Where Is A Good Place To Scooter

over losing.

in his life but you lose more than that to win.
You lose your childhood, the unprejudiced, the innocence, the little things lose their luster. You lose friends, family members, you lose yourself again and again you lose faith, hope and, above all, one loses the love.
Nothing remains for eternity.

One loses, loses and loses. Wherever you look, people lose. Hang old things for which they once had, but they must now regret. Be it one time before in wealth, attention, the young years. Let it is a person who moved away, gone away or even died. Whether it's a feeling, a moment for some time. What good is it to cling to something that will disappear again? What good is it to trust one, to drop in the belief that one will always keep? What use is it to you when there is no Time, no constant, no peace? Rest in the course of time, peace in the expectations, peace in life.

One is forced to lose himself again and again. In order to integrate adapt contemporaries, to be able to. Always have to give up something of himself, something to give, always need to convert to keep the ability to to. You can never be a naked soul that we were just in a moment of our lives. Never can we unite all facets of us. We never can be the person we are, what we are but have no idea. One can not know who you are. How is one to know it too may of our thousands of pages? As you can see in the mirror and see all the facets together? When you see not just the one facet that we see ourselves and perhaps see even want / can? Others see, it's not something completely different? And this view is divided several times. Where, where we can, as seeing the person we are?
Without any character without influence, no opinions or regulations. Where we can be still undescribed?

Because in life, you can no longer be blank. Really, really about nothing more we can really make our own opinion. We lean on to something that already exists. We copy form in order to fit in, but are not new, not unimpressed. While we must constantly change or sometimes do, we lose ourselves. Lose more from the man that we could have been. While getting the chance to be someone else, whether better or worse does not matter, but while we get this way is that someone else is just not own
The person that you are yourself, there is no fluid mechanics to theoretical, since we just in this life we are. We are although we are, yet we have changed so much, adapted, lost that one could even be anyone else.

change is just another synonym for losing. Change is always that one gives up something and you reached for something new. If you simply lose changes and is satisfied with the alternative, perhaps even with the alternative more than satisfied. One can see also the case that you win. Of experiences, feelings and experiences. One gains knowledge, money and people. Man wins, wins and wins. And yet things can be behind it, you miss that one has liked / had that have shaped one, which have a simple accompanied only. You lose so much one also wins. You lose.
lose Maybe you have in life is to find out to who we really are. Maybe this is just the way to lose there. But it can not be possible to have that behind all this lies not lose the sense that it must be so. Surely that losing us fills us with the full, what we should be.

I was and am still so close to madness, as never before. I feel his presence beside me, before me, behind me and especially me. I feel when he is behind me, as his breath touches my neck, when he walks beside me, as his touch give me goose bumps when he stands before me, his eyes screened disappointed me. But most of all I feel it in me. Feel how he dismantled my mind, fire places and pushing my mind in the corner And all the madness just because the question. Who am I? No answer there, at least no answer that encompasses the whole truth. I've had enough of partial truths, only sections. I've had enough of losing.