Long live the internet for making us connect with so many people (though often the wrong ones),
for making us live like cadavers in our own homes, for making us live (already) as a memory in our children`s minds ,
for giving us the chance to flirt at any possible moment of the day or night.
Long live the internet for making me able to be a master of my own anger.
This is so embarrassingly true. Its not our fault if our plans fail, it is the fault of the plan.
I’m a man, and I can change, if I have to, I guess. (redgreen)
I used to think that once somebody recognizes and asserts something as the truth
there will be change for better since the assertion should be the consequence of the reflection that brought to it, but…
I learned that the expectation hurts and that change is rare because tiring since it requires persistent and constant effort and patience.
semundja e shekullit.s’kemi çi bejme e per me teper nuk duam as ti bejme gje:)