Loved by few...Hated by many...Respected by all.
Once you've taken a few punches and realize you're not made of glass, you don't feel alive unless you're pushing yourself as far as you can go.
There's a passage I got memorized,
seems appropriate for this
situation: Ezekiel 25:17. "The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother's keeper and the finder
of lost children. And I will
strike down upon thee with great
vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy
my brothers. And you will know my
name is the Lord when I lay my
vengeance upon you."
Computergames don't affect kids
I mean: if Pacman affected our generation as kids,
we'd all run around in darkened rooms eating pills
and listening to repetitive music...
I'm forever blowing bubbles..Pretty bubbles in the air..They fly so high..They reach the sky...And like my dreams they fade and die...Fortunes always hiding, I've looked every where...I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air!
