I have a friend; this friend knows who they are; this friend is an old friend rediscovered, to realize that she is someone new, someone who has made me stop to notice the autumn leaves turning orange, brown and red. Something we all take as a given, it happens every year, but have you ever paused in order to really notice the small things? The ones that color our lives and carry more meaning than just getting up to sit in traffic to go to work each morning… There is so much more to life if you just allow yourself to open your eyes, to embrace the small things, and really take notice for a change.
Okay enough of getting all philosophical. So where do I begin – what is the story of “The Crazy Life of Me-ryk I want to tell? I don’t know yet but I will figure it out on the way. There are so many things to say, so many things to do and so many places to go that I don’t know where one would get enough time to do so, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. You have to start somewhere and build your way up, go somewhere new to be inspired to see new things… And we all have to start somewhere…. So with all that possibility how can you say life is not peachy????
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Hi,
Goeie werk, bly buite die boks en waardeer die kleiner dinge in ons lewens - dit is tog hulle wat die meeste saakmaak na al die geld karre en huise - hoe kan jy dit geniet as daar niemand worth while is om dit mee te deel nie.
Cool, sal weer lees.
Life is Peachy... add some cream and life becomes fucking amazing!
Here comes the thing.... when its spring again and the summer sun is on your face... will you remember the days and moments when everything went grey, cause if you dont then summer will not be the same, the beauty of the summer will not remind you how beautiful it is. (so my point is eat peaches cause peaches are good for you, even the ones with worms in them!)
P.S. I fucking HATE winter, because its so cold, so dry, so colourless (even though brown is a colour!) and so so not pleasant, and some how i feel my soul adapts itself to its surroundings, so winter becomes a time of standing bare, colourless and cold within myself, i can either rake up all the dead leaves, admire their beautiful colours, or i can suffer in silence longing for the summer sun!... i choose to rake it up... knowing that soon its gonna get cold..and lonely, but i need this i need my winter, i wouldnt be able to grow within my self if my seasons dont come and go
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