was just now reading this: "Man is mortal and immortal by his fears for his desires." A what happened to me to answer with this: "sometimes our fears bring out the best of each and help us survive, we are capable of succumbing to pursue those desires can lead us to sites where they never return ... in order to be contradictions .. .. and thank goodness human ...." Just
at night in talks with other surface in a search for answers at times slow in coming, or simply never make it is difficult to reach them. Why do not we stop being mere mortals who spend our lives fall into our own contradictions, in circles that know not to cut and always end up making us believe that we are not worthy or that we will not achieve even a second of happiness.
resign At other times it seemed as if it were an acquired habit, a harmful habit that so warmly welcomed, as if for the need to rejoice in it. This need fits perverse role of victim in the face of adversity.
Although some time ago that I avoid falling into that kind of behavior danñinas, sometimes I do not deny that I committed the folly of wanting to pass by, in a perverse way conscious, as if it were a junkie. I think it was very hard at the time and I assume that Super has been one of my greatest victories over my life.
is why I am outraged and I toss like a wounded animal every time I see people around me, people I love or appreciation, through difficult situations that do not know how to get out. I would give them the right weapons to defend themselves and enabling tools to rebuild. But of course, this is something that does not always depend only on me, if not whether the other person can assume that change, the struggle to escape to the surface and realize that you breathe up, just not better, but of differently.
's desires and fears are always going to be part of us, because that's what moves us and makes us feel alive or dead. And I feel good and relaxed because I think I am slowly getting closer to that balance through a razor's edge that helps me deal with those damn unbalanced contradictions that we try and torment between the roads that run these desires and fears. But of course .. not lower our guard and the search for new tools to help us improve.
I can only cry of rebellion by near still in search and on the way to a piece of happiness ... a cry that I keep sharing .. because happiness is only real when shared.
resign At other times it seemed as if it were an acquired habit, a harmful habit that so warmly welcomed, as if for the need to rejoice in it. This need fits perverse role of victim in the face of adversity.
Although some time ago that I avoid falling into that kind of behavior danñinas, sometimes I do not deny that I committed the folly of wanting to pass by, in a perverse way conscious, as if it were a junkie. I think it was very hard at the time and I assume that Super has been one of my greatest victories over my life.
is why I am outraged and I toss like a wounded animal every time I see people around me, people I love or appreciation, through difficult situations that do not know how to get out. I would give them the right weapons to defend themselves and enabling tools to rebuild. But of course, this is something that does not always depend only on me, if not whether the other person can assume that change, the struggle to escape to the surface and realize that you breathe up, just not better, but of differently.
's desires and fears are always going to be part of us, because that's what moves us and makes us feel alive or dead. And I feel good and relaxed because I think I am slowly getting closer to that balance through a razor's edge that helps me deal with those damn unbalanced contradictions that we try and torment between the roads that run these desires and fears. But of course .. not lower our guard and the search for new tools to help us improve.
I can only cry of rebellion by near still in search and on the way to a piece of happiness ... a cry that I keep sharing .. because happiness is only real when shared.
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