Среда, 30 Июня 2010 г. 13:56
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I very seldom thought of death.
I simply had not to reflect on it.
But now I understand, what exactly the fear of death forces the person to make any actions.
What they - good or bad - it is unimportant.
The death does not frighten me. It bewitches.
But to learn that waits for me behind a death threshold, I do not hasten.
Perhaps it too any fear?
I do not know.
But me always interests, why and as other people concern death.
Someone is afraid, someone - is not present.
But me excites not that it when - нибудь will come, and that I can not have time to execute the dreams and desires.
And at me it is a lot of plans for a life.
Also the death can prevent only, after all "death are worse than anything are not present, and death to all of us equally not to avoid".
Серия сообщений "My souls.":
Часть 1 - Death in my life...
Часть 2 - Без заголовка
Часть 3 - Без заголовка
Часть 4 - Жарко...
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