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It was raining. Keith was standing right under the window and shouted Meryl:
- How don't ya understand! Now I do everything! Anything!
She stood in her room by the window and listened to it all. She wanted to forgive him, but she did not know whether it is right. But our story does not begin with this rainy evening. It started about three months ago, on a warm sunny spring day on the street.
As you understand, it was spring. Meryl sat on the grass beside the road, this little fenced-clearing and a low stone wall. She lay down on it and admired the sunset. Around her lay something. It was a skateboard. She tried to learn to skate on it. But it nothing happened, and she sat down to rest.
Keith just was walking, just like always. He liked to walk around spring evenings.Then he paused for a moment and saw the silhouette of a female near the fence. He walked silently and boldly sat down beside her. He saw around her skate and ask:
At first she was embarrassed.
- No. I'm just le
CarI want to tell you a story from my life.
This happened almost two years ago, but it all started much earlier. From the first class, I was acquainted with a girl. Her name was Tanya. Honey, modest, good and hardworking girl. She was never one to offend. Beautiful baby. She loved all around, all living things: people, birds, animals, nature.And then came that fateful day before the first of September. At high speed she hit by a car while she was walking on the crosswalk with her older sister. They were hit by a car ... Tanya died on the spot, her sister is now disabled. The worst thing that a driver who got out, first began to approach her car and inspect it. Lord. What kind of callous person? Once I learned a long time I suffered and cried. I can not call her my friend, we are not talking much ... how unfair life is. Tanya, we remember you ...
Nature.We've overcomplicated life. We've compromised the natural order of things, and what's more we've gotten complacent. Theres a flow to it all, a set of rules nature follows, that works…it work's without us meddling. Our mind's may be our biggest adversary, it feeds our ego, our ego feed's our thoughts, our thoughts feed our actions, and we act like we're superior to nature, when in actuality we are also, nature. We try and figure things out, we conclude answer's that we accept undoubtedly as truth, and this from the people who once thought with all sincerity that the world was flat––it's true until it isn't, that's how it works; which means that there's a heavy chance all we believe to be true, might not be. Why the need to know all, why the need for superiority and detachment from every other living species (over 8 million species, not the amount of them, just the amount of groups of entities we've managed to track, take in mind the ocean is pretty much a big question
Holocaust Reflection : Reflection on UsVisiting the Holocaust Museum is a difficult subject, especially in Israel. Unlike many museums which are houses of a people's history and triumph, this museum is a walk through a people's history and suffering. The Holocaust stands as a mark of identity for modern-day Jews just as World War II stands as a mark of identity for most Westerners of the past three generations (born 1910-1995).
We are now moving into the third and fourth generations past the Holocaust and WWII, where things such as “Nazi” and “Communist” and people such as Hitler and Stalin have become more of a byword than a warning for future generations. Many people are all too likely to associate government actions with the Nazi party and many people are just as ready to roll their eyes.
When visiting Yad Vashem (the site of the Museum) I entered with a reverent and somber silence, in my mind befitting such a chapter of our human history. I found it odd, then, to find teenagers in there laughing,
Alexander the FakeEver heard of Alexander the Great?
Do you believe he is real, that he existed and did all things we have been told he did? Of course you do. It is in our history books, so it must've really happened.
Alexander the Great ruled in the 300's BC. We know a great deal about him based on written documents giving us historical accounts of his life and deeds. Did you know though, that the only surviving documents of these historical accounts were written 300 or more years after Alexander the Great lived? Yet we trust these documents and the older sources they cite, even though we do not have those older sources available to confirm what is written.
Now what about Jesus? I know many people who do not believe He existed. Yet we have historical documents, both those of the Bible and those unrelated to the Bible that give us accounts of Jesus.
The Biblical documents were written as early as 30 years after the death of Jesus! And non-Bi
Was ist nur los mit mir?
Warum bin ich alleine?
Warum fing ich an den Schmerz zu lieben?
