Shiver

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">I had a dream I stood beneath an Orange Sky : Alexi Murdoch Now there's no room for negotiation and none for personally viable imagery. There's neither scope nor time for settlements. What you have now is what you'll hold forever and I wish I could say that you were a part of my scavenged dossier but I've sifted and even hunted in my last few bargained hours, but I found nothing. It's like you never existed. Just as well. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRkWssYntHruF8Af9WzZEtld5oUFdQjpIFezzf-uGQeeowmnn-4dRE99TPpUfPz-5DY-Jmcqvd1wG86gbRbAbvUYmuIaSKY7l0kyVd-LB3Qrs68xX4QxWt8tRL1qYLlQsU89YeYRTnMNR/s1600/anxiety.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRkWssYntHruF8Af9WzZEtld5oUFdQjpIFezzf-uGQeeowmnn-4dRE99TPpUfPz-5DY-Jmcqvd1wG86gbRbAbvUYmuIaSKY7l0kyVd-LB3Qrs68xX4QxWt8tRL1qYLlQsU89YeYRTnMNR/s400/anxiety.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Give me a lie, and I'll live it. Give me a robe and a fancy hat, and I'll don it. Give me a piece of paper and blood instead of ink, and I'll scribe it. Give me frivolity and I'll find a way to conjure short-lived beauty, peace and purity. Give me a pounding heart, and I'll pretend like I never heard it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydsL1zrArecEF_2ViPkV1CwAaKb4lxm79awSUPOPGggt7j0gZJyeGd1KUGgBmjMVKxaUKNbSiyrNZscmY2VSCa5pI0H71g-0BAoGcKChKwzRVyKF0tROGdRuNBbteNZdfBQeRpz9bJZXl/s1600/Heart2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydsL1zrArecEF_2ViPkV1CwAaKb4lxm79awSUPOPGggt7j0gZJyeGd1KUGgBmjMVKxaUKNbSiyrNZscmY2VSCa5pI0H71g-0BAoGcKChKwzRVyKF0tROGdRuNBbteNZdfBQeRpz9bJZXl/s400/Heart2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is us, old with no recourse to the past. What we have now is all we'll ever have. If you look at it through many rose tints you'd find it perfect and that's the best way to look at it. But if you dare lighten the shades... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ztKzR0F6Y7qmCdDEOjDxHNW2GhiYbnQM0AQvaO9ovYgVR_5gP74nEm-sNSiQSleOnHUCU7KQ6MVwOiRusapbwW5LNBQeJ0w0WPERVe-mKASCbQAkGbZEo5DLGM0bEp9me1TcuKhc1Gcx/s1600/P1000387.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ztKzR0F6Y7qmCdDEOjDxHNW2GhiYbnQM0AQvaO9ovYgVR_5gP74nEm-sNSiQSleOnHUCU7KQ6MVwOiRusapbwW5LNBQeJ0w0WPERVe-mKASCbQAkGbZEo5DLGM0bEp9me1TcuKhc1Gcx/s400/P1000387.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You find one place that you hope will let you forget and forgive and forgo. But if you carry all your baggage on your arm, up-sliding into your heart, seeping into your nervous system, and igniting dangerous cells, you can't expect even paradise to set you free. I've seen heaven and I've seen hell and I've seen them simultaneously. The worst part of not having a time lag between witnessing the two, is finding each equally mesmerizing and tempting. The two feelings rendering you unfit for either. When you get sucked into a roller-coaster ride of promise and hope and dejection and failure, you start enjoying the feeling of each. The loss that comes after the highs and the euphoria after the lows. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeshrUyTQNWEDGVBD9ivaIfCQtAy12akZE2P2ilW9fYMOjWDW9RVtft2pgQoGSDm6HvoS6gtKh3-Tjhm6Qai7tx1UrIO-zVOJA2M3hGiO2hZj9H9bFiV4GItC8W7x-EmtJISkxjrHntcT/s1600/heaven-hell.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeshrUyTQNWEDGVBD9ivaIfCQtAy12akZE2P2ilW9fYMOjWDW9RVtft2pgQoGSDm6HvoS6gtKh3-Tjhm6Qai7tx1UrIO-zVOJA2M3hGiO2hZj9H9bFiV4GItC8W7x-EmtJISkxjrHntcT/s400/heaven-hell.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All you had to do was ask. But you wouldn't. All I had to do was tell you. But I didn't. All that ever needed to be done, was untying the cruel knots that fate decided to put in the ropes that at some point would tow us back to each other. Maybe they're still not bad enough. Maybe 10 years later. Maybe not. I hate not knowing. But knowing would make me God. </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzOzhkOCVx7uuofSm-bhyogHJ9glko0JcAXhm_ME3CWPIcxX1y0U6iKYGSfCdknBLlVRbbr1KTWnfV4HjZ1UeUSlasZI2gu1yEp_mYgYipT4texErrO7RaT-zZaP8u77YjXGH7NRNrlz5/s1600/lighten.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzOzhkOCVx7uuofSm-bhyogHJ9glko0JcAXhm_ME3CWPIcxX1y0U6iKYGSfCdknBLlVRbbr1KTWnfV4HjZ1UeUSlasZI2gu1yEp_mYgYipT4texErrO7RaT-zZaP8u77YjXGH7NRNrlz5/s400/lighten.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You're not mine. But I'm yours. And if that's not cruel, what is? </div></div>

