I Don’t Believe In God

Life Is A Journey. How We Travel Is Really Up To Us. We Can Just Flow With The Tide Or Follow Our Own Dreams.

She, With Her Affection And Her Gaiety, Had Been Largely Responsible For Him Having Rediscovered The Meaning Of Life, Her Love Had Driven Him To The Far Corners Of The Earth, Because He Needed To Be Rich Enough To Buy Some Land And Live In Peace With Her For The Rest Of Their Days. It Was His Utter Confidence In This Fragile Creature, That Had Made Him Fight With Honor, Because He Knew That After A Battle He Could Forget All The Horrors Of War In Her Arms, And That, Despite All The Women He Had Known, Only There In Her Arms Could He Close His Eyes And Sleep Like A Child.

No One Can Hit Their Target With Their Eyes Closed.

People Are Afraid To Pursue Their Most Important Dreams, Because They Feel That They Don’t Deserve Them, Or That They’ll Be Unable To Achieve Them. We, Their Hearts, Become Fearful Just Thinking Of Loved Ones Who Go Away Forever, Or Of Moments That Could Have Been Good But Weren’t, Or Of Treasures That Might Have Been Found But Were Forever Hidden In The Sands. Because, When These Things Happen, We Suffer Terribly.

We Can Let The Energy Of Love Flow Instead Of Placing It In A Jar And Leaving It Aside.