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The Purpose of Life
To be available to those that have a need to benefit from the resources that you have at your disposal so that their life’s trials may be lightened by the burdens of your own. Your ability to dispense of these benefits in a magnanimous and selfless manner is directly proportional to the perceived level of dignity and…
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Not Quite a Shakespearean Sonnet
How do I love thee?I cannot count the ways.Not the fluttering in my heart,Nor the shortness in my breath,Nor the lightness in my step,Not even the sparkle in my eyes at the thought of you,Or the elation in my soul at the sound of your sweet smile,None of this will ever truly hint at how…
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Reminds me of someone I know, especially the paisley. 🙁 imgfavepopular: ★ discovered on imgfave.com (social image bookmarking) (Source: http://imgfave.com/view/1306912)
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Hypocrisy Perfected
They say that the fear of ridicule breeds the most repugnant of cowards. So then the most repugnant of cowards must surely breed the most despicable of hypocrites. And hypocrites by definition cannot be happy or fulfilled people. There’s a fine line between being selfish enough to sustain our own soul’s desires, and sacrificing enough…
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Hypocrisy Perfected
They say that the fear of ridicule breeds the most repugnant of cowards. So then the most repugnant of cowards must surely breed the most despicable of hypocrites. And I fail to see how hypocrites can be happy or fulfilled people. I find that so many times we’re too willing to sacrifice what we want…
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Integrity is Dead
Betrayal never is an easy pill to swallow, no matter how jaded I might be. The worst of it is when I find myself compelled to question every moment of sincerity that I expended in affection, admiration and respect towards those that I held in such high esteem. People, including me, often suggest that no…
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Integrity is Dead
Betrayal never is an easy pill to swallow, no matter how jaded I might be. The worst of it is when I find myself compelled to question every moment of sincerity that I expended in affection, admiration and respect towards those that I held in such high esteem. People, including me, often suggest that no…
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I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also…
