User talk:Rushdie2000

If not possible, why not to dream about it.. It’s just fine and pristine to elaborate in a topic that has a poor relevance to the intrinsic minded cultural wave that infects our society. The death of an idea, the death of a human being, the death of poetic writing is not usually taken our of content, its just death, the end, the final chapter, needless to say, life keeps moving, death is forgotten and its seams like nothing ever happen, then death brings death again, the death of memory, the death of honor, and the uplift of shame and deception, like no other, the human race likes to forget the loved ones, it hurts to much to live on the past, its just logical to bury and forget what is gone, what come from dust in dust ends, which is fine, but an idea did not came from dust, nor to dust must return, an idea leaves and linger longer than human flesh, lingers from generation to generation with some time alterations that cause the idea to form and shape according to the circumstances of the moment. But then again the human flesh kills ideas or tries to unfold new interpretations to those surviving ideas which at the end it’s the same as death. Simple enough not quite as easy to understand, nobody other than a butcher is very familiar with death, the death of others will bring fear to you heart but gladly, you'll soon find yourself killing that memory and disposing your heart from that fear, from that uncertainty; all of this can be called healing, moving on, facing life with an upstream attitude and coming ahead of the wave, by others, this can be an act of irresponsibility than only cowards are capable of doing. This covet of projecting life as a whole gather of great memories and great moments its what keeps the human race alive, this is what brings hope and draws great futures.

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