Rules are made for those who made it. ...until you have to take your responsibilities and face the consequences. That what belongs to the past remains in the past. Sadly, that includes me too.
"Take some advice from someone who got lucky. I went through the grinder for many years, believe me I've seen everything by now. Played with my death, that I'm still alive I thank God for. If you're lost brother, I've been you. Living life like it's a drugrush, whiling away time in basements and stairwells. People commit haram when theres no other way out. But theres always a possibility to change whatever your loneliness makes you suffer through. Believe me, benim knows. When it's hardest, you should fight even harder."
The more I attempted to "be me" the more "me's" I found there were. I now see that "being me" means acknowledging all that I feel at the moment, and then taking responsibility for my actions by consciously choosing which level of my feelings I am going to respond to. In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back. Charlie Brown
Lick, lick, lick, lick I want to eat yo' d*** But I can't fuck up my nails So imma pick it up with chopsticks
It’s my belief that every man Should do his share of work, And in our economic plan No citizen should shirk. That in return each one should get His meed of fold and food, And feel that all his toil and sweat Is for the common good. It’s my belief that every chap Should have an equal start, And there should be no handicap To hinder his depart; That there be fairness in the fight, And justice in the race, And every lad should have the right To win his proper place. It’s my belief that people should Be neither rich nor poor; That none should suffer servitude, And all should be secure. That wealth is loot, and rank is rot, And foul is class and clan; That to succeed a man may not Exploit his brother man. It’s my belief that heritage And usury are wrong; That each should win a worthy wage And sing an honest song .... Not one like this — for though I rue The wrong of life, I flout it. Alas! I’m not prepared to do A goddam thing about it.
Life is but an illusion, yet if this is an illusion then what is real? That is the true question and the answer is both the answer to our illusion and to life itself.
Life kicks you in the balls not to make you infertile, but to let you know you have testicular cancer.. figuratively speaking.
sometimes you need to drown yourself in darkness try to go as depth as possible and if you can back to the surface you will know what it mean to be alive else i will welcome you as the new citizen of darkness