Do you believe they will really stop it..?
"The duty of the youth is to challenge corruption"
Kurt Cobain
"In childhood, a child wants to be an astronaut. As you grow older, you realize that the road is long and the result is not so obvious.
We are attracted to power.
Stop the wind, heal your neighbor with a gesture of a hand, read the mind of another.
When it comes from desire and not from love, it is possible to achieve, but temporarily.
Then you will have to pay for standing against the laws established by the Creator.
Love, that is the real power and superpower.
When you relinquish your power, you fall into the infinite source of energy from the Creator.
The love for D. thisi gives birth to a love for space, our senses synchronize with the world and we begin to think like a divine being.
In this state, life itself will lead us to good people and good situations. "
Andrew Venustian
"In the end of your life, the only thing that will make sense will be the love you gave and received.
On your journey to the other world, the only thing you can take with you is love.
The only valuable thing you will leave behind in this world is love. Nothing else.
I have known people who have easily endured many hardships in their lives and who were happy, but I have never met a person who could endure life without love.
That's why love is life's greatest gift. He gives meaning to life.
This is what makes life worth living "
A.J.Jackson
Pura Vida Nostr 🌞❤️🔥🧡💜🫂🙏🕊️🍀🪽
In The Beginning
In The Beginning was the Word,
And the word laid the foundation for all other things that could be seen and heard.
In the beginning was the original vibration
Which is the source of all inspirations.
It is the same force that causes all events to occur in time at the exact time for the exact occasion,
And the True Spark of Life that exist at the center of every atom in God's Creation.
In the Beginning, before Time knew its own name,
When yesterday and tomorrow walked side by side because they were one in the same.
In the Beginning, we knew the truth about the whole of existence
Before it became watered down by false ideas and various opinions.
In the Beginning, before books were written and prophecies could be told,
We knew that life was never a destination to be reached
but a priceless treasure that constantly unfolds.
In the Beginning, before the First Lies were told,
When we breathed our first breath of life and became living souls,
We knew that we were one with all of life and that we could never be separated from the whole.
In the beginning, the truth truly was carved in stone.
It was written into the very nature of creation just as the blood is produced from the marrow in our bones.
In the beginning
We knew that it is the one repeating itself that always produces the nine
and that everything has a season and cycle for every single moment in time.
In the Beginning, before we measured time by the rotation of our planet around it's closest star,
Before the age of Ignorance came that caused the whole of Humanity to forget who they are.
In the Beginning, we had no reason to separate the fiction from the facts
Because we knew the real truth about life was inside of us
And all we had to do was ask.
In the Beginning, before we became convinced that life was all about losing or winning,
We knew that life was the process called perfection
And it has been that way since The Beginning
Dennis Douglas
On the day I die a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.
On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.
The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me.
All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.
The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me.
The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.
All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.
My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away.
My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway.
The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.
All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night will be rendered powerless.
The deep and towering mysteries about life and death that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified in a way that they could never be before while I lived.
These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die.
Yet for as much as will happen on that day, one more thing that will happen.
On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply.
They will feel a void.
They will feel cheated.
They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.
And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.
And so knowing this, while I am still alive I’ll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting and so very precious—and I’ll do my best not to waste a second of it.
I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control.
Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections.
They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable, ever-evaporating Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you.
Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can.
It’s easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die.
Don’t let your life be stolen every day by all that you believe matters, because on the day you die, much of it simply won’t.
Yes, you and I will die one day.
But before that day comes: let us live..
„Nothing you love is lost.
Not really .
Things, people.. they always go away, sooner or later.
You can't hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight.
But if they've touched you, if they're inside you, then they're still yours.
The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart. "
Bruce Coville
