Infinite mystery

If I had to rate my weekend it would have been a mixed review article, I spent my weekend with lovely friends on Saturday, however Sunday wasn’t   that wonderful, my mom was very sick and it made me feel out of place, to make things better my cousin came to visit with Amazing   news! We’re talking our annual trip to Oregon!! I   can picture those tall mountains , the trip will take place in November so am sure the white snow will hypnotize me, the cool wind will blow me of my feet, the wonderful animals ill see will be extraordinary (deer mostly)     and the multiple coffee’s and hot chocolate ill have, while enjoying amazing friends will be wonderful. I have camping supply’s but Oregon isn’t tender on your skin nor on your feet during the months of November so I created a "Camping Wish List"     “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;There is a rapture on the lonely shore;There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roars:

My uncle who was very fond of horsed, loved his black horse to an extent that I understand. He unfortunately suffered an accident and is no longer with us; however his faithful horse after realizing he would never see his best friend again stopped eating. He made a strange sound as if the pain was too strong to ignore. He’s sad eyes lurking from the stables would only broadcast the instability his heart couldn’t bare anymore. He’s eyes resembled the pain the members of our family had at that particular moment. He was to weary, walking wasn’t an option anymore, he died of sadness. When I stand near a horse I find myself talking to a soul that listens and understands, which explains my obsession.   Horses are the dolphins of the plains, the spirits of the wind; yet we sit astride them for the sake of being well-groomed, whereas they could have all the desire in the world to bolt, but instead, they adjust their speed and grace, only to please us, never to displease. - Laure

It was 12:45 and I was still trying to sleep in the back of the vehicle that is now heading home, after a long day of work (Mondays are always a dark tunnel with no air) I came home to a pleasant surprise. We apparently had to take a trip which we did, It took us an Hour and 30min to hit our destination It was dark any rainy but I enjoyed the solitude , while I was trying to carve every single smell and every single tree in my mind the idea of traffic the next morning kept interrupting, like an annoying 10 year old interrupting a pleasant conversation. “A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening ou

The weekend is gone back to my tedious labor, and overwhelming feeling of deadlines. I was going to post some funny office cartons/comics ,But then I thought to myself how depressing so am posting some photos about an article I read over the weekend, it involves a very unfortunate event and my dream house. This right here is a miniature church built by the first settlers, but to me this is the most unusual and wonderful location to live, yes it would take a week to drive to the nearest supermarket but that on its own can be an experience. 04.23.12 :D

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Kurt Cobain, Duck Lips, Lefty, Airhead, Aloofness ,..... Do you Get it? Have a Nice Weekend

"I do not   have hopes, desires,. My bones shivering with the winter, the cold air is the only hug my heart accepts. I rejoice in my lonely world with darkness swimming like the sound of liberation, monotony damps my every thought; help is not wanted it might be needed, but I cannot understand its true intentions.   Why weep in despair why not embrace the instability that this noisy loud groggy state has to offer. Before something begins you know in your heart it will end so why carry on with the journey if in the end, your first thought on the matter shows itself" - (This as written by me) This is how at times all we humans feel, no matter how much we brag about being happy, but then again feeling this way isn't so bad_the following quotes will explain why? Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achieveme