Another day pass.
I am at this point of waiting and I could not wait to grasp the door to another phase of life, and yet what meaning is there if I were to run away from any point of my life.
the darkness within
I want to move on in life, but it seems that everything has stop. And I no longer have the strength to move on.
The stage that was ready for performance and yet there is no audience yet. That is more or less what life is...because all of us are so busy playing our own part that we forgot to enjoy other people's performance. Am I too caught up with my own performance as well??
I edited the picture of the seats, as I felt that the arrangement of lives is this...it all look so predictable, so organized and certain yet if we look careful enough, we will see so much uncertainty and unorganized seatings. At least how I felt it is now.
I was reading some of the articles and came upon an APHORISMS by Rein Nomm.
The most know the least, and couldn't care less.
Since no man is richer than one who has fulfilled his every desire, true wealth lies in governing our wants and desires.
Truth is an empty room furnished in the fashion of each succeeding generation.
The theist believes that God exists, the athetist believes that God does not exist, and the agnostic doesn't know; but the apatheist just doesn't care, since the world would be exactly the same either way.
Life is an eternal now shrouded in dreams of tomorrow and memories of yesterday.
A warm heart, an open mind and a ready smile, what more could you want in a friend?
Poetry is the fruit of language, both delicious and nourishing.
Life is a fabric of moments strung together by the delicate thread of time.
To own is to be owned, for we become possessed by our possessions.
Counsel freely given is seldom heeded and soon forgotten.
Some dress well to conceal a shabby soul.
When it comes to people, more is less.
A coarse mind seldom yields polished thoughts.
Words cannot conceal the tale of a tear.
When right becomes wrong, what's left?
Distortion is the norm in a near-sighted society.
People preoccupied with saving time rarely appreciate it's true value.
We exchange our time for objects in hopes of gaining something that will endure.
If the heart is only a muscle, is love just an exercise?
Feed your vices well. For good wine and cigars do no more harm than their inferior kin.
Every vice eventually has its price, and it's usually more than we are willing to pay.
Many good wines go un-tasted for lack of a proper opener.
Money may talk, but does it have anything interesting to say?
Minds that accommodate contradiction are seldom troubled by truth.
A nation that excels in producing waste, will itself waste away.
Advertising is just money talking - very loudly.
We float on the river of time, caught in its increasingly rapid current, desperately grasping for a limb before we are carried into a sea of oblivion.
There are no professionals in the game of life, only rank amateurs.
Judge no one to be truly rich until you know the worth of their character.
A flower is the epitaph of a seedling, and vice versa.
Errant thoughts always find a receptive mind.
A man's epitaph reveals more by what is left unsaid.
Today there is no safer place to hide an object of value than between the covers of a book.
Photographers are the taxidermists of time.
We are all penciled into the book of life and death is the eraser. Some lives, however, prove more indelible than other.
It is the unlucky who depend most upon luck.
Every face tells its story to those willing to read between its lines.
Man is a prisoner of the child.
Like dogs on a walk, we are each on our own leash, some shorter and others longer. Some of us reach the end of the their leash early and pull against it the remainder of their lives. Others remain totally oblivious of even having a leash. Which is better?
Today's sentinels of culture, unable to distinguish friend from foe, sound no alarm as the barbarians storm the gates.
Our life begins its journey as a wide, meandering river only to end as a narrow, dry riverbed.
Promise man eternity and he'll believe almost anything to obtain it.
We are each prisoners of time serving sentences of unknown duration.
The mills of money grind slowly, but they grind so small.
Life begins with a cry of pleasure and ends with a sigh of surrender.
There's a natural symmetry to life. From nothing we came and to nothing we return.
If you should ever despair, just reflect on all the things that you can do that God cannot. You can feel hope, desire, relief, anticipation, longing, regret, guilt, sorrow, remorse, and fear; but God, by definition, can’t. You can learn, grow, improve, make mistakes, forget, cheat, lie, grow old and die; but God can’t.