Give a person a jacket and they'll be warm for an evening but light a person on fire and they'll be warm for the rest of their life.
More like we are making monotonous memories which just repetition of our day to day life and no significant event associated to it. Like for example, a guy, whose school ended 8 years ago. Now 14 years of school days he might remember those days when he bunked classes, or did some mischief with friends, punishments and other memory which have some event associated to it some faintly others clearly and not the regular days.
Same goes on as we disassociate ourselves from festivals and family reunions and other events as we grow up. And our daily life is more or less repetition of same things over and over thus we have low retention and feel like this particular instance was like few days, week or months ago.
Same goes on as we disassociate ourselves from festivals and family reunions and other events as we grow up. And our daily life is more or less repetition of same things over and over thus we have low retention and feel like this particular instance was like few days, week or months ago.
If those not faltered by hardships are called the heroes, then who should they go to for help when they are in pain?
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
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There are no great men, only great challenges that ordinary men are forced by circumstances to meet.
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The world is grey, the mountains old
The forge's fire is ashen-cold.
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls.
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dรปm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere.
There lies his crown in water deep
Til' Durin wakes again from sleep.
The forge's fire is ashen-cold.
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls.
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dรปm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere.
There lies his crown in water deep
Til' Durin wakes again from sleep.
Freedom is not cheap and those, who are not ready to pay, end up becoming slaves.
Kids who have never seen peace and kids who have never seen war have different values.
When things are in danger, someone always has to give them up, so others can keep them.
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