reality-of-life

Reality tastes like ashes

Since the teachers weren't picking, I ended up with a boy with bad body odour. 'You should wear deodorant,' I said to him. 'And you should shut your trap,' he replied.

You need alot of patient to keep working.It takes time for the goals to be realized.

Any self-defense situation has the potential to quickly become A 'life and death' situation, therefore your practice of martial arts should be undertaken, as if your very life depends on it . . .

So in my uncertainty, I went to graduate school and their it all happened

So in my uncertainty, I went to graduate school and there it all happened

What's the point of wandering?to find a better place?a home?But the loneliness will always capture mein its clawsof no tomorrow

Wealth mostly ignored the real reality.

If you open the flood gates of thought you do not know what may come. You may discover that you are better than you thought or worse than the devil himself

All of our thoughts _ ideas _ are traceable to a sensation, an encounter with the world that leaves an impression upon the mind.

A true friend does not make you win by making you the winner to the detriment of the true winner. He makes sure that you become a loser, not because he likes the way you fail, but to enlighten you on how it feels to be treated that way and to demonstrate that love and respect are not exclusive.

The coma carried me into a world where time and space seemed to vanish; it was a dreamlike existence in which people, places, and situations shifted as quickly as thoughts. I had a profound sense of being at a crossroads, a turning point, somewhere between death and life...

The god of fools is a fool just like them.

Life is an illusion of the reality which we want or wish

Truth will keep on telling the truthLies will lie to be more uncouthNo more rainbow after the stormNowhere to escape leaving the norm

Sometime it's really hardest things to keep yourself alone.

Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet _ for me, anyway _ all that__ worth living for lies in that charmA great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.

Crossing the limit is not my styleMy footsteps meander less than a mileI travel the world perhaps in a minuteYet a dream, to me, is never infinite!