They taught us colors in school white, black, red & green
But they didn’t tell us that there are dozens of colors in between...
Even at college and home we were told about the terrible people the liars the thieves the killers and blab…. la
Yes in those exact naive words we thought life is sum up and we thought us to be the good ...the good people ;-)
Coming to realize how complicated it is now….and how childhood was really sweet!
How easy it is to steal, to lie, to kill and not just that, these are all nothing, there comes the worst of all the killing sins that appears nothing but are killing sins that we weren’t taught in books. Sins that can’t be written nor described in words simple in action, deep in pain. I ‘d call them killing silent sins. You cant talk much about them nor portray them, but You can for sure feel their pain and impact.......................
The justifications become appealing
Scary it is how easy it is to be in their shoes”the bad people”
Ya and you know what? It doesn’t feel wrong as it used to sound. Not at all!!
It’s just as if a child has died and a Typical Normal grownup was born to be one of the crowds ….
Yes one of the crowds!!
I wish I was a child.
She, Her Smile is Fake Her Life is Dull Unhappy Dead still !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You cannot have youth and the knowledge of it at the same time;
For youth is too busy living to know, and knowledge is too busy seeking itself to live. You may sit at your window watching the passersby. And watching you may see a nun walking toward your right hand, and a prostitute toward your left hand.
And you may say in your innocence, "How noble is the one and how ignoble is the other."
But should you close your eyes and listen awhile you would hear a voice whispering in the ether, "One seeks me in prayer, and the other in pain. And in the spirit of each there is a bower for my spirit."
Gibran - Sand & Foam
Congratulations, You are growing up
In our childhood .. we only know the joy of spring .. even in winter we only feel it's glory ..
all the colours for us are black or white .. we don't know something between .. when we face the real life , we just figure out we aren't small anymore , we're grown up now .. and we see the truth of life .. so either to live the new fact we've discover or either escape from it and live in our own world created by our imagination ..
P.S: ur blog is really great i've like it a lot , and i'm very glad to find someone loving Butterfly Effect like me ..
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