters like they were little humans, with a soul and a heart.They were speaking to me, saying out loud their place in the word, like humans have a place in the world.I was becoming a friend of those words, some were so beautiful to me that i would repeat them for days.You would hear me talking by myself, saying the same word over and over again.It was like a game where the most beautiful words for me would be the winners.And day after day, i would discover other words.Other winners.A never ending game.
Some would not find anything special in a word.
"It's just a word.We use them to speak.Nothing more than that."
But i find beauty in those words.Beyond their meanings, there is beauty.In my opinion, every word is a flower.Lucky those who have a garden.And, sometimes, a word that has its letters arranged like there was a war, with nothing nice in the way you pronunce it or write it, has a meaning you could never think of.Others are such a pleasure to pronunce, yet their meaning couldn't have been more insipid.
In the end, i still find every word as a different world.And being able to play with them, that makes me feel so good.No, forget that.Good is not enough.I feel likge a little God.There are so many words waiting to be discovered, used and to have their beauty revealed, that time is not enough.Seriously.
I find this the most amazing thing in the world.We would be anything without words.Some things won't need words to be described, but those are few.For everything else, words are more than necessary.Like air for us.
And if Med students have coffee running through their veins, i have letters running through mines.
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Almost there.Where i can be me.A 16 year-old me.
A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip. ~Author Unknown
There is a first for everything.First September, first step, first word, first smile, first scratch and so on...But then comes the second.And the third.And that thing it's not so special anymore.
I am always afraid of the first.Be it first speech in public or first flight, first love or broken heart.It's a first.And it will forever remain in my memory.As a first something...
Though, some things are first and last on the same time.Like the sun eclipse in '98 or the "You are my best friend" letter.It's much easier to remember this firsts, because there was no second.Yet, some of them remained as firsts because they were not meant to happen.Neither then, neither any other time.Never again.
I believe this is a definition of life.A circle of firsts.The ones that will keep repeating, the ones that won't.All togheter, they represent our life.The one and only life maybe...
We can't control all things in life.These firsts can not be controlled, or there wouldn't be life, right?And a new first is coming closer and closer to me.Friday is not that far away,somwhere a day thrown in time.It's my first 16th birthday.My one and only 16th birthday.A first, and a last.
And it's a first just going through this mixture of feelings.You can tell me "i've been there", but it doesn't help.I must find my own way out.It feels awful, yet amazing.
I am aware that time is passing, i can't stop it.It's time, not a train.I know that i must be thankful for everything i have, appreciate each day and live the moment.But, then, from a black corner of my heart comes that thought.Why can't i have what she has?Why am i feeling lonely?Why don't i have a boyfriend?Why can't i respect deadlines?Why do i have to grow up and make decisions?Why do i have to question myself?Why?...
And then, for a short moment, there's light.There's hope.You're healthy, beautiful and young.Never be like this again.You have your family and friends, teachers and strangers.You have a home, you can eat chocolate and drink coffee.You can do all of this and even more.You are capable.You are you.And that says it all.
When i was a child, i was thought to count.
1
2
3...
It was fun.It was a great feeling.To count everything.
Now, i learned that everything counts.Every year, every day, every moment, every breath...
Nobody taught me that.I had to learn it...
I learned that every first could be a last.
There is a first for everything.First September, first step, first word, first smile, first scratch and so on...But then comes the second.And the third.And that thing it's not so special anymore.
I am always afraid of the first.Be it first speech in public or first flight, first love or broken heart.It's a first.And it will forever remain in my memory.As a first something...
Though, some things are first and last on the same time.Like the sun eclipse in '98 or the "You are my best friend" letter.It's much easier to remember this firsts, because there was no second.Yet, some of them remained as firsts because they were not meant to happen.Neither then, neither any other time.Never again.
I believe this is a definition of life.A circle of firsts.The ones that will keep repeating, the ones that won't.All togheter, they represent our life.The one and only life maybe...
We can't control all things in life.These firsts can not be controlled, or there wouldn't be life, right?And a new first is coming closer and closer to me.Friday is not that far away,somwhere a day thrown in time.It's my first 16th birthday.My one and only 16th birthday.A first, and a last.
And it's a first just going through this mixture of feelings.You can tell me "i've been there", but it doesn't help.I must find my own way out.It feels awful, yet amazing.
I am aware that time is passing, i can't stop it.It's time, not a train.I know that i must be thankful for everything i have, appreciate each day and live the moment.But, then, from a black corner of my heart comes that thought.Why can't i have what she has?Why am i feeling lonely?Why don't i have a boyfriend?Why can't i respect deadlines?Why do i have to grow up and make decisions?Why do i have to question myself?Why?...
And then, for a short moment, there's light.There's hope.You're healthy, beautiful and young.Never be like this again.You have your family and friends, teachers and strangers.You have a home, you can eat chocolate and drink coffee.You can do all of this and even more.You are capable.You are you.And that says it all.
When i was a child, i was thought to count.
1
2
3...
It was fun.It was a great feeling.To count everything.
Now, i learned that everything counts.Every year, every day, every moment, every breath...
Nobody taught me that.I had to learn it...
I learned that every first could be a last.
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