Die Welt da draussen wird schwarz
sie lassen mich nicht rein
was ich auch tue
es nützt nichts!
Ich muss sie ertragen
die Kälte der Einsamkeit
nie fühlte ich mich so verstossen
Noch seh ich den Sinn nicht darin
warum all diese Entäuschungen
all diese falsche Freundlichkeit
was ist los mit dieser Welt?
Bin ich es??
Ich atme tief ein
und schlucke die Qual,
ich möchte blühen wie eine Blume
doch nehmen sie mir das Licht
ich ersticke an meiner Fröhlichkeit!
Was soll ich glücklich sein
wenn es keinen gibt
mit dem ich das Glück teilen kann
ich will es nicht behaltet es!
Wenn ich doch nur
meine Augen schliessen könnte
und mich einfach nur
in Luft auflösen könnte!
Nie mehr diese Trauer ertragen zu müssen
würde ich mir wünschen!
Doch leider bin ich hier
und ertrage nüchtern
Ortogrrafiallo soi huna persona ha la que no le inporta la ortogrrafia. la berdad es que todo esto me da iwal. Pero aunasi escrívo. i eso me da confiánza. Sí llo no hintentara escrivír, no mejoraria nada y no aprrenderia de mis erores. Poreso, yo qué, no temgo ni idéa. Te animo ha tí tan bien a escrivir i intentar mejorar cadadia. Enserio, a mi la ortografia me da igual. Lo que llo quiero es trasmitir lo que llo siento. Que voi a querer sino?
Ay gente qué por mucha vuena letra o ortografía que tenga, se cultivan tanpoco qué luego no saben espresarse. Y es muy triste, la verdad. Yo poco a poco noto que la gente me toma mas enserio, aun que por dentro soy la misma persona. Y sinceramente, me siento mucho mejor.
Se que suena como un discursiyo de estos de profesor, pero es verdad. Lentamente me doy cuenta de mis errores y los corrijo. Casi sin darme cuenta. Y aunque sigo sin atreberme a escribir párrafos muy largos, veo que
Similarly DifferentSimilarities and difference's are both important in their own ways.
If every picture were drawn in the same way; Every song, one instrument, one note; Every story exactly the same as the one before it.
Would you still be able to enjoy the artworks you see? The music you hear? The story's you read?
I love being an artist. Love that there are other people out there who share my interest.
But I also love that none of them are exactly like me. That there are so many people out there with their own style, their own stories to tell, their own sound to make.
Similarities bring us together, difference's keep us there <3
Maybe I'm wrong, but maybe I'm right. Either way, that's just how I think <3
Konturenloser FeindIn deinen Augen kollidiert die Welt
Etwas in dir hat sich verabschiedet
In deinen Gedanken teilen sich Ozeane
In einer Welt ohne Gewissen kommst du zurecht
Und bist der Namenlose unter dem Geschrei
startest ein Aufruhr
aufgebraucht, betrogen und getreten
weigernd klein beizugeben
Und irgendjemand muss dir helfen
dieses Tier in dir zu zähmen
Menschen reden und stehlen
deine Seele und Stolz
unfehlbares bares Kapital
In deinem Herzen stehst du unter Beschuss
während wir unter den Toten schlafen
kämpfst du verbittert um den bitteren letzten Atemzug
und der schwarze Himmel wird brennen.
About what?About what?
Today I rode the subway. I was sitting. At the door stood a young girl. Why she got there? Maybe just was not the place, just maybe did not want to sit and ... who knows? Only she, and maybe she does not know. Why is her head is down? Maybe she's upset, and she was tired, or hurt her ... who knows? Only she said.What was she thinking? Nobody knows, but she. The most amazing thing she did not move for the time of the train. She stood there and did not move, as if she - a statue. Even more surprising was the fact that she was in the hands of a sprig of lilac. White lilacs. Why not? Someone gave her this, she tore it or to give to someone? Who knows? Only she said. All are different and so she is. Who is she? She is ..... me.
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