A game

Chess is a game that very few people truly enjoy, and even fewer master. The same goes for the game of life. In fact, the game of chess has so many parallels in our world it is probably the most analagous board game ever invented.In life, you also face a single opponent. That opponent is by it's very nature better at the game than you.Your opponent in life's game of chess is yourself. You are the singlemost effective barrier to your own success and without acknowledging and accepting that fact, your chances of a positive outcome are greatly diminished. Acknowledgement and acceptance is only the first step. To defeat your enemy, you must know your enemy. You must be able to predict your opponents movements and counter those movements before they can affect you.

I don't care

Why is so hard for you to understand that I love him...even if he is bad,even if he tried to kill you, even if he was the evil one...I don't care because I know that he has changed he is diffrent I know that...You can't stop me you can't do anything about this...

Still I love him...BUT

Does he really love me

I don't know

But...

My feelings for him won't change

Why can't you leave me alone

Don't come near me don't come closer I don't want you to make me feel better you will make things worst...You you you are the reason way I am like this..Every day every minute every second of my life you tear me appart you want to destroy me but I am not a fool like you think I am I will survive and I know that one day you will be the one that will suffer...

Are you here...

Shadow, darkness, clouds, clear skies,

Moonlight shines, darkness flees

My heart, deep down

Asks if he is here...My feet, walking steadily asks if he is here...My hand, gripping the hilt asks if he is here

The answer

I hope my mouth and it comes that he is here that he is up ahead........GO.....Without a moment to lose...Any who stands in my way I will cut down I will cut them down without mercy. So that it will be stained by the blood spraying the shadow standing beyond the haze...

Melancholy

Hands trembling

Knees giving out

Body rigid

Eyes unclosing

Mind clearing

Sweat trickling

Ears ringing

A haze obscures my view...I push it aside, but the haze remains...I push aside the shadows before me...I strain my eyes though I cannot hope to see...I think perhaps I see.....But it is only because I wish it.

Is this what is hazy?Is this what I must ascertain?My wound begins to throb once again...It all began when I heard that name...When I heard HIS name...

Picaturi de apa

Ce se aude...de unde vine....acest sunet melancolic....o fi oare un sunet al ingerilor...or fi venit oare aceste Fiinte Luminate si Binecuvantate la fereastra mea incercand sa gaseasca un loc linistit si tacut pentru a canta.....sau poate o vioara s-a pierdut de maestrul ei iar acum isi cheama stapanul plangand si suspinand sunete minunate....Dar ce e asta?!Nu sunt nici ingeri melancolici, nici vioare ratacite...e doar ploaia minunata cantand oda ei de-o viata cu picuri mici de apa care lovesc pamantul ca un cantaret lovind corzile unui instrument.E mai mult decat un cantec, e mai mult decat un sunet, este ceva incredibil de frumos format doar din stropi de apa.''Ploaia este o toba care face sa danseze radacinile.''(Alexandre Amprimoz)

We can become what we aren't

Experienta este cel mai dur profesor, pentru ca intai iti da testul si apoi iti spune care era lectia.(Vernon Law)

Toti traim sub acelasi cer, dar nu toti avem acelasi orizont.(Konrad Adenauer)

Daca gasesti un drum fara obstacole, probabil drumul acela nu duce nicaieri.(J.F. Kennedy)

Poate ca pentru lume esti o singura persoana, dar pentru o persoana esti intreaga lume.(G.J.G. Marquez)

Esti inteligent daca nu crezi decat jumatate din cea ce auzi; esti intelept daca sti care jumatate.

Mai bine sa taci si sa pari prost, decat sa vorbesti si sa spulberi toate indoielile.

Uni oameni vorbesc din experienta, altii,din experienta nu vorbesc.