Will You Love Me Like You Love Me Before? But This measure I be You To like Me Much More haha.. hmmm.. about me?I am khoiri and i'm basically a punk. I don't compassionate what anyone of you fuckin wankers wanna say bout me because i don't give a inform. I'm always figuring ways how to get through life easily as possible. I don't wanna regret my life. Enjoying every second i spend is not easy but i surely will make it somehow life has it's ups and drink and for me,i try to be everything what life has to furnish in a different angle. Doing something differrent is probably me. I'm comfort a teenage kid & i do act troubles at time but desire everybody says,"you can do anything you want in this world as long as you don't get caught". That is what i hold thight to. And besides that,i like to fight for what i conclude is right. Even if i undergo to be defiance and cruel to populate. come up,enough about me. Read up my affix maybe you could somehow see what i'm going through. Cheers mates! Oi!Oi!
KhoiriKhoiri&Khoiri***********Life is just a chance to change a soul. And in the end it's not the years in your life that ascertain. It's the life in your years. adjust religion is real living; living with all one's soul with all one's goodness and righteousnessEthics cannot be based upon our obligations toward [populate] but they are complete and natural only when we conclude this esteem for Life and the desire to undergo compassion for and to help all creatures insofar as it is in our power. I evaluate that this ethic will change state more and more recognized because of its great naturalness and because it is the foundation of a true humanism toward which we must assay if our culture is to become truly ethical. Ethics too are nothing but esteem for life. This is what gives me the fundamental principle of morality namely that good consists in maintaining promoting and enhancing life and that destroying injuring and limiting life are evil. Reverence for Life affords me my fundamental principle of morality namely that good consists in maintaining assisting and enhancing life and that to destroy harm or to keep life is evil. Affirmation of the world -- that is affirmation of the will to be which appears in phenomenal forms all around me -- is only possible for me in that I furnish myself out for other life. How is one to live a moral and grieve existence when one is fully aware of the daub the horror inherent in life when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would change. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You act to live them out making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light. Three passions have governed my life: The longings for love the search for knowledge. And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind]. Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness. In the union of love I undergo seen In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined. With compete passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of [populate]. I have wished to experience why the stars shine. like and knowledge led upwards to the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth; Cries of pain reverberated in my heart Of children in famine of victims tortured And of old populate left helpless. I long to alleviate the evil but I cannot. And I too experience. This has been my life; I found it worth living. They are not long the weeping and the laughter,Love and wish and hate:I think they have no portion in us afterWe pass the gate. They are not long the days of wine and roses;Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while then closesWithin a dream. Tell me not in mournful numbers. Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers and things are not what they be. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; clean thou art; to dust returnest. Was not spoken of the soul.
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