We forget

Nume:Dungan Emanuela Scoala:Scoala Generala Constantin Savoiu Tg-Jiu Clasa:a VIIIa D Profesor:Natasa Chiriac

The best thing to give to your enemy is forgiveness,to an opponent,tolerance,to a friend,a heart,to your child,a good exemple,to a father,deference,to your mother,conduct thet will make her proud of you,to yourself,respect,to all men,charity!Benjamin Franklin For some time we re-enact histories ... We don`t think at the future ... My existence is what matters, but certainly, as much as the world I live in, without which I can not exist.And when we can not live our future... we create artificial paradises and we are wondering how would be it if ... They all get lost in the scenery, forgetting what is more important, the essence.They become heretics, materialistics, alchemists, with no reason, forgetting the most important things :hope and tolerance. Happiness is always superficial. Life`s dusty piano keys don`t resound melodiously and even if the destiny had other plans,the pride bury the most importants secular values. Human imagination so often opens up endless horizon of human thinking.It turned towards to the darkest corners of the universe . We are able to "cut reality, to transform the nothing dark in sense. We never stopped being humans, we just cultivated our superficiality, we `ve lost ourselves in unnecessary details ,in poinless images. We are far from being the Model Human we want to be and we don`t live in the Model World that was provided in history. But the story doesn`t have the role to fill the void left by historical amnesia? Now the world is full of assassins which have forgotten those who,faces,they loved. [Amelie Nothomb]. Fiction is the human full of illusion and truth ,merged. What many don`t understand is that life`s usefulness is important , not her duration. A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life,and even if every man dies,not every man really livesLife is still too short for all the thoughts we want to think, all the walks we want to take, all the books we want to read, and all the friends we want to see. We don`t realize that the time passes,and never turns back.We don`t live our life in a special wayWe must follow our passion,whatever it takes,however big will be the price that we must pay

We should never forget our parents.They are our rock in the storm.They help us every minute of our life.They give us the best advices,the best reasons to fight with our destiny,to make them proud.The parents are the only true friends,the only persones that loves you without a trace of envy.They form tour upright character,they guide your career whit genius and dexterity,they make you a better man. Life is like a journey. We just started, with a thin wind blowing in our sails when fights break out among the crew. While drifting in the eye of a storm of discontent, each are on their own. Drifting, waiting for help after clinging us any hope, any familiar voice, all we seem less scary. Each life is unique and although we try to play another life scenario, it inevitably fail. It fail because each must have their own scenario, their life, their way of seeing things, their own memories. They need to experiment their feelings, their experiences, create a unique combination of mysterious, something to define them. We love love,we love life,we love our friends,we love our parents,we love smiles,we love butterflies,we love the sun,we love the sea,we love animals,we love to have fun,we love the nature,we love dreams,we love pink things,we love the tales,we love the fairytales,we love the worldBut sometimes we forget to love love,we forget to love life,we forget to love our friends,we forget to love our parents,we forget to love smiles,we forget to love butterflies,we forget to love the sun,we forget to love the sea,we forget to love the animals,we forget tolove the fun,we forget to love the nature,we forget to love dreams,we forget to love pink things,we forget to love tales,we forget to love fairytales,we forget to love the world,we forget to love them allbecause it`s easyer!...And then we forget how to be men

For many it is easier to fly like a fly, but why to send a dream to dreams cemetery when you can fly like a butterfly?...