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Meibi_114 Purpose.
Meta, desire, effort and commitment, a goal towards which to strive. Attention and concentration ... Voltage, and desire finally fulfilled ... Towards a new destination. Or repeat the experience, depending on. All very
wanting sex ... sublimed, but sexual. This
if there were, in fact, a goal.
In short: if you join you're fine, otherwise you are a failure (the proportion of this depends on many factors guessed).
Hundreds of pounds of paragraphs devoted to authors who preaches, theorize and experiment motivated, experienced and novice actors, strategies, scripts, and things like that.
But he is in the inside pages and the people, always present, because for sure, as a Being who can hear yourself breathe, is felt so real, obvious and predictable, beyond any doubt.
But there is, in fact. At least not for everyone. Neither
short, medium and long term.
And not just because things do not have meaning in themselves, but just because there is as such, nothing comes to nothing.
And if maybe every now and then a flash warm and welcoming ... Well ... The flame goes out after a while, if it can not burn everything at once. O
thinks someone / something to stop it, sooner or later. And after
off never comes back.
To confirm the futility of any attempt to exist in every capacity, every effort.
Many have made those of children, their lives.
Whether by coincidence, delusions, errors, or true belief, they have been a beacon (or a cage, depending), which he led until the inevitable non-return stations. Votes crato a trip to the tracks some quiet, that does not require further decisions than those quotas.
Many realize, however, that what we call objectives, which were nothing but another nail driven into the brain with a hammer. Parents also gave the most skilled children convencendoli hammer, then, to give the shots yourself.
That's fears, failure, hopes and dreams gone another step and social facts are skillfully incorporate unique, just like those children, when in fact they were not and are neinte, although no one has bothered to ask.
Or if you have requested and been able to, also have done everything possible to bend it, break it, pay it off, disintegrate, just to pave the way for "what is right."
Then one day, possibly too late in many ways, you know to be just a lump of anger without knowing why, you realize that you're just flapping his arms making a big mess without moving an inch, and at a certain point, not knowing he had never had either of your objectives, if indeed there have ever been.
turns out that there are ... 're doing something, bringing forth something just because you're there, but they do not belong to you anything.
Nothing at all.
And it is hard to notice, fails governance by inertia, to move towards any direction, let alone the one to which, his time, you had to bet my feet.
does not say anywhere where and how to find a reason, a shred of "why" of objective truth, inner, to give meaning to things that really give the emotion for which you want to wake up in the morning to say "I exist", "I want to do this", "I want to be this kind of person,"
is nothing that is not really there on the horizon and every day a step closer.
No author touches the problem, which seems not to exist.
Objectively, no.
M. 
Meta, desire, effort and commitment, a goal towards which to strive. Attention and concentration ... Voltage, and desire finally fulfilled ... Towards a new destination. Or repeat the experience, depending on. All very
wanting sex ... sublimed, but sexual. This
if there were, in fact, a goal.
In short: if you join you're fine, otherwise you are a failure (the proportion of this depends on many factors guessed).
Hundreds of pounds of paragraphs devoted to authors who preaches, theorize and experiment motivated, experienced and novice actors, strategies, scripts, and things like that.
But he is in the inside pages and the people, always present, because for sure, as a Being who can hear yourself breathe, is felt so real, obvious and predictable, beyond any doubt.
But there is, in fact. At least not for everyone. Neither
short, medium and long term.
And not just because things do not have meaning in themselves, but just because there is as such, nothing comes to nothing.
And if maybe every now and then a flash warm and welcoming ... Well ... The flame goes out after a while, if it can not burn everything at once. O
thinks someone / something to stop it, sooner or later. And after
off never comes back.
To confirm the futility of any attempt to exist in every capacity, every effort.
Many have made those of children, their lives.
Whether by coincidence, delusions, errors, or true belief, they have been a beacon (or a cage, depending), which he led until the inevitable non-return stations. Votes crato a trip to the tracks some quiet, that does not require further decisions than those quotas.
Many realize, however, that what we call objectives, which were nothing but another nail driven into the brain with a hammer. Parents also gave the most skilled children convencendoli hammer, then, to give the shots yourself.
That's fears, failure, hopes and dreams gone another step and social facts are skillfully incorporate unique, just like those children, when in fact they were not and are neinte, although no one has bothered to ask.
Or if you have requested and been able to, also have done everything possible to bend it, break it, pay it off, disintegrate, just to pave the way for "what is right."
Then one day, possibly too late in many ways, you know to be just a lump of anger without knowing why, you realize that you're just flapping his arms making a big mess without moving an inch, and at a certain point, not knowing he had never had either of your objectives, if indeed there have ever been.
turns out that there are ... 're doing something, bringing forth something just because you're there, but they do not belong to you anything.
Nothing at all.
And it is hard to notice, fails governance by inertia, to move towards any direction, let alone the one to which, his time, you had to bet my feet.
does not say anywhere where and how to find a reason, a shred of "why" of objective truth, inner, to give meaning to things that really give the emotion for which you want to wake up in the morning to say "I exist", "I want to do this", "I want to be this kind of person,"
is nothing that is not really there on the horizon and every day a step closer.
No author touches the problem, which seems not to exist.
Objectively, no.
M.
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