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The leopard stared back at him. “the white palace...” continued the rhinoceros. "takes up one-quarter of the entire zoo’s real estate. for only eight animals? the same eight animals that claim to be running things. does that seem fair to you?”
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avvengono frequentemente, come un bisogno naturale.
una volta, due volte, tre, quattro e così via; giorno dopo giorno ne sei assalito, come avvoltoi ti vengono scagliati contro dal tuo stesso cervello.
e dire che si possono fare tante cose, ma tra tutto il buono compiuto l'attenzione cade sull'errore che, per quanto misero possa essere, vince su tutto.
pecchiamo di hybris, ovvero tracontanza e invidia, come zeus dinanzi all'uomo; ci sentiamo potenti come un soldato armato che combatte contro un bambino in fasce.
dopotutto rinfacciare lo sbaglio è più facile e gratificante che elogiare gli aiuti.
circondato dai tuoi torti, i quali ti sono resi noti più di tutto il resto, dimentichi la benevolenza che hai donato o perlomeno provato a donare, che fatica vivere.
eppure stai lì, fermo, aspettando che qualcosa cambi, sperando che qualcosa cambi anche se sai che, da immobili, niente può varirare; così ti alzi, cerchi di aggiustare le cose ma è troppo tardi, nessuno conosce la tua parte buona, e te sei troppo rotto per fargli cambiare idea.
stanco fai i tuoi ultimi passi verso quel posto, quel tuo posto.
carta, penna, cielo, luna.
evadere dalla propria mente, dare finalmente un addio al tutto.
vento, pace, suolo, luna.
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वो जब आये ज़िन्दगी में,,तो बस वो ही याद रहे,बाकी हम खुद को भी भूल गए,
हर वक़्त उन्हें रखा ख्यालों में अपने और खुद अपना ख्याल रखना भूल गए,
उन्हें संभाला उनके सपनों की हिफाज़त की बाकी खुद को संवारना ही भूल गए,
और आज इस क़दर दर्द दे गए वो , की हम ज़िन्दगी को जीना भी भूल गए, --prashni agrahari
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// kalopsia // i have forgotten what waking up feels like. blissful few hours of sleep is a long lost luxury. i only twist and turn these days, sprawled like a cat on the bed, but i can't sleep. sometimes it feels like i am trapped in a never-ending nightmare; sometimes it feels like this is my secret me-time, uninterrupted by anyone, in the stillness, calmness of the night. some hours make me feel lonely, sad, and some hours make me creatively productive. i read, i paint. these are my escapes, only during these moments i can focus on anything else than knotting and unknotting the bumps in my mind.
i have told a few about this, my troubled state, the insomnia. they always tell me to practice this, practice that. ‘go and see a shrink.’ 'try therapy, try art as an outlet.’ ‘you brought it upon yourself, now you suffer.’ 'you're overreacting and overthinking, there is no such thing.’ 'it's all in your head. you aren’t even diagnosed.’ and blah blah. but what they never think about is what effect can their words have over someone. these people, who don’t even know half of the turmoil i go through everyday, give their suggestions on my face like they are professionals. they pretend to understand, they make that empathetic face when in reality all they feel is pity for me. .
and i hate it. i hate it when they give suggestions. i hate the pity, the sympathy flowing out of their mouth disguised as concern. all i want for them is to just hear me when i talk, when i let my guard down and pour some of my tangled thoughts out. but no, they want to go on and on about try this, try that. that’s why i have stopped reaching out. they don’t understand a thing about me. they don’t understand how much it hurts, but how much it drives me too. this state i am in; i don’t want to be in it, but at the same time i don’t want to let go. .
i wasn't always like this, and i also know that i am not abnormal now. by 'this', i mean romanticizing the pain, glorifying my mess and worshipping the demons in my head cause those things help me to create. don't they?..... [ continued in the comment...]
... dani-a that night just looked down
ask "why do fireflies glow at night?"
"only, that's because they set it up," i said
that's the last word i heard from her
i'm afraid if she really doesn't come back
this year's winter feels very long..
Mostly people who become atheist
by leaving a religion
they also leave their research.
that is time when a person become free from traditional belifs.
now one can research the one from start.
but they stop searching.
religions become old in days in absence of enlighter.
religions become business.
religions become control
over the world and people.
find a true teacher or
life is like a car in neutral
you will have no control from accidents.
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Ainsi-soit-il 22 - tout autant que j’aimais lire, j’aimais écrire depuis ma plus tendre enfance. prendre le temps de réfléchir et de jouer avec les mots me procuraient un plaisir intense. je retrouvais mes sensations de jeunesse lorsque collégienne, j’écrivais des pages entières à mes camarades leur donnant ma vision sur tel ou tel évènement ou leur inventant des histoires. j’étais une bavarde de la main. .
just as much as i loved to read, i loved to write since my childhood. taking the time to think and play with words gave me intense pleasure. i rediscovered my feelings of youth when schoolgirl, i wrote whole pages to my classmates giving them my vision on such or such event or inventing stories to them. i was a talkative hand.
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