October 2011
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“In a mad world only the mad are sane.”
– Akira Kurosawa
March 2011
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“Enjoy the sunset while the Earth burns.”
September 2010
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Even with my eyes shut, I can see nothing, but true beauty.
a1: Oh I like that song.
a2: Yeah, who doesn't?
a3: Hmm... some people might not?
“To be in your shoes, I dare to dream.
In my own, I’ll make my steps.”
– R. A. Rumantir
theblogthatdoubtbuilt asked: Hey! Just thought I'd let you know that I've answered the question you left me in my ask box... just in case you weren't aware of it yet. :)
But now it's your turn! What do YOU love about life?
But now it's your turn! What do YOU love about life?
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Us two, against the whole world.
Love is an act of rebellion.
Our society has quietly dehumanized us;
we are nothing, but a working function:
A teacher, a doctor, a soccer player, a writer, a student, a cook, a builder, an artist..
Just another brick in the wall; simply another part of the “system”, another part of the “big machine”.
Love is our only way out.
Through affection, we are ourselves...
Girl: Why is the world against us? :(
Boy: The world isn't against us. It is us that's going against the world. :)
"Forgetting"
You know how when you get old, you start to forget things easily?
Hmm… Maybe death is a whole new journey.
When you are approaching it, you learn to forget all those illusive and misleading “facts” and “information” that you have discovered here.
By letting go the materialistic rubbish, you get a brand new, fresh start. As yourself, in your pure, primary form.
So...
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Father and son
Son: Dad, what are drugs?
Father: Oh son, drugs are bad. It's something that people use, to make themselves feel better. Drugs are addictive, once they start using them, they won't be able to stop. And they are destructive; they ruin your life and often they make you lose family and friends!
Son: Hmm... Is money a drug then?
Money, you one dirty realist drug.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
“When I was 5 years old, my mum always told me that happiness was the key to...”
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It does. It brings me to a warm, still summer evening.
The twilight air was sweet and welcoming.
We started talking, laughing and drinking.
We missed the days.
“Time really flies.They will never come back.” we agreed.
Then there, came the smile with tears.
Sound Asleep
I want to shout and wake up everybody.
I want to tell them would you? Maybe?
But I can’t. Hopeless.
How can I possibly wake up the others, when I am still dreaming. Powerless.
“ Life, what is it but a dream?”
– Lewis Carroll
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Wings and Feathers
We were all born with a pair of wings.
But they were clipped by education, religion, languages, false leaders, teachers, role models, science, technology and so called knowledge.
Oh my dearest capitalism and material realism. You let us fly, but we are forbidden to rise.
I swear, one day I will burn it all down. Just watch me.
The other night...
I was one of them, a slave. We were running away from the soldiers. We stole from them. I ran into a pyramid and hurried up the stairs. I was a bit scared because no one was there with me. The inner space was cramming and uncomfortably suffocating, I had trouble to breathe. But I also felt safe. I got pretty high up and arrived to this quiet level. Then, I stopped and looked out this window. I sat...
