Re: Nuk gjen dot paqen duke evituar jeten!
The question is fair and mighty if you wanted peace. And from what i observe daily everyone wants peace, they pray for peace, they take St Johns wart for peace, they chain their bodies together in front of the police for peace, and with innocent devestation turn their puppy gaze at the Tv cameras when they are hit in their bubbly buttocks with "sacme plastike". I had a neighbour who went and drank her morning coffe in a dingy corner of her musty basement, because she wanted some damn Paqe, from those incomodious creatures she called niper dhe mbesa. You see i was thinking(or going through a routine of trying to connect together every concept that contains the word peace in it) about this monumental existentialst question, how to achieve peace, but then i was struck, or more precisely smacked with full force by my other self (the one whom I believe is Hypnotyically Enslaved to "How to books"). Why the F*%@ do you want peace you dumb shqiptarke? You see she put me in selamet, cause my only reason was that Paqja seemed e kendshme, and that coudn't be a plausible reason, could it? You see i never had paqe, the closest i came to was in a beach somewhere in the outskirts of kerkyra, when i took my bikini top off and let the sun do as he pleased with me. That lasted about 1 minute, and then being a good role model for my race, i started using my highly evolved and fertile brain. What if by chance someone passed by and saw me, what if he was albanian? What if this albanian knew my uncle, what if he told another albanian who knew that my uncle was the son of his mother's Kafe shoqe. What if his mother told my garandmother, and my grandmother told my father, and my father cut my allowance. No wait i didn't have an allowance, but the retribution would be equally "devestating" for me. So you see, i reached out and put my top back on, and hasta la vista paqe. I found out that my Paqe was woven in an intricate way with those sorrounding me. And in order for me to have some Paqe, either i had to get rid of all of them (which would not do me any good cause my highly trained consience would not let me find Paqe anyways), or i would have to wait for that one moment in eternity when all of my and their convictions were on the same page. It didn't end here! I figured after I put my top on that Paqja would come flying in. Ncuq! Gabim again! After 5 minutes of Paqje or more precisely nothingness, i started to warm up my brain again. So how come Krokodilat have not fallen into the web of evolution, why can't i solve the Reimann Hypothesis, why didn't Chris call, is it because of what i said before i left? I knew I was stupid! God why am I so stupid! Ughhh I hate this shit! So that was it for Paqja again, any moment that i found it i couldn't attain it, because i invariably mendoja. But then i Figured i would shtyj my mendime a little further. If I have never had peace (spiritual), then why did i want it? And then What the Dreq was Paqja anyways? In order to have this Paqja then do you have to cease thinking, or marry Doc. Phill and "take the timoni of your jeta"?
I mean cause really like I find this disscusion like utterly engrossing, but i think we have to start it off with like key concepts. Like what is Paqja?
And why why why do you want it? Don't you think it would become boring after a while?