Shiver

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Lost are those who are forgotten

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKCYyux2Fgc7B5yUgxqVY0zVOOqLWS-JgyWxwHxARf6fCACZT0YhsPxIKeiW8AADBA8kACo_u2DJstgydrPCvEJu7trav5dMtRgQ9pEpDUuvUO5pQ5QPd67EJLcWF65NlLy3vNdozeLvr/s1600/LoveLife.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKCYyux2Fgc7B5yUgxqVY0zVOOqLWS-JgyWxwHxARf6fCACZT0YhsPxIKeiW8AADBA8kACo_u2DJstgydrPCvEJu7trav5dMtRgQ9pEpDUuvUO5pQ5QPd67EJLcWF65NlLy3vNdozeLvr/s320/LoveLife.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life cannot be better, we say when everything around us goes the way we want it to be. It feels like we have been riding a big airplane-sized car on the straight and plain highway of life. There is no traffic, no stop sign, nothing to distract us. We and our life. We get whatever we want. Life feels picture-perfect. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKCYyux2Fgc7B5yUgxqVY0zVOOqLWS-JgyWxwHxARf6fCACZT0YhsPxIKeiW8AADBA8kACo_u2DJstgydrPCvEJu7trav5dMtRgQ9pEpDUuvUO5pQ5QPd67EJLcWF65NlLy3vNdozeLvr/s1600/LoveLife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D9THFHD2AS-a2yyqNaJXPsLaR87tjjfsBN1e2Pi_fpc75AiZbByNYF580VXjLARmHKQCZobcVF4SDK4SiRvXQOCCwa3K_6kILN7-o2pAApTL-TXaMKmSLIMU6EC3TYHejQ8sZD3Ur0qN/s1600/change-your-life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D9THFHD2AS-a2yyqNaJXPsLaR87tjjfsBN1e2Pi_fpc75AiZbByNYF580VXjLARmHKQCZobcVF4SDK4SiRvXQOCCwa3K_6kILN7-o2pAApTL-TXaMKmSLIMU6EC3TYHejQ8sZD3Ur0qN/s320/change-your-life.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is where we do the prime mistake of our lives. The slip where we are going to slide so hard that  we are going to burst. We do not even realize what we are doing. We climb all the way to the mountains and do not know our way down. This is where life likes to play with us. To play with our emotions and beloved ones. Just to make us stronger. Life just wants us to realize the authenticity and not to forget the sure-happenings of life. Life puts a bump on the super straight highway. A slow-down. Life takes away our beloved ones from us. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDM5yg1McFs6lZ67djwMJK22VTNsquDN7L6BHvYyLTpboj3aXwNNJg_Pb5WnMNnoGkHFtao04ysOuGzW_u8Ea53JT-AR8qm0XJUEkaYa1-8dFyri7vU1KjQZiv6qkFW29_mFTRiCtw7-Kh/s1600/love-life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDM5yg1McFs6lZ67djwMJK22VTNsquDN7L6BHvYyLTpboj3aXwNNJg_Pb5WnMNnoGkHFtao04ysOuGzW_u8Ea53JT-AR8qm0XJUEkaYa1-8dFyri7vU1KjQZiv6qkFW29_mFTRiCtw7-Kh/s320/love-life.