At first glance, this book brings about some resemblance to “The five people you meet in heaven” by Mitch Albom. It describes how a man gets a glimpse of heaven after being involved in a serious car accident. There in heaven, he met all his loved ones and everywhere was love, joy and peace. He was not concerned about any of the worldly possessions he left behind. Whatever songs they were praising God were in perfect harmony.
Such was the impression I always had about heaven, that is why so many people wanted to believe in God, so they can be in heaven after death.
Then this song came to my mind “I’ve got heaven on the inside of me. Lalalalalala~” It makes me wonder why are people led to think that they can only experience heaven after they die?
Heaven is not a place above the sky, heaven is a place inside of you. If you have the peace, joy and love of Christ, you have experienced heaven. No more earthly worries nor sadness, just joy and beautiful worship and praise to God.
(from “A composer’s Diary)
This summer, walking through the fields of Hokkaido, I could not help thinking that my own thoughts have come to resemble the sidewalks of a city: rigid and calculated.
But truly becoming a man means getting away from your false self: In my case, it means no longer being Miro, that is to say, a Spanish painter belonging to a society that is limited by frontiers and social and bureaucratic conventions.
In other words, you must move toward anonymity.
I saw the most beautiful women through her maturity and her writings.
It was a tough struggle, and I couldn’t decide. Sometimes, a moment of quietness is required just to discover who you actually are and who do you want to be. Society might have trained us to select the tough way, to push yourself harder each time and constantly increase your personal worth. But, is such a method really the tougher choice or merely an excuse for us to escape? Escaping from facing yourself, afraid of what your heart might say. You don’t know what you want. Or perhaps you do, but you chose to think otherwise. Every moment I’m trying hard to discover myself, are there much more things that I do not know about myself?
Maybe, maybe sometimes, the tougher choice was to rest everything, be lost and discover the real self.
Pure love; the only one I’ll have, the only one I’ll find.
Failure is not an option. When you believe, you can achieve.
“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.”
- Mark Z. Danielewskis’s House of Leaves
You’re just there by the ocean waiting for truth that they’re sunsets and silhouette dreams. As your sandcastles fall like the ashes of cigarettes and every wave drags you to sea. You ask god the question if everyone here’s make-believe. With a tear in his eye he said, “Dear that’s the question.” Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but thee.
Humans do not act only out of instinct and conditioning; they make free choices about how they live theirs lives, about their own ends. To treat them as a means or as an object is to deny them this distinctive and essential human characteristic; it would be to deny them their very humanity.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes. Because that is the doorway to her heart- the place where love resides.
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