One day you´re seventeen and planning for someday... and then quietly and without you really noticing someday is today..and someday is yesterday... and this is your life. It´s funny how our past frames us. How the person we used to be never lets loose of the person we are. Past failures and disappointments, even victories take hold of us. They haunt us like ghosts, or visit us like old friends.
The rule of life is that everything you´ve been looking for comes to you when you stop looking for it.
Human beings are ambicious. I think we waste our moments. We don´t say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance. We spend so much time wanting, persueing, wishing. For the most part, it´s okay, ambition is good, chasing things with integrity is good. Dreaming. As long as the chase doesn´t demanish what we already have. The goodness we take for granted, the people we take for granted, the lives, we take for granted. If you don´t belive in yourself, if you don´t belive in something, how can you expect others to ?
Olete kunagi tundnud, et inglise keeles on asju lihtsam väljendada, kergem end arusaadavaks teha ning kõik öeldu ei tundu üldse nii reaalne ?
If people walk away from you, let them go. Your destiny is never tied to anyone who leaves you & it doesn´t mean that they are bad people, it just means that their part in your story is over.
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Its all about finding magic in unexpected places.
Vaiksel kiirusel teadmata suunas mööda kiirteed kulgedes tundub maailm lõputuna. Kõik teed on avatud. Helesinine taevavõlv koos silmipimesta...
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Parem jalg.. vasak jalg... parem jalg... vasak jalg... vahel ei teagi, kuhu teel oled, aga muudkui liigud... sest teisiti ju ei saakski. ...
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On laupäev. Aasta number on taaskordselt keeranud uue lehekülje. Lämmatavalt palavasse tuppa pressib avatud aknapraost sisenevat jahedapoo...
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ReplyDelete“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again”
ReplyDeleteJimmy Hendrix
... juhuseid pole olemas nagu pole juhus ka see, et sinuga kohtusin nagu ka see, et sinuga kohtumine süütas minus leegi, mille ma arvasin juba kaotanud olevat. Tundsin rõõmu, lihtsat siirast rõõmu, aitäh sulle :)) Võib olla on see ainult mälestus ja võib olla selleks ka jääb, ent see tunne, see midagi, mis selle mälestuse sinust minus jälle esile kutsub on midagi, mis praegu neid ridu kirjutab.
Mulle meeldivad su mõtted, mulle meeldib neid lugeda, loen kui enda omi läbi sinu südame...