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ones without whom our life is meaningless. Ones who ho are actually the wheels of our car which keeps our vehicle running. What should we do in that situation? Give up? I don’t think so. Life itself is so dumb. It just knows few tricks to get us but we are a lot smarter than that. Do not let life play on us but play with life. Tell life how strong we are and we have not forgotten anything. We know our way down and we know that life is not perfect. Tell life that we know we all are in this world to leave. We know that this straight simple way is going to be stony at some place and we will get through it. Sometimes we think that why life chose us to be the victim. Remember we are not the victims, we are blessed ones. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95O4cDCZh0hPitdt1frzdJONuR8uK6yKpe9n3T9Di4ajmZZODHu9cBqIaQmsb5cDNoPq_NWbA1giyDzdym_fc298xdX7aLHpTtb6T1ecw2j7a4DG6NllOx12CZQ2qq_fEHlZt8mLo8exc/s1600/enjoy-life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95O4cDCZh0hPitdt1frzdJONuR8uK6yKpe9n3T9Di4ajmZZODHu9cBqIaQmsb5cDNoPq_NWbA1giyDzdym_fc298xdX7aLHpTtb6T1ecw2j7a4DG6NllOx12CZQ2qq_fEHlZt8mLo8exc/s320/enjoy-life.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life did it to us because we are a lot stronger than other people and we will become inspiration of people. We will become a source of message for other million people and show them that we are living in the real world and we thank God for everything. We obviously miss the lost ones but now we are going to live our own lives because people need us. Because this world needs some good people to be here still to spread the intelligence. Our families need us to support them and we will make proud those who are taken away from us. We did not actually lose them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8b8rheEhKjopvLqlY_KrStwp2A5gC92PXrdMFAgF-uR1Tq-sFyw05btuGzrmMSCLWx4gOPaQqmkqjCZ7NGMrhX_vl04Y9ntGH3j9-bypPlS9smmwVL14m8wRESYnFsmxO-uiNnhLm52m_/s1600/LiveLifeLoveLife.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8b8rheEhKjopvLqlY_KrStwp2A5gC92PXrdMFAgF-uR1Tq-sFyw05btuGzrmMSCLWx4gOPaQqmkqjCZ7NGMrhX_vl04Y9ntGH3j9-bypPlS9smmwVL14m8wRESYnFsmxO-uiNnhLm52m_/s320/LiveLifeLoveLife.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lost are those who are forgotten. They will be there with us, in our memories forever. We will meet them in heaven someday and will spend the never-ending life with them. Everybody loves us. I used “We” all over this little message because it’s not just you. You are not alone. It’s you and me together. It’s we now and forever.</div></div>

Lost are those who are forgotten

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7 Ways To Earn Even After Death

