Born years ago/
Older I am growing/
Some day I will die
Meanwhile I have two bloody blogs too(they 're mostly in Greek) !
https: //poihsh-palh.blogspot.com/ (this one is about poetry, cinema, music, circus etc.)
Life is a long line of sorrows with tiny little breaks of happiness. Then, we die.
I know many people who have the poise of a philosopher but a few who have such intellect.
The art of the clown is to hide rivers of tears under a pond of smile
The louder the laughter the more bitter the tears
Seriousness is a deadly poison that kills life slowly
How can you talk to people about God
When you don't hear His voice in the cicadas' singing?
How can you immerse yourself in ongoing prayer
When the melody of crickets doesn't bring you in katanyxis?
How can you leave the world's worries
When you don't envy a snakeskin?
How can you teach about humility and simplicity
When the life of the sparrow seems so strange to you?
Listen to God as He whispers
And stop shouting to others about Him.