Will I live to see my perfect morning? Will I see my dreams of future come true? The riches, recognition, power and completely impolite satisfaction with life? I hope so. But as Architect once said: "Hope is the quintessential part of human being - simultaneously the source of his greatest strength and greatest weakness."
Maybe I will end my so far quite promising life in a few minutes by being hit by some truck. And in a few days you will hear somebody in my funereal say: "Such a shame, so great potential is wasted in a way like this." Arrogance, of course.
Maybe I will end my so far quite promising life in a few minutes by being hit by some truck. And in a few days you will hear somebody in my funereal say: "Such a shame, so great potential is wasted in a way like this." Arrogance, of course.
Es laikam atdotu visu, lai manās bērēs teiktu "Such a shame, so great potential is wasted..", nevis.. nu jā. "Spirinājās, spirinājās, a jēgas ta nekādas."
Un to "in a way like this" mēs vienmēr varam koriģēt ;)
Protams, es nonāku nelielās pretrunās ar sevi, jo vēlos laimi, bet nevēlos tās blaknes. Visticamāk arī perfektajā rītā es domāšu - lūk tagad derētu ķerties klāt kkam labi kreptīgākam par to, kas ir bijis līdz šim.