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Der_Albaner
Forumium praecox
Te kesh sy ne te cilat nuk pasqyrohet bota e jashtme, eshte nje fatkeqesi shume e rende, por jo aq e madhe sesa te jesh enigma e vetvetes; jo aq e madhe sa te ndiesh qe te mungon dicka qe eshte vetja jote; jo aq e madhe sa te shohesh rruzullin dhe te mos shohesh vetveten ne te.
Der_Albaner
Forumium praecox
tek sa po kthehesha dje mbasdite nga puna sebashku me babin ndaluam ne qender per te hipur ne urbanin e paskuqanit.hipim ne urban dhe ulemi ne fund te urbanit pasi ishin vende te lira.aty afer nesh vjen dhe ulet nje person tjeter por qe ishte i dehur.pasi nisemi ky personi her pas here na drejtohej neve duke folur pasi ne ishim me afer dhe ne canten qe kishte me vete mbante 2 libra njeri ishte historia e skenderbeut kurse tjetri muzike popullore d.m.th tekstet e disa kengeve te vjetra popullore.fliste per cdo gje na tregoi qe punonte tek ushtari i panjohur dhe her pas here na kerkonte dhe falje sepse thoshte ndoshta ju bezdisa.te jem i sinqert ne fillim e shikoj me nje sy qe hajt me pijanec skan ca bojn pin gjith diten alkol por sa me shum fliste dhe tregonte aq me shum ma ndryshonte kete mendim.ne nje moment vjen nje burre i vjeter sebashku me nje vajze dhe e pyet kete personin nese ishte i lire vendi prane ti.ky cohet dhe i liron edhe vendin ku ishte ulur vet dhe po qendronte ne kembe perballe meje.tek shkolla bajram curri ky personi do zbriste dhe para se te shkonim aty e veshtroja her pas here nderkohe qe ky fliste me nje ze shum te ulet aq shume saqe une qe e kisha disa centimetra larg nuk e kuptoja por kur u afruam tek stacioni ku do zbriste fjalet qe nuk ja kuptoja me ben ti kuptoj syt e ti qe ju mbushen me lot dhe i rrjedhnin neper faqe sikur nje femije.e kam ndjer aq keq veten saqe nuk mundem te gjej fjal ta shpjegoj dhe njekohesisht mendoja cfare mund ta shtyj kete njeri kete burre kete prind deri ne nje gjest te tille,ndoshta gruaja dhe femija ndosha mungesa e ndonje personi apo gjendja ekonomike.cila do qofte arsyeja kurre nuk do ja dim hallet tjetrit nese nuk mundemi ta ndimojm me e pakta eshte mos ta gjykojme.une nuk do ti harroj kurre ata sy prindi te mbushur me lot por do ti kem parasysh gjithmone per tme kujtuar qe ta falenderoj allahun per gjithcka kam dhe ti lutem qe mos tna jap asnje barre me te madhe se cmund te mbajme ne si njerz te thjeshte.doja ta ndaja kete pervoje me ju duke shpresuar qe tju ndihmoj diku per cfardo qofte...
Mirabel
Locus omnem
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. When you are born a lotus flower, be a beautiful lotus flower, don’t try to be a magnolia flower. If you crave acceptance and recognition and try to change yourself to fit what other people want you to be, you will suffer all your life. True happiness and true power lie in understanding yourself, accepting yourself, having confidence in yourself. ― Thích Nhất Hạnh
Aki
Paint It Black
“Ester asked why people are sad.
"That’s simple," says the old man. "They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people's ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Zahir
"That’s simple," says the old man. "They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people's ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Zahir
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Aki
Paint It Black
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.” - Sylvia Plath