I should be thankful,
To be able to live the way I do To not rely on my parents To no longer suffer from abuse This is the way I make a living But it's hard for me to show up. It's hard to explain it, How I feel is tangled up.
I want to live in a book plot.
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Challenge me intellectually
Inspire me spiritually Support me emotionally Excite me physically
Why do I restart my life once a year?
Restrict myself from growing, Whenever conflict appears I'm not passionate about anything Restarting is easier than keeping on. Even though I just want to be done I start over
The child in me asks
Will we ever find passion She had big dreams and was determined to aim for them. The adult me feels sad She doesn't know what to say How do you explain pain, How do you explain disappointment?
I've been trying to do the inner child work in therapy, but it's really confusing. I find myself always listening to something to avoid the voice.
Office is a place
of meeting where people talk -- and that creates work.
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet" ("A Frisian does not cry", 1980, Gerrit Krol), Prologue
Collection "Rasping ants"
Hurdles and trials
Deadlines and bills, stress galore, Find me an angel
- David Cunha
december 28, 2023 12:34 p.m.
These are caring days.
Eating, working and bathing -- These are perfect days.
Film "Perfect days" (2023, direction Wim Wenders, screenplay with Takuma Takasaki)
Song "Perfect Day" (1972, Lou Reed, album "Transformer"), but without ****** Collection "Summer birds"
At times I wish I didn't care
and didn't feel anything too deep but if i refused to care at all I wouldn't be here, I wouldn’t be me. Many things I see, I find pre-defined A darkness is left, the kids aren’t alright Yet within the chaos, the shot of hope gleams A chance for redemption, before the final dream. My love unveils both joy and sorrow A kaleidoscope of emotions for today and tomorrow Even in depths of despair, resilience rises Shadows and trials end with silver-lined surprises. To feel deeply is my way to truly live A tapestry weaves the stories I have to give For even in shadows, my light does grow My heart guides me to what the truth knows. So I seek to embrace the highs and lows Through my rivers of tears, a garden grows In vulnerability, I find a reality Worthy of bonding with all humanity.
When the flesh is tired, the spirit will move on
So, work young one Work Work while you still have the strength Today you can, tomorrow you may not The spirit still abides So work