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so what!,?,?,! nothing is easy, no more...
what i believe in the morning can't understand in the evening,,, what is it??? i am going to.... and again , once more i try,,, i promise to myself that i will change, and i have done this 1000 times and another 1000 times i did nothing,,, i keep going round and round in circles , and yet i cannot keep track of my way,,, am i flying???!! still at the end i shout out ,,, sooooooo whaaat
,,, but as always no-one can hear me, or nobody wants to listen to me,,, and i think again is this even worse???? so what?!
it's so quiet outside...
You wake up in the morning and still like yesterday you only hear tired voices! why does it have to be like this , couldn`t it be better ?
To know nothing of what happened before your were born is to remain ever a child"~ Cicero
...because children wait to be lead by someone else, and do not have the capacity to lead themselves.
Well, I do not want to be lead, I do not want to lead anyone, but I do WANT to lead MY life.
and that is why I love history.
u care about what people are gonna think about u?oh come oooon,when did they ever tried to understand u? so,where's the problem?
Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha NS-6
u care about what people are gonna think about u?oh come oooon,when did they ever tried to understand u? so,where's the problem?
It has been a week since last week, and I seem to have lost the inspiration I got from traveling too much (maybe!). Listening to Life and Love songs, and looking out the window of Mr. Warden's bus was all I needed to dive into my contemplative mood. It is Fall that ignites all my childlike, mediocre-phobic thoughts; and it seemed that she was everywhere in Gettysburg and Washington DC. Looking at my friend's picture last night reminded me of the thoughts I had while I was walking down the place where brothers fought each other in the name of principles. And I remembered, that when I looked at the thousands graves of the unknown soldiers, I came to the conclusion that our society is way too much selfish. It's no surprise of course, because we are proud of it, it's everywhere, it's manifest. "All Shame Left Behind" would be a perfect motto for this prostitute world. Of course, we preach goodness, compassion, understanding, and all the other nice things that have been preached for generations and generations, but they have lost their essence during the journey. And even though we have made tremendous developments in some aspects, they are still not enough, in my eyes, to justify the attitude we have adopted toward the good, the bad and the ugly. No one cares anymore, and the definition of carpe diem metamorphosed, sucking the life out of life itself. I fear for where we are going, especially after reading Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World". It seems like the prophecy is getting closer to reality day after day, and that is frightening. Living in denial, getting high everyday on drugs, or alcohol, or consumerism, or the thirst for money and losing souls in the process define this coward world.
The problems are still there, though. No matter how hard we close our eyes and wish that responsibility will not be needed after the opening, the need will still be there, waiting for us to wake up. And some of us fortunately wake up, but unfortunate events are often what prompt these awakenings. Let's just hope that life will slap us as soon as possible, because it would be a shame to miss some opportunities that will not come around twice.
And I keep on philosophizing through thin air, holding desperately on the blueness of the sky, and wasting my time, because I am human...and also a product of post-modern times. No matter how hard I hope or try, I still remain a hypocrite because it floats in my genes like in the genes of the rest.
It is inherent.
It is destiny.
you can't make someone love you! all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realise your worth (script on a notebook cover)
Sometimes I can't understand people, people in whom I've invested a lot of time and energy. Lately I've been confronted with some weird reactions. I try to understand by approaching the person but I can't succeed. I keep analysing the situations, I keep asking myself what I could have done differently but...I've no answers to that or I just don't want to believe my conclusions are true. It would cause me a lot of trouble, I would have to realise that he is suffering because of me...I'm no ready for that.
Citim:nuk eshte e vertet, when it comes to expresssing ourselves, one finds soo many more ways in english language. imagine reading shakespeare in albanian? i'm very proud to be albanian, and i know my kids will speak albanian and write it, but when you start thinking in english is so much harder to express yourself better in albanain. for the first time that i wrote in albanian since 11th grade was the first day i became e member in here. i had the most weird feeling, because i have a northern dialect and when writing i wrote ne gjuhen letrare, but i had this uneasy feeling of been fake or not tru to my northern dialct from shkodra. so my point is that in english maybe our reall characters shine, and i'm fine with that. but if we are in albania we live and die with the character that society gives us, from what family you come from? from what city? from what village? from what what what?? the point is in albania a person is never judged individually they all have to do backround checks allway up to your grandfathers, wich in that case i'm proud of to have some great people in my family, but still it's individuality that doesn't exist in that society, but i do miss albania, has been a long time.but also there's no one that defend albania more passionately against serbs and greeks on youtube then i do. and i do it with pride and joy. tung.
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it's kinda strange that we often find it easier to express ourselves in a foreign language...it seems words gain power and the way they transmit it, is just stronger...maybe,it's just another way to hide ourselves...
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