"This merrygoround of life twirls around us, too much. This little, whispering-oaks carnival; Let us be hasty to love, and be quick to forgive; Not only loving others, but also ourselves, not only forgiving others, but too ourselves- I love you."
Beautiful, no?
I think I'll add this to the noticeboard above my pillow. :)
I felt really upset with myself last night. My actions came out before I had time to think. While I was brushing my teeth near midnight, I had a flashback: I remember Mrs Jacob telling me that I'm the most intense person she's ever met.
Two years have gone by since I last saw Mrs J. The last time I talked to her, she was saying how tired she felt every day, fatigue out of nowhere. I haven't heard from her since, and I fear she may have died or something. She would be 80 this year.
I opened my Box of Wisdom this morning.
I started it early last year, when I had the sudden urge to buy a wooden box, paint it, and fill it with beautiful thoughts. I wrote them on little pieces of paper, so I could collect them someplace safe. Then, I would open it when I needed wisdom, or when I turn 21, the next big transition in life.
This is a thought I found-
Experience teaches a person, but the real punishment comes when that person realises, in the after-life, all the experiences he missed out on.
Beautiful, no?
I think I'll add this to the noticeboard above my pillow. :)
I felt really upset with myself last night. My actions came out before I had time to think. While I was brushing my teeth near midnight, I had a flashback: I remember Mrs Jacob telling me that I'm the most intense person she's ever met.
Two years have gone by since I last saw Mrs J. The last time I talked to her, she was saying how tired she felt every day, fatigue out of nowhere. I haven't heard from her since, and I fear she may have died or something. She would be 80 this year.
I opened my Box of Wisdom this morning.
I started it early last year, when I had the sudden urge to buy a wooden box, paint it, and fill it with beautiful thoughts. I wrote them on little pieces of paper, so I could collect them someplace safe. Then, I would open it when I needed wisdom, or when I turn 21, the next big transition in life.
This is a thought I found-
Experience teaches a person, but the real punishment comes when that person realises, in the after-life, all the experiences he missed out on.
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