origin, beginning, could just be one’s humble source to forget not his own roots.
“the” would be linked to the definite source, the creator, the mother of everything.
I named my son “the peak of a mountain”, and he lived for only 3 and a half months.
Bitterly I learned from this lesson that one can’t be at top other than the universe itself.
It’s like “fireflieslight”, I’m not a fly alone who can proudly light for others, but with others help to complete.
However, might be the light that stands for the source of power still too strong for me to withhold, and my hard-disk burnt after sending out the last comment even I pondered over and over again at the strong feeling of mishap, so now came this version “fireflieslite”.
2 months ago, I thought of a name “summer pine”, intended to comment on one website, but I gave up, thinking that my piece of ideas intended to help would be too outstanding and controversial that could instead upset those self empowered.
And with the thought of nothingness to care anymore in my life, I walked toward the end of this physical existence. And from the return, I learned, it’s HOPE that I should create to “live”, one bursted then should create another one. The bubble that bursted is not to die with, but have to create another one to enliven.
Of the name, “summer” represents fire, and “pine” is wood, wood into fire is naturally compatible, and fire can melt indeed my excessive metal.
Although fire can serve as my refreshing drill like waterfall thrashing on my soul, or as a phoenix reborn from fire, that would be ecstatic, still there is the risk of flaming purgatory waiting at the end.
Wood is the essence of elements that I am lack of, and because my destiny has excessive metal that I should make compensate for. And may be wood is also the element you need. “tree” is a good name, that can absorb the negativity, and offer the essence of life.
It’s like a metal axe to hack on wood, to take, or a metal knife to be tamed in a wooden sheath, to safe keep.
A face on the street is just an id of an individual, but also could be a target for the hatred to destroy.
Even this is my message intended for you only, may also arouse the hostility from the passers-by.
Love and hate co-exist.
When one really has been to the edge of death, love and hate would mean nothing to him at all.
It would be a blessing though if love arrives, but after a few rounds of lessons, bitterness of hate was always there accompanied with.
And I had to accept that expectance of good outcome is a “no-no” to achieve in life.
It’s all concerned with trials and errors.
Success is not to win, but the effort you exerted that counts.
Winning is not to possess, but earn a settlement in one’s own heart.
Being normal is most people’s thought.
It’s indeed a curse of being special, along with that qualities seemingly superior, if without tremendous effort to counterweigh.
Even if this comment is to be deleted, I don’t mind, at least that you’ve read !
A friend afar can be tormenting to one’s comfort, only physically, but never the warmth one can feel in his own heart and soul.
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origin, beginning, could just be one’s humble source to forget not his own roots.
“the” would be linked to the definite source, the creator, the mother of everything.
I named my son “the peak of a mountain”, and he lived for only 3 and a half months.
Bitterly I learned from this lesson that one can’t be at top other than the universe itself.
It’s like “fireflieslight”, I’m not a fly alone who can proudly light for others, but with others help to complete.
However, might be the light that stands for the source of power still too strong for me to withhold, and my hard-disk burnt after sending out the last comment even I pondered over and over again at the strong feeling of mishap, so now came this version “fireflieslite”.
2 months ago, I thought of a name “summer pine”, intended to comment on one website, but I gave up, thinking that my piece of ideas intended to help would be too outstanding and controversial that could instead upset those self empowered.
And with the thought of nothingness to care anymore in my life, I walked toward the end of this physical existence. And from the return, I learned, it’s HOPE that I should create to “live”, one bursted then should create another one. The bubble that bursted is not to die with, but have to create another one to enliven.
Of the name, “summer” represents fire, and “pine” is wood, wood into fire is naturally compatible, and fire can melt indeed my excessive metal.
Although fire can serve as my refreshing drill like waterfall thrashing on my soul, or as a phoenix reborn from fire, that would be ecstatic, still there is the risk of flaming purgatory waiting at the end.
Wood is the essence of elements that I am lack of, and because my destiny has excessive metal that I should make compensate for. And may be wood is also the element you need. “tree” is a good name, that can absorb the negativity, and offer the essence of life.
It’s like a metal axe to hack on wood, to take, or a metal knife to be tamed in a wooden sheath, to safe keep.
A face on the street is just an id of an individual, but also could be a target for the hatred to destroy.
Even this is my message intended for you only, may also arouse the hostility from the passers-by.
Love and hate co-exist.
When one really has been to the edge of death, love and hate would mean nothing to him at all.
It would be a blessing though if love arrives, but after a few rounds of lessons, bitterness of hate was always there accompanied with.
And I had to accept that expectance of good outcome is a “no-no” to achieve in life.
It’s all concerned with trials and errors.
Success is not to win, but the effort you exerted that counts.
Winning is not to possess, but earn a settlement in one’s own heart.
Being normal is most people’s thought.
It’s indeed a curse of being special, along with that qualities seemingly superior, if without tremendous effort to counterweigh.
Even if this comment is to be deleted, I don’t mind, at least that you’ve read !
A friend afar can be tormenting to one’s comfort, only physically, but never the warmth one can feel in his own heart and soul.