Thoughts on Life
sexta-feira, 22 de maio de 2009Life is a threatening motion of emotions, held by a thread called Hope, carried by a force called Love, nullified by a power named Nihilism, craved by a lover named Passion, hated by the window of the other life, which is Death.
Life is a balance. It contains goodness and evil, and every individual human action tends for one of the sides. It contains measures of friendship and enmity, sanity and pain, joy and nightmares of sadness.
Life is a breath, a deep waving sea inside the tears of a young girl.
Life is a calling of voices that are unheard, of ethereal songs that cannot be touched, of bitter-sweet love stories that cannot be relived.
Life is a meaningless cycle of hedonic moments in the mind of a 5 year-young human.
Life is the paradox of escapism embracing reality.
Life is wind: invisible as it comes and goes, made of air, experienced in measures in between breezes and hurricanes.
Life is fire: flaming feelings that become cold dark ashes, sparkles of glamorous kisses that dissolve into burning frost.
Life is found, not given.
Life is a gift, not a reward.
Life is a season, not all seasons.
Life is a voice, not a story.
Life could be a sustained gleam on the glimpse of two lovers.
Life could be a friendship born in childhood to last for eternity.
Life could be an eternal setting sun, a fresh dew to feed our souls.
Life could be a sweet dance in the arms of a generous destiny.
In life, one should gain to learn to lose, and should lose to learn to gain.
Life is a huge equation that is multiplied by zero in the end.
How many words can describe the beauty of what life is, and the preciousness of the moments lived on earth?
All that comes is meant to go.
And so we cry, and so we run, like children with bodies and brains that are too big to carry their ruddy dreams.
Life is a dream with opened eyes.
Life is the whisper of a prayer in a stormy night.
And when life is over, we will all see how we should have lived, for we will finally learn the greatest lesson of life:
He who lives is he who dies for himself.
Matheus Ortega