No, absolutely no particular reason for it.
Except that I am alive, that I have a family that loves me, that we are healthy...
That I remembered, for once, that this might be my last day on earth, I mean, I hope not, but you never know...that there are people in this world who don`t wake up in cozy beds like I do, they don`t have bookshelves full of books, they don`t have colour TV-s, they don`t have a cat just because they can afford one, not even a cup of simple coffee...
I am grumpy to many times, complain about this, worry about that and today - I simply don`t want to be that way.
I refuse to watch or read the news, no, not because I`m ignorant, but becuase one man can do so little about whatever bad is happening...
So, I`ll just do the best I can in my life - if I see a beggar today, I will give him some money...If somebody asks me " if I have an extra smoke " I want be a smart aleck like usually and tell him that " they don`t come with extras "...
I`ll be gentle..I`ll be naive..I will smile a lot...even be silly...
Just because I am happy. No reason for it, I will just be happy.
It`s not going to do a lot of good for the world, but this is the best I can do to make at least some people feel better...
Might not be importand in the great scheme of things...but, I will do it anyway...
And try to do so tommorw, and the day after, and they day after...and maybe, just maybe..some day it will matter in that great scheme...
I`ll try my best...
Rudyard Kipling
" If "
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!




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