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">1.Give a copy of Quran to someone.Each time they read from it,You gain..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-Z_QrWZt6dGNMIFG3XYoQRBz-y_9Jq4ZQhzwgJGOEcW8dZT3WYXcr9z-16yHeN760WkqkajrxtcQFsTx2Y9xJYomJPQfYk85dtwb8lTrez-gGSdhNojWSPCB1wnwUUh-jQgaHRFMeFOT/s1600/quran.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-Z_QrWZt6dGNMIFG3XYoQRBz-y_9Jq4ZQhzwgJGOEcW8dZT3WYXcr9z-16yHeN760WkqkajrxtcQFsTx2Y9xJYomJPQfYk85dtwb8lTrez-gGSdhNojWSPCB1wnwUUh-jQgaHRFMeFOT/s320/quran.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2.Donate a wheelchair to a hospital.Each time sick person use it,You gain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehz8Iy2Zded-kvcLxTASs-Qy1zQSsohMQ6M1sA9bAF2gkkR3mA_xwiEptQGHfCPiixAdNX6QX46WsClVeYAKQ0o-HtpmtwEbGjosBpEvygAkuwUy-rOrZIEhTHD_-QaSg_NWrCVvh0RqD/s1600/article-page-main-ehow-images-a04-hq-ro-donating-wheelchairs-800x800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehz8Iy2Zded-kvcLxTASs-Qy1zQSsohMQ6M1sA9bAF2gkkR3mA_xwiEptQGHfCPiixAdNX6QX46WsClVeYAKQ0o-HtpmtwEbGjosBpEvygAkuwUy-rOrZIEhTHD_-QaSg_NWrCVvh0RqD/s1600/article-page-main-ehow-images-a04-hq-ro-donating-wheelchairs-800x800.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">3.Teach someone to recite a Dua.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEfhPNQ9kP2_ltzYyhlseichX7FRdu5wDGN_VEm74TqKfJbXpM4veJNt2jnFk5stA7lJ7tg8FLTmGdpxmLZyLSeMn0H2d5BDqyUEgKRggUh3LcOcrYayNPPDvvKfoh55LsZvYdIN5V2JDM/s1600/dua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEfhPNQ9kP2_ltzYyhlseichX7FRdu5wDGN_VEm74TqKfJbXpM4veJNt2jnFk5stA7lJ7tg8FLTmGdpxmLZyLSeMn0H2d5BDqyUEgKRggUh3LcOcrYayNPPDvvKfoh55LsZvYdIN5V2JDM/s320/dua.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">4.Share a Quranic CDs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWrUgD_LWXu2n7MWwIC99IXCW-AS-wQAZPtB3ZqKdQUdHc6ldgvT0VTZdwDgfcnwj3Kfp4LlH7uv4WeSPwkflowCWQpha8DepjS9qPhiIzXBgdYDQcL7U-H2FO2zt9FQcfpSxsOOozYFE/s1600/cd.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWrUgD_LWXu2n7MWwIC99IXCW-AS-wQAZPtB3ZqKdQUdHc6ldgvT0VTZdwDgfcnwj3Kfp4LlH7uv4WeSPwkflowCWQpha8DepjS9qPhiIzXBgdYDQcL7U-H2FO2zt9FQcfpSxsOOozYFE/s1600/cd.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">5.Participate in building a Masjid.</div><div style="text-align: center;">  </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4oC4fKU8rcn_E36Dd26HKUVEvxpVv249RBXewvMYVSdnEMa2AmXx-Rq66jWJBrUzgh3FgSeU5kl76P00HaB3yO-7Q0ZCoqw_iMTvFZr1mFBW_tVj0aWvNu5lXsLiCcLnuDGSBmehxF0M/s1600/masjid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4oC4fKU8rcn_E36Dd26HKUVEvxpVv249RBXewvMYVSdnEMa2AmXx-Rq66jWJBrUzgh3FgSeU5kl76P00HaB3yO-7Q0ZCoqw_iMTvFZr1mFBW_tVj0aWvNu5lXsLiCcLnuDGSBmehxF0M/s320/masjid.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">6.Place water cooler in a public place.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjiKrEiClO6Ic1Y3mdE3a3AbKpQ0VSM4vqNlBihgZ14oOd9RgCG4OPVpR227DoMa1OrBaGas4CpLejXNKXlx8iMncJ2xwiRKHnD6GXn9K-J1a4lhX1Hrbqn8kk5mN-ydPw6xZlupW-tNV/s1600/water-cooler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjiKrEiClO6Ic1Y3mdE3a3AbKpQ0VSM4vqNlBihgZ14oOd9RgCG4OPVpR227DoMa1OrBaGas4CpLejXNKXlx8iMncJ2xwiRKHnD6GXn9K-J1a4lhX1Hrbqn8kk5mN-ydPw6xZlupW-tNV/s1600/water-cooler.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">7.Plant a tree,You gain whenever a person,animal sits in its shade or eats from it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwhB8WOO2L8ak8xfwz9rlkYUY4Q7p2svdFGVIdRbZJuxd8h4eXpg-ksYQCKKUrATnfUCFmI7E3oqI1HfejBfeZZbRQgITbYWLTrxLVDvU3mQPBJCY9ctDIlMUYLIvMY7fBxZEHz2YIVs_-/s1600/plant-tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwhB8WOO2L8ak8xfwz9rlkYUY4Q7p2svdFGVIdRbZJuxd8h4eXpg-ksYQCKKUrATnfUCFmI7E3oqI1HfejBfeZZbRQgITbYWLTrxLVDvU3mQPBJCY9ctDIlMUYLIvMY7fBxZEHz2YIVs_-/s320/plant-tree.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>

