Steve Maraboli (via loveage-moondream)
(Source: simply-quotes, via somethingahead)
If time is limitless then distance is forever
But that’s faulty; it’s now closer than ever
Presence does not make a connection
Energies have their own way of direction
In a room full of people, you may have never felt so alone
But captivated with joy, from a voice in a different time zone
How can you miss, something you’ve never seen
What is that energy floating between
Wrapped in an intangible touch
Never would of thought, I’d be smiling this much
If timing is everything then distance doesn’t matter
The wait must be worthy, quite worthy than rather
Rather be with you now, but that timing is coming
Till then I’ll adore, your comforting words and your loving
Hearing, for the most part, is a no-brainer. When we listen, that’s when the neurons really fire.
The richness of life doesn’t lie in the loudness and the beat, but in the timbres and the variations that you can discern if you simply pay attention.
(via acapareda)
In the same second, the whole room vibes
No words need to be spoken, they’re already inscribed
In the mind, a home to euphoria, and before you know
The touch to the skin, those senses, they grow
Life is bliss, letting you flowing harmoniously into the abyss
Each charge, is felt in every kiss
And all of the negatives dissolve and then fade
You are so unafraid
Unafraid in the crowd of radiant ones
Perceiving the same funs
Reminiscing back, the lows and the highs
Reality checks, you never wanted the feeling to demise
When you learn to play, sometimes the first practice is on the rainiest day
No success has ever been achieved without a struggle
And those days where you feel the urge to crumble
Why do those days always seem the longest?
A day, a week, a few months later, they are the ones that makes you the strongest
A blinded universe, hungry for luck and ease
But life can be gentle, kind enough to tease
We urge for better, bigger and best
That heavy feeling never seems to disappear from our chest
We are afraid to admit that our desires consist of only a few
At the end of the day to receive a touch of love and someone who will aid you through
Through the obscure pathways of life, unseen by neither of you
After wars, after choices
After wounds, and the inconsistent voices
Life shapes, life rises
Surprises
In disguises
And variation of sizes
In each day you gain, in each day you lose
You try to see a difference, in the same old fuse
You can’t smile in a trench, you can’t fake a death
But you can acknowledge life, from the fear of each choking breath
Rhonda Byrne, The Secret (via larmoyante)
(Source: larmoyante, via acapareda)
Jane Austen (via acapareda)
8 months ago
Sun Tzu (The Art of War)
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Eleanor Roosevelt (via brunagimba)
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