I Have Recently Graduated Cover Letter

Meditations (happy) of a stream of fancazzista

I keep thinking we're a scum, a bunch of damned thirsty for happiness, the illusion of reaching a target sooner or later. But the funny thing is that, even if we get what we so ardently desired, we immediately set ourselves a new and increasingly unattainable goal. We are animals ambitious, and therefore condemned to eternal suffering.

This morning I did not really want to study (as always) and I made a tour of the blog, going from one link to another .... In most cases you write people screaming without opening your mouth, pain, people who want something from life and struggling to get it, people who can not take that starda, people who suffer and try to accept it ... Individiui that, I'm sure if they met by chance around me seems happy, much happier than me!

There is only one inborn error, and that is to believe that we exist to be happy. It is innate in us, because it coincides with our own existence, and our whole being is nothing but his paraphrase, and in fact our body is his monogram: If we are not that much will to live, the next meeting all Our desire is then what you think with the concept of happiness.

When I have read these words in high school I've made the game, I laughed and joked with my classmates ... my immaturity made me blind.

Arthur Schopenhauer, a man, a philosopher, I wish I had known ... but honestly I've never read one of his works in full, and I'm ashamed!

Antique Wooden Ironing Broads

mad heat, noise of people ... a vein of hatred of all strangers who travel with me on the bus (no air conditioning). You just have to look out the window the view already seen a thousand and one times. And inevitably part of a frightening "Stream of consciousness" ... magically re-emerge from the infinite sea of \u200b\u200bmy mind many, many things ... things that I never even knew she'd thought ...

"So in this immensity my thought is drowned: and sweet to shipwreck in this sea" (Giacomo Leopardi)

And I realize that 2008 is a strange year ... a year that saw me still, or rather, unable to move, that is unable to take over my life and decide the fate ... and I hated for this, because in 20 years we must act at all times, never let himself be trampled passively by time, the bastard slave, master of our destiny, we locked up in mortality, leads us inexorably to the 'last breath (and therefore will still prevail sooner or later ... and it is useless to be told that I am pessimistic !!!!).

"No, No, No, It Was impossible. Her hands clutched the iron in frenzy. Amid the seas she sent a cry of anguish.

` Eveline! Evvy! '

He Rushed and Called to beyond the barrier to follow her. Was He shouted at to go on, But he still Called to her. She September her white face to HIM, passive, like a helpless animal. " (James Joyce, Dubliners)

... and then suddenly everything has changed, my world was literally turned upside down ... I knew the Frank is dead to make room for something new on the scene of my life ...

And who am I no longer know ... and I'm happy! I'm incredibly pleased to be in a crisis ... because the crisis is teaching me to live life really ...

"I returned from the most holy water

rebuilt so as new trees

renew themselves, new foliage,

pure prepared to ascend to the stars. "

(Dante Purgatorio)

All this verbiage to say what?!

on that damn bus, I felt like an ant and I wondered what right I can call myself satisfied by my life ... because all that matters to me, does not count for the rest of the world ... what I think, I feel, I see and feel that has no value ....

So what right, one billion ants, parasites on the planet, we can say that it is satisfied? And then what? Dying slowly day per day, more hurting the rest of the anthill?!

Wedge Pillows For Straight Back Bathtub

consciousness continues to pour

sticky humidity makes my arms: that uncomfortable feeling ... It continues to rain outside, maybe you could run into the garden and make me cool drops that fall slightly from unperturbed and noisy.

Maybe the rain could wash away the sense of unease that I have at this time, I would see it slide down, like an ink stain along the legs to form a black spot on the floor! And back at home with wet clothes, renewed and quiet happy with that bath ... extraordinary! Maybe

the rain could refresh my brain overheated and never falling on the head evaporate (like drops of water fountains when they fall on reflectors that light up) by bringing a bit of a relief! And went inside with her hair disheveled and soaked, stretched and relieved ... pleased with those minutes of drunken happiness!

wish I could try this tarvolgente thrill of being in the rain while everyone else fled away, maybe I could really feel so different, perhaps a po'folle!

Instead I'm sitting at your desk, turn on the computer and start writing ..........

And as I write the sun comes out, without that you understand how it is possible ... the anger of tichettio Rain is already gone, everything is back to normal ...

Walking Stick Ram Horn

Oblivion

NOTICE: The owner of this web of cloth, as you noted, I hope (cioè. .. I hope that at least one unfortunate soul in pain and / or some friends if they are to pass here in the last days), has nothing more interesting to offer ... well ... not to write too much rockin 'volglia with a courtly language (who worshiped at the beginning) everything what goes through my head ...

Also because in truth among all the exams and now they are reduced a bit like White Rabbit ... more always in a hurry!

But I take this opportunity, while I'm here to write to thank a lot of people who are close to me because they are making slightly better this time ... thanks to their hours of study are less heavy than those of sleep drastically reduced!

A kiss to all ... sooner or later I'll write something decent, I promise! :-)