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We all have the ability... we just don't all have the courage to follow our dreams and to follow the signs.
But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats.
No one can avoid them.
It's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.
Рано или поздно я получу то, что я хочу, все это вопрос времени ... Женщины в моей жизни
But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats.
No one can avoid them.
It's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.
Рано или поздно я получу то, что я хочу, все это вопрос времени ... Женщины в моей жизни
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This level of resolve can move mountains, but it must be constant and consistent. As simplistic as this may sound, it is still the common denominator separating those who live their dreams from those who live in regret.
We find ourselves in a bewildering world. We want to make sense of what we see around us and to ask:
What is the nature of the universe? What is our place in it and where did it and we come from? Why is it the way it is?
How do you say yes to yourself?
By allowing desire to be your compass and the wind that fills your sails and asking the mind to be the servant of the heart.
In our culture we ask the heart to obey the mind, and it can't because it is something so vast the mind can't even comprehend it. Just let go, say Yes!
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy.
Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
Hometown:
Lisbon
Country:
Portugal
Occupation:
Astronaut Farmer
Books:
" St. Augustine " ( Page 145 ) Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. You and me, we can had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Nathalie