Most mortals complains about the malevolence of nature. Because we are destined to a moment of eternity, the time given to us run so fast and quick, except for very few, life would abandon all even in the midst of preparations for life.The life is short, long, art. Aristotle was nature: animals, she gave so much time of life that they survive for five or ten generations, the man born to so many and such great achievements, a threshold is much closer. Not the short time we have, but we lost him too. When not employed in any good, then finally forced by fate, we feel that it already passed us by without our perceived.
We complain about the nature? She proved to be benevolent: life, if you know how to use it, is long. But an insatiable greed takes over ownership of one another, a painstaking dedication to useless activities, an ambition always dependent on the opinions of others exhausted, an uncontrollable desire to trade leads that go to all lands and all seas in the hope profit. Some have not defined where to direct your life and destiny surprises them exhausted and yawning, so I do not doubt. Little is part of the life we live. For all the rest is not life, but time. Nobody claimed anything for himself, all consume each other's lives. Nobody belongs to himself. And so is the height of folly to some indignation: they complain of the disdain of their superiors because they had no time to go to when they wished. No reason to ask for favors your accounts to anyone who is, since when did not wished to be with one another, but you could not be with you.
All the spirits that ever shone consent to this one point: never tire of it any wonder with the blindness of human minds. Do not support that properties be invaded by anyone. And if there is little disagreement about the extent of its boundaries, men resort to stones and guns, allow others to meddle in their lives, to the point where they induce their own future thinkers.
Have lived as if you were to live forever, never occurred to you you are fragile, not notais how much time has passed, you lose it like it was plentiful and abundant, while that same day that is given to the service of another man or something else is the latter. As mortals, ye terrified of everything, but crave everything as if we were immortal. One of the basic mistakes is to forget the man's own mortality. Hear many say, fifty years old I will take refuge in idleness, at sixty will be free of my burden. Not ashamed for you to book only the remains of life and dedicate to meditation only age that no longer serve for anything more? How late you begin to live when it is time to stop doing it. And from that point, which arrived a few, want to start living!
The man does not know and would be difficult to learn that his certainty, the only certainty is death.
We complain about the nature? She proved to be benevolent: life, if you know how to use it, is long. But an insatiable greed takes over ownership of one another, a painstaking dedication to useless activities, an ambition always dependent on the opinions of others exhausted, an uncontrollable desire to trade leads that go to all lands and all seas in the hope profit. Some have not defined where to direct your life and destiny surprises them exhausted and yawning, so I do not doubt. Little is part of the life we live. For all the rest is not life, but time. Nobody claimed anything for himself, all consume each other's lives. Nobody belongs to himself. And so is the height of folly to some indignation: they complain of the disdain of their superiors because they had no time to go to when they wished. No reason to ask for favors your accounts to anyone who is, since when did not wished to be with one another, but you could not be with you.
All the spirits that ever shone consent to this one point: never tire of it any wonder with the blindness of human minds. Do not support that properties be invaded by anyone. And if there is little disagreement about the extent of its boundaries, men resort to stones and guns, allow others to meddle in their lives, to the point where they induce their own future thinkers.
Have lived as if you were to live forever, never occurred to you you are fragile, not notais how much time has passed, you lose it like it was plentiful and abundant, while that same day that is given to the service of another man or something else is the latter. As mortals, ye terrified of everything, but crave everything as if we were immortal. One of the basic mistakes is to forget the man's own mortality. Hear many say, fifty years old I will take refuge in idleness, at sixty will be free of my burden. Not ashamed for you to book only the remains of life and dedicate to meditation only age that no longer serve for anything more? How late you begin to live when it is time to stop doing it. And from that point, which arrived a few, want to start living!
The man does not know and would be difficult to learn that his certainty, the only certainty is death.
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