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Not really sure where to put this but it is a poem that was shown to me by a friend which I thought was lovely:-
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord, “You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?” The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
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My older sister has a little thing in her room with that poem-thing written on it. She doesn't believe in god, but she likes the poem.
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"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." ~Rudyard Kipling ~
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It is true that the early bird gets the worm, however, it is the second mouse, that gets the cheese.
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The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
I don't think I will EVER understand why believers feel they NEED to be carried. Are they so weak so spineless so dependent so lacking in will that they can only survive tough times by holding on to some fairy-godfather's invisible hand? ![]() A truly pitiful existence. ![]() |
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"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." ~Rudyard Kipling ~
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"The Earth quakes and the Heavens rattle; the beasts of nature flock together and the nations of men flock apart,; volcanoes usher up heat while elsewhere water becomes ice and melts; and then on other days it just rains." The Illuminatus! Triology |
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You don't need people or God. As far as I'm concerned, you're the one who is to be pitied.
A matter of perspective, I suppose. ![]() Perhaps a few lines from Cyrano will offer you a new perspective? Shall I labor night and day To build a reputation on one song, And never write another? Shall I find True genius only among Geniuses, Palpitate over little paragraphs, And struggle to insinuate my name In the columns of the Mercury? No thank you! Calculate, scheme, be afraid, Love more to make a visit than a poem, Seek introductions, favors, influences?- No thank you! No, I thank you! And again I thank you!- But... To sing, to laugh, to dream, To walk in my own way and be alone, Free, with an eye to see things as they are, A voice that means manhood- to **** my hat Where I choose- At a word, a Yes, a No, To fight- or write. To travel any road Under the sun, under the stars, nor doubt If fame or fortune lie beyond the bourne- never to make a line I have not heard In my own heart; yet, with all modesty To say: "My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." So, when I win some triumph, by some chance, Render no share to Caesar- in a word, I am to proud to be a parasite, And if my nature wants the germ that grows Towering to heaven like the mountain pine, Or like the oak, sheltering multitudes- I stand, not high it may be- But alone! ![]() |
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