Don't Panic

Tonik 

Devin Avery 

Yiran Ding

Sun is here

 

Camille Minouflet  Unsplash

Yosemite National Park - US

Levi Bare

Getting old

The weirdest part of getting old is being able to know the end of all stories. Life now is like a book that you've already read it all. You know when you can change things and you know when it is time to go.The best part is getting to know how generous you become, just because you had been there and you do not want others to get the same hurts that you had. So you give, not because you can't fight, but because it is the only right thing to be done. The greatest "finalle" is understanding that you made your best and that finally you accept things just the way they are, even when it hurts. It is a long road that you need to go alone. Only then you can learn to be better that you have ever imagine. Free your mind and spirit and go to places where you are needed. World is plenty of people who needs your attention and care. What will remain is the good you did, even if no one notice it. Does it hurts? Whatever. One day all the pain will be gone. Just believe: it is free.

Fernando Pessoa

I don’t know how many souls I have.

I’ve changed at every moment.

I always feel like a stranger.

I’ve never seen or found myself.

From being so much, I have only soul.

A man who has soul has no calm.

A man who sees is just what he sees.

A man who feels is not who he is.

Attentive to what I am and see,

I become them and stop being I.

Each of my dreams and each desire

Belongs to whoever had it, not me.

I am my own landscape,

I watch myself journey -

Various, mobile, and alone.

Here where I am I can’t feel myself.

That’s why I read, as a stranger,

My being as if it were pages.

Not knowing what will come

And forgetting what has passed,

I note in the margin of my reading

What I thought I felt.

Rereading, I wonder: “Was that me?”

God knows, because he wrote it.


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Não sei quantas almas tenho.
Cada momento mudei.
Continuamente me estranho.
Nunca me vi nem acabei.
De tanto ser, só tenho alma.
Quem tem alma não tem calma.
Quem vê é só o que vê,
Quem sente não é quem é,

Atento ao que sou e vejo,
Torno-me eles e não eu.
Cada meu sonho ou desejo
É do que nasce e não meu.
Sou minha própria paisagem;
Assisto à minha passagem,
Diverso, móbil e só,
Não sei sentir-me onde estou.

Por isso, alheio, vou lendo
Como páginas, meu ser.
O que sogue não prevendo,
O que passou a esquecer.
Noto à margem do que li
O que julguei que senti.
Releio e digo: “Fui eu?”
Deus sabe, porque o escreveu.

You are your best friend

All this time you were always just inside of me.  You were always my best friend. But I let you go so many times because  I didn't know that our best friends are ourselves. Hope to don't lose myself again.

France streets

Inferno

"Midway on our life's journey, I found myself
In dark woods, the right road lost. To tell
About those woods is hard--so tangled and rough...


.....I saw appear...

Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears,
Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars.”

- Dante Alighieri, Inferno

Music by love

it is happiness
or whatever it can be named but is so good
happiness, relief, love, redemption, freedom,
you are right, can't describe it
it is a lot of things in just one person heart and soul
you are my aura
belonging
I love being your aura
yes it' s like you are around and in me like an aura
it is like it is there since the very beginning
a feeling that i miss and never found but it was there all the time , i just didnt
saw before
love you so much
and al things that happened was the preparaton for this moment
see? i already making poems
it's a beautiful poem!!
we are a poem
a book
of beautiful light
warm beautiful light
well a whole vellum paper, parchment
yes we are writting , breathing, hearing, understanding
and brighting
as the light you said
we are 
hey it is like we are playing a music
and then we play the same key
we found each others music key
what it is to be it will be since the beginning even when we do not notice

Sometimes you are rude to someone. Then you try to do the right thing: you hate your mistake, you apologize yourself because of that and fix it. But it seems it doesn't work. You are not forgiven. 

Do the right thing doesn't mean you will get the right thing back.

Coldplay - Paradise

“ HATE has 4 letters, but so does LOVE 

ENEMIES has 7 letters, but so does FRIENDS... 

LYING has 5 letters, but so does TRUTH... 

HURT has 4 letters, but so does HEAL... 

Transform every negative energy into an aura of positivity... 

It's ur perception that makes the difference 
in the way you feel. Have a great Day! 
And don't forget the positive energy 

with your loved ones and friends.... ” 

~ Author Unknown

For some people, doesnt matter if you work hard: your efforts will never be enough. They dont care if you did a lot in the past or how much you do now to get the same results. You need to do the same - or even better - till the day you die. But if you feel hurt with this kind of behavior it is because you still expect something from them. People dont hurt you, your expectations do. We cannot satisfy everyone, we cannot be in all places at the same time. If you give all your precious life to these people, in the end you will get sick, alone and useless and they will not even say a word. Most of people only care for their own problems and some use this as an excuse to think that they have the right to judge others. But they forget that they are made of flesh and blood as anybody else.

some time later.....
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