Monday, 28 May 2012


Enjoy your self, If one has to jump a stream and knows how wide it is, he will not jump. If he does not know how wide it is, he will jump, and many times out of ten he will make it. As much as human blood runs through you, don't stop.
Just as life has been, exactly it was meant to be, pain in every step we take. It was pain that always stood in our way, the aspect of life in itself an entity, that always come uninvited, pain is always manifested as an accident. Fortune knocks but once, but misfortune has much more patience. The longer the life the more the offense, the more the offense the more the pain, the more the pain the less defense and the less defense the less the gain and pain of the mind is even worse than the pain of the body, all the same everything hurts. Hail the pain and rejoice for pain is but a word, the feeling it brings is but a condition and no condition remains permanent, not even the painful and impregnable death.
Ever felt that kind of pain, when you lose a love one. Someone ever so lovely, you wished to have shared eternity with, just snatched out of this world, out of existence. Felt hurt through the bones, cracking the heart wide open and leaving the body susceptible to pain, if you can not gaze upon your beloved and burn in your heart with as equal a passion as burns in your loins, then the truth stands that the lack will not bring down loves bridge and let you cross over. . Our dead love ones still abound for us and bid us think of life, not death -- of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and glory of Spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil, our trumpets, sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will. Hold on, tell none to rejoice, for this pain demands a life but they say the creator giveth and the creator taketh, not our love ones, to hell with death. Because there is not a pain so real. Don't be a fool for neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye.
Pain pays the income of each precious thing. Pain is not a disease, pain does not mean broken hearted and pain does not evolve as a result of an accident. There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience. Pain is that which is but irreversible and unpardonable. Pain is death.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be nor more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain. Till then, rejoice and don't be a fool for pain is human, human is death, death is pain.
We have inherited the past; we can create the future. Don't be a fool because pain can't destroy the future.