7 Ways To Earn Even After Death

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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2p8hz-bGYixELzrp0iMPizsGvEMPNO7xGQRI-85WMiYai1jw3wjD4izAC7inbpQCSYQXlev0bl51Sl-0yy_cnCxqmDbraNL5OBPFod4fk-PnD6QBtw5P0yt8ehtmk8tBvMLFo8ku8LUSs/s1600/barack-obama_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2p8hz-bGYixELzrp0iMPizsGvEMPNO7xGQRI-85WMiYai1jw3wjD4izAC7inbpQCSYQXlev0bl51Sl-0yy_cnCxqmDbraNL5OBPFod4fk-PnD6QBtw5P0yt8ehtmk8tBvMLFo8ku8LUSs/s320/barack-obama_17.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First, I want to make it clear I am not singling out Obama supporters. Nonsense like this happens for all sorts of political elections throughout history and across the globe. The only connection to Barack Obama this really has, is that the images were of Obama supporters. The problem here is not necessarily the candidate (though politicians and political candidates do have a wide array of problems) the problem here is the disturbing reaction as if they are worshiping a God.<br /><br />This situation reminds me of a quote from Ayn Rand's <span style="font-style: italic;">We The Living.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bhcjVFMMtr9MQenVNwXnDGfAGaCF_icTfBSRPTaGhaX1i9p1FDRzcoqHruGZQH7otqqSkmHctG5CVAXXtIa5162HwTBmuQSIECBlslkFQLB1xiZ4DkCeFw8tsFhWMVV-xf7I5MPeExxv/s1600/ayn_rand_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bhcjVFMMtr9MQenVNwXnDGfAGaCF_icTfBSRPTaGhaX1i9p1FDRzcoqHruGZQH7otqqSkmHctG5CVAXXtIa5162HwTBmuQSIECBlslkFQLB1xiZ4DkCeFw8tsFhWMVV-xf7I5MPeExxv/s320/ayn_rand_poster.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><blockquote><b>"Well, if I asked people whether they believed in life, they'd never understand what I meant. It's a bad question. It can mean so much that it really means nothing. So I ask them if they believe in God. And if they say they do -- then, I know they don't believe in life.... Because, you see, God -- whatever anyone chooses to call God -- is one's highest conception of the highest possible. And whoever places his highest conception above his own possibility thinks very little of himself and his life. It's a rare gift, you know, to feel reverence for your own life and to want the best, the greatest, the highest possible, here, now, for your very own."</b></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">These individuals do not love life.They believe the politician is the greatest thing since sliced bread, that the politician makes life worth living. Politicians do not make life better. Government does not make life better. One makes his life better. Improving one's life, achieving happiness, is a personal pursuit. It is not something achieved through government handouts, or politicians' careers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Unfortunately, this is how these individuals are behaving. They believe this particular politician has infinitely improved their lives.  These individuals have ground themselves down into human fodder to prop up the careers of individuals who will orchestrate thievery, murder, and the initiation of force behind a governmental-guise that at a distance appears as legitimacy. These individuals have destroyed themselves. Made themselves nothing more than support beams. Therefore, if their candidate fails, they collapse, for they believe they have no purpose.<br /><br />It is true that a support beam without a platform is useless; however, men are not support beams. Men are never fodder, holding up a creature as a God. Men make their own purpose, by living their own lives, for their own happiness. Reducing one's self to a resource for others, is a complete contradiction of one's nature as an independent reasonable individual; therefore, it can only assure misery.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Consequently, they will become unhappy. Obviously, the opponents supporters are now unhappy, once again because they relied on his success and not their personal accomplishments for happiness. Of course, this process will continue to repeat itself as it has in the passed until individuals' improve their philosophy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5OUoE5w2FKDW8F3ozsBhIxLKEyUMaP7kVRSdIpQeAgwgiEhjO-RWdtGB1SgpkI-HngEtD66lp_ksHjODWmn5tzQh5Ef1zevuPV2mp_VI9Iap9v94twY5RYFPM9PZkdrshx5kMHWXR202/s1600/Pakistani%252BPolitician%252BImran%252BKhan%252BHolds%252BLondon%252BP_-Hug8dS12l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5OUoE5w2FKDW8F3ozsBhIxLKEyUMaP7kVRSdIpQeAgwgiEhjO-RWdtGB1SgpkI-HngEtD66lp_ksHjODWmn5tzQh5Ef1zevuPV2mp_VI9Iap9v94twY5RYFPM9PZkdrshx5kMHWXR202/s320/Pakistani%252BPolitician%252BImran%252BKhan%252BHolds%252BLondon%252BP_-Hug8dS12l.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />However, those that realize this, realize how vicious government is regardless of what color and mascot it is dressed in, will be happy, or have a better potential to be happy than these individuals. The ones who realize this are not relying on any politician to succeed to affirm their own existence. They honestly could not care, or care very little. Instead, they solely care about their own lives, their own happiness. </div></div>

