What If... ?

What if... ?

Those are very powerful words, my friend. Powerful, but useless words. You can spend a lifetime thinking about all the other lifetimes you could have had. You can picture all those decisions you made along your life, and imagine all the perfect outcomes. You can play with the infinite alternative timelines, changing the no’s for yes, the cries for laughs, all the sorrow for joy.

But it wouldn't be real. Real life, such as it is, has as much golden shiny days as rainy-stormy-and-crappy days. It's a balance that surrounds us, helps us and protects us.

Yes, you think of that cute little blonde girl you never saw again, I know. You see her pictures, her smile, her blue eyes, her golden hair waving as the breeze of the sea makes her smile... and you think to yourself "what if I had fight for her just a little more? Instead of just carelessly losing her to the oblivion of passing years... Would we be together now? Happy, married, a house full of blonde and perfect children?"

The answer is: No.

As much as I believe in a free-will-empowered humanity, owner of its destiny and future, I must say I'm tempted to believe in fate. Sometimes life leaves me no choice but to believe in it. Carefully weaving our days and our futures, like a loving mother taking care of the future of her offspring as they sleep ignoring all the dangers she saved them from.

What I want to say is that even though I like to feel in control of my actions and their reactions, there's a big part that I can't control. And I can't because it's already written. Who's the author and where it's written I have no idea. And why would you care?

Seeing the world this way saves you so many troubles, my friend. So what about that cute girl you took for just a coffee, a walk by the beach holding hands and you never saw again? Well, that was it. You were meant to have her just that afternoon, so treasure that moment. But move on. She moved on, why can't you? Someone wise once told me that life's just one. History is just one. There aren't many stories to be told about your life, neither various lives for you to live... there's only one. Don't mortify yourself trying to think what you should've done, because what you did it's exactly what you should've done. As simple as that.

Remember that happiness is not a destination. It's more like a road; you must enjoy each and every step you take through it.




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Pastor Of Muppets

Do I really look like a man with a plan, Harvey?

I don't have a plan.

The mob has plans, the cops have plans. You know what I am, Harvey? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught one. I just DO things. I'm a wrench in the gears.

I HATE plans. Yours, theirs, everyone's. Maroni has plans, Gordon has plans. Schemers trying to control their worlds. I am not a schemer. I show schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.

... so when I say that what happened to you and your girlfriend wasn't personal, you know I'M telling the truth.

*Gives Dent Gun*

It's a schemer who put you where you are. You were a schemer. You had plans. Look where it got you. I just did what I do best - I took your plan and turned it on itself. Look what I have done to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple bullets.

Nobody panics when the expected people got killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds!!

Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.

I AM AN AGENT OF CHAOS.

And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey...


It's fair.


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The Sound of Her Wings

I'm immortal.


I never died.

I just decided not to. When faced with the option, at the unexpected age of twenty five, I just decided I didn't want to go. I refused to leave this world without seeing it all, without helping mankind, I just said no. And ages later, I'm still twenty five. Immortality, as everyone seeks it, is an option. As easy as that.

I'm still here, working, eating, sleeping... Not aging, it feels I'm since ever. I don't remember when I decided to stay, there were still swords around I think, but also bullets. It doesn't matter really... Funny thing we measure ages by their instruments of war, by their tools of destruction.

I still remember Death's face though. It isn't something you can describe, 'cause you don't actually see it. You kinda feel it, in every fiber of your body... and your soul. She was puzzled when I told her I didn't want to die. I think she felt a little curious about it and left me live forever, who knows. What I do know, is that it hurts. And it scares the hell out of you, even if you don't go, like me. Sometimes I envy those lucky bastards who go through the gates of this world onto the other without feeling anything, dying in their sleep. But then I realize I do it every night. You too, you know. Dreaming is even more terrifying than dying, you're naked in a land where no one is the king and nothing follows, just chaos and delirium. Good thing the morning after you don't remember shit about dreams. It must be very strange to be dreaming and suddenly die... Would you see it coming in the dream? Or does the screen just turns black and you're in the next world?

I bet you anyhow hear the sound of her wings, and feel Death's grasp as she takes your hand. And with a bright smile across her whatever-resembles-a-face taking you where you've chose to be.

I just chose to be here.

And here I am.

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Beyond the Obvious Lies the Truth

Amaneció una noche, y alli estaba ella. Si
no hubiera visto esa manchita en su hombro
derecho, hubiera pensado que era un sueño.
Recordó sonriendo, las pequeñas cosas que
encontraba fascinantes en ella.

Tenía ganas de despertarla y decirle todas
esas palabras que nunca se animaba a decirle.

Al verla respirar a su lado, imaginaba los
miles de sueños que estaría teniendo donde
oníricas canciones iluminarían su rostro.

Bailaban en su mente, recuerdos pasados de
otras épocas en donde estaban distanciados,
mas no dejaría que eso suceda otra vez. Si
bien su amor estaba prohibido en una epoca
obtusa y cerrada, ese poderoso romance que
nacía en sus corazones, no moriría jamás.

:)


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To Write Love On Her Arms

Come up to meet you,
Tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are.

I had to find you,
Tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets,
And ask me your questions,
Oh, let's go back to the start.

Runnin' in circles,
Comin' up tails,
Heads on a science apart.

Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Oh, take me back to the start.

I was just guessing,
At numbers and figures,
Pulling your puzzles apart.

Questions of science,
Science and progress,
Do not speak as loud as my heart.

Tell me you love me,
Come back and haunt me,
Oh, and I'll rush to the start.

Runnin' in circles,
Chasin' up tails,
Comin' back as we are.

Nobody said it was easy,
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard.

I'm goin' back to the start.

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Desperately Seeking Something

quiero tomar sprite
quiero q sea verano
quiero estar al sol, despertarme temprano
quiero andar en ojotas
quiero no tener q hacer nada
quiero viajar
quiero hacerme un tatuaje
quiero saliiirr
quiero ser espontáneo
quiero recibirme
quiero aprender idiomas
quiero conocer gente
quiero disfrutar más mis días
quiero salir a correr a la mañana
quiero tener un golden
quiero estar en forma de nuevo
quiero estar con vos
quiero leer mas
quiero mas tiempo.

I tell myself it's not the fall,
falling doesn't hurt... it's when you stop.

So... don't stop.

The Number 23

CHORONZON: I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.

MORPHEUS: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.

CHORONZON: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.

MORPHEUS: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.

CHORONZON: I am a snake, spider-devouring, poison-toothed.

MORPHEUS: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy footed.

CHORONZON: I am an anthrax, butcher, bacterium, warm-life destroying.

MORPHEUS: I am a world, space-floating, life nurturing.

CHORONZON: I am a nova, all-exploding... planet-cremating.

MORPHEUS: I am the Universe -- all things encompassing, all life embracing.

CHORONZON: I am Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything. Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?

MORPHEUS: I am hope.

unrelated:

Happy 23 to me :)

End Of The Line

stop smoking.
start living.

monkey says DO IT.