The times we share are enemies

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Its time to realize that I  am a grown up..to take all my chances to get up and try new things. I said its my time folks!

Oh I am 23 years old with 4 years of mediocrity, and I feel that everything is changing around me and of course myself . Looking in the mirror I am just an ordinary girl with a lots of thinking, massive thoughts and the paradoxal times of dramas. Lots of  age stuff around me..

Its curious that I know damn well that sacrifices i am willing to do are there, but the scary thing is that the time is running…

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All the possibilities in all the facts are promises to yourself

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I’ve thought of all the possibilities, even the crazy run away ones.
—  But as much as I wish it were, life ain’t a movie-
I will not waste my words.
– Promises to myself and a hell of a ego-
Mind cannot be controlled in the ordinary sense. In the first place, because it is not, how can you control it? In the second place, who will control the mind? Because nobody exists beyond the mind – and when I say nobody exists, I mean that nobody exists beyond the mind, a nothingness. Who will control the mind? If somebody is controlling the mind then it will be only a part, a fragment of the mind controlling another fragment of the mind. That is what ego is.

In the begging,out of my confort zone

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Like this words, it’s never too late to do what you really like.

My life now is on the edge of understanding what’s really going with my dreams, my questions about what I have become or in need to become what I really want to accomplishe something, just to be proud of, in my real life.  The need of something new, lead me to this world, unknown, sometimes is hard to materialized, sometimes  is easy peasy.

My first thought on writing articles or something, probably  insignificant, because i am not sure its my thing. The inspiration its the key, sometimes you have it,  sometimes you don’t. I think ohh yeees this is my moment.

But there’s a bit of pleasure in everything you do, if you do with all your heart. Sometimes you get sick of it, but in the end you know it’s made up with your words, your thoughts but, it’s always a „but”. This word makes you go crazy..because all your actions become ifs but it  gets that satisfaction that you can’t get enough of it ..after you want more and more of it. I’m still searching it ..the cause of  my purpose in life. This lead me to the epic word „destiny”. When I think  of it  comes the other epic, but in this case it’s a question, probably a consenquence of this meaningless sometimes word . Everyone uses but no one could find a complete definition of it. Our destiny? Where is made of? It’s made up with all your   surroundings or it’s just a purpose to lead you where  you are meant to be?  this a question-thought that made me write this down and share it…

tumblr_nl8hjo2UZ91upgv1ho1_500   Truth or dare?  What do you think?