I miss the world that doesn't exist anymore.
I miss the childhood that I never had, foods that were never tasty...
I miss the unknown that is dearer to the soul than friends of old.
I miss the high plains in late spring in Wyoming, which I never trod.
I miss the Ocean of California and the sand of Florida where I never lived.
I deem that I feel other people's feelings.
Cannot stop it - thinking they were mine.
But they never were.
Who am I?
When speaking to God, I feel my closest kin in the wind.
Where am I?
Alive only when loving,
only with fire in my lungs - breathing.
Fire of God.
The one who isn't afraid of truth - is the one not afraid of Life.
Silent sigh...
One with the spirit of life.
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First of all, it is called Football. Soccer is the term only in US.
Second of all, you are right about most of the stuff. I grew up in Europe and was breathing Football like all men. But after several decades I lost interest completely. Exactly because of what you described.
Here and there some games would be played in that spirit you were writing about and it would be glorious to watch. Stadiums would went nuts. People were on positive fire.
Then after the game, we would sing for hours on our way home. In the public transit, or by intentionally walking whole night around the city celebrating without incidents.
But those were rare. Unicorn rare occasions.
I lost the interest finally seeing how wimps stole the game. How tricksters and fraudsters were institutionally raised to fake until they make it.
Dishonorable.
Italians and all other countries from South America and other Latin speaking countries from Europe were and are notorious fakers.
They even train how to cheat.
Anyways. The last traces of honorable playing were left in UK, though most of their game is boring as hell.
The Dutch teams were great at some point, Italians are great when winning, awful when loosing. French are only recently being placed on the map (maybe 15ish years), the rest is an occasional thing.
Spanish league was and is strong as their national team but they play dirty.
I had a favorite team in each country and they were great at one point in the past.
Though I never liked Barcelona as a team, I always respected Messi and that legendary team. Last 10+ years of them are like a breath of fresh air.
Anyways...
I am pretty done with all of it now.
They lost the essence of why people watch them in the first place.
If
If you deem to live
You have to die
If you deem to die
You have never lived
Many a time you die daily
Just to be reborn
Whispering voices silent,
Hounding the words without ceasing:
Do not go, do not do, careful.
Stop, wait, do not ask, step over
Don't, flee, take, burn
Hijack, steal, carry away, place it
Slow, fast, no way.
A hum burdening your time
Suckling the innermost spirit of thine.
And then?
The Life is yours, or of voices?
All is death should you hearken
All is life if you're your own.
Should I intend to live,
I must be born again —
Spoken in kin,
Moved within.
The songbirds keenly to your ear sing.
Lord knows about what.
But if…
Only if you decide.
@elonmusk
Слика Срба је компликована као и свака стара слика или фреска која је временом бледела па доправљана како је век по век пролазио.
Ипак суштина је остала, у сваком правом Србину постоји небески завет. Он није религиозне нити политике природе и он је жестоко злоупотребљаван од свих облика власти у Србији.
Сваки сушти Србин је у души Божије дете, слободан човек, неоптерећен дневном политиком.
Ипак, приморан вековним нападима на суштину његову и примораван да силом припадне некој културно државној целини и слици.
Србин свакога може да разуме и да му се прилагоди али њему, тешко.
То је природна категорија.
Необјашњиво врло често и самим Србима који то негде у души осећају.
If we go the the Stars
What shall we bring with us?
To strive, to dare.
Not in blood
But in knowledge and love.
To thread the invisible
And make the starways
We will carry ourselves...
Ever the call of the dawn
Is whispering to leave the yester
To leave the pain behind
Undone.
Ah...the light is calling us!
To the Stars!
@elonmusk
@Jeremy_Homschek@DjokovicFan_ Really? Because he wanted just to be treated as a peer but got booes and spiteful comments?
I remember well the last 20 years, only too well.
When did they start to respect him?
When he beat the daylight out of them and then some.
Some people only understand that language.
@turnertyler8486@DjokovicFan_ Dude is honest. Both Spain and Switzerland are literally west from Serbia and belong to the collective west. If you need more education, say the word.
Oh, your comments are exactly the fuel he used to get him 24 grand slams, 8 years number one and few other "perks".
Thanks bud.
It's really from May until October that is unbearable inside in Paris. Outside it might be a cool day in summer hut the buildings are such that moisture lingers on. So you need an AC to cool or take the edge off for about 5 months. But that's not new, it's for the most of Europe.
Europe is divided into two camps - ones who melt & sweat in the summer claiming about magical two weeks of hot days VS the smart ones.