Hope by Emily Brontë

Hope Was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish-hearted men. She was cruel in her fear; Through the bars one dreary day, I looked out to see her there, And she turned her face away! Like a false guard, false watch keeping, Still, in strife, she whispered peace; She would sing while I was weeping; If I listened, she would cease. False she was, and unrelenting; When my last joys strewed the ground, Even Sorrow saw, repenting, Those sad relics scattered round; Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again!

Tu nu stii, dar copacii toti te cunosc. Nu te judeca.Te observa doar, in tacere. Tu nu stii, dar luna te urmeaza in fiecare noapte. Chemandu-te, uneori, in lumea viselor printre umbre de stele si fire de timp. Tu nu stii, dar pana si soarele, se amuza zarindu-ti chipul mohorat si posac. Iar vatul, scutura cu spaima conturul de lumina asezat pe buzele tale. Lasa-ti pleoapele sa cada si nu intreba de ce. Dormi doar.Si lasa-te purtat de vise. Gandul la tine ma face sa ma simt intotdeauna ca acasa.

The streets are filled with sorrow and people drift away... Remorse, melancholy and superstitions fill one's day. Contagious and corrupted, But then I've never seen A place with no hopes but full of fantasy. I've closed myself away, locked the door too. And if I still don't like it I'll close my window too.

NU. Poate in majoritatea intamplarilor, situatiilor zilnice, este cuvantul care ne "ajuta" sa devenim din ce in ce mai frustrati, interiorizati si incarcerati intr-o rutina care eventual nu ne va aduce decat regret. Da. Stim cu totii ca alegerile pe care le facem ne contureaza prezentul si mai ales viitorul si ne coloreaza viata, fie placut si armonios, fie in simplul, fadul si nemuritorul gri. Dupa varsta de 18 ani, cred ca una din cele mai importante alegeri este cea referitoare la oamenii din viata noastra, oamenii in care avem sau nu incredere, cei fata de care confesam sau cei de ale caror sfaturi tinem sau nu cont. In fond, prietenii pe care ii pastram alaturi, ne vor fi ca o a doua familie in decursul anilor. Vorba aia:oamenii care au prieteni, au o viata mai lunga si mai frumoasa. Eu cand spun NU, mizez pe o falsa siguranta pe care cuvantul o ofera.NU=mai putine batai de cap, calmitate, SIGURANTA, fara surprize neplacute si haos. Fals. Stim cand, si mai ales cui, sa spunem da si cui NU? De cele mai multe ori habar n-avem! Timpul ne preseaza, oamenii, situatiile ne forteaza si clacam. Consecintele sunt cele care, willy-nilly, ne bat la usa si ne dau de inteles daca am dat-o in bara regeste. Viata e ca un puzzle de 1001 de piese, pe care trebuie sa il terminam, fara a vedea macar inainte imaginea de pe cutie. Baba oarba. Si totusi, ce placere si ce zambet mai poti schita, atunci cand zilele ti se scurg asemanator? Suna un prieten care stie sa te faca sa zambesti, scrie, asculta-ti muzica preferata, deseneaza, danseaza! Sau NU. Atat timp cand esti fericit. Un lucru stiu sigur: viata e a dracului de scurta ca sa fie irosita in tristete. TU, cel care stai apatic, observand doar viata, fara de replica, esti fericit?

Things are changing,folks! And they're changing way too fucking fast!
Old friends become nothing but a memory,new friends become a huge pain in the ass,the image of the future it's not the one I imagined when I was still a careless student and it creeps me out!
No doubt,a little bit of cleaning is required.Rearrange my priorities,cut some things off the list,maybe add some new ones,but,most importantly,be so fucking careful on how I choose my friends,'cause time is ticking away and one day I'll wake up with nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth and sure as hell I don't want that(again).
Just ask yourselves this:"Is it worth it?"

Though the road is empty,
I will find my way among the ashes;
and though my heart's collapsing,
I will find the light in the tempest of my soul.
'Cause in the end nothing else matters,
and in the end we all become dust in the wind.
The world that once was my oyster
will be nothing but a distant memory
in the ocean of my universe.
Everything ceases to exist.
The rest is silence.