How To Say Best Wishes In Arabic

When I was fourteen I wanted to be manga. He dreamed of someday traveling to Japan and go to work as an assistant in a study to prove my self worth and gain popularity. Drawing comics without stopping, sent them to magazines, featured contests, struggle to build my dream from below, from the most humble foundations. I wanted to have a hairy boyfriend to play at a heavy group wanted to be more to go live with F. shared a wonderful room overlooking a patio lights, or wherever he went. Wanted, wanted, wanted.

But one day, put my dreams aside and decided to ask for what?

And all vanished.

was a silly dream. It was a light sleep. Perhapss even selfish. But it was my dream.

And now I have nothing to pursue. Study to get a job that does not enslave me too, but I think that school to work for years and hope to someday retire to a life goal aberrant, absurd.
road because I have my hand to the people I love, love way, but that love is also doomed to extinction, by force or by their own exhaustion. And only bring more pain.
enjoy appreciating the beauty of the world, I enjoy watching the delicate flower of a dandelion, I enjoy listening to the murmur of the waves and feeling the wind caress my hair. But I do not understand why amid all that beauty. I do not understand what my role, except lour chains. For the first string is our own body, threatening, vulgar, stale, and the string that ties us down and prevents us from being part of something truly great, eternal and imperishable. For the second string is our mind, our supposed intelligence turned into arrogance and stupidity, blind us into believing that we are unique, superior, masters of all that our eyes can cover, when in fact we are the greatest scourge the world has undergone . I would not fight a wolf pack to make me a hole in a pedestal that no longer interests me, because I have become afraid of another wolf. And even the wolves devour each other. Because of selfishness, pride and greed are born all the other chains that preventMan becomes ever free. We envy the birds and manufacture of wax wings to fly, but we can never be like them. Today

review, study and play in shaping the lock that suffocate me tomorrow. But claiming the meaninglessness of life is not an excuse to escape, right?

is just keep walking, like a robot, but like a robot too aware. And clean rust from sweat to paralyze the machinery, a machinery millimeter accurate and repeatable, carefully calculated performance. The parts that stop working end in the dustbin.