Politicians

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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">When I was child I used to love traveling by trains. Sitting by the window used to be so much fun, during the day as well as during the night. I used to enjoy looking at the green fields, big piles of hay covered with a clay overcoat, goats and cattle running around in the fields and sometimes, when there was a road parallel to the railway line, I used to look at the traffic and see if anyone was willing to race with us. At night time, you can’t see anything outside but if you concentrate, you see light glows popping out of the horizon as if the sun is ready to rise. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6faFaUo9vEqCFfuSCOnXWa3X5K1tNSzTnNCDsJdWbTG_Wkl38Fz5rqDjFqYjr3PQeisdLIlwCD2zOxmp5m99ogrP7wGFqpgBTEU71-cXPDNREVzb5q6CTY3DtjiEVlkzACe0lEnQhuVS/s1600/childhood-innocence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6faFaUo9vEqCFfuSCOnXWa3X5K1tNSzTnNCDsJdWbTG_Wkl38Fz5rqDjFqYjr3PQeisdLIlwCD2zOxmp5m99ogrP7wGFqpgBTEU71-cXPDNREVzb5q6CTY3DtjiEVlkzACe0lEnQhuVS/s320/childhood-innocence.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You may even spot a number of them. These dim glows are the lights at far off places. It could be from a major city, a factory, a lonely house of a farmer who somehow managed to get a generator for his domestic use or from a mosque in a small town.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvBLoxx_mRcYhB98Wjdcc4OMOkZnIlxVUcqrTRfEXxH-QUce1vE42I3hBfmwfd4XENJGryTUilfYxknAdFD8Q10FHS49HhhKLARqFjmB_XMNYbbl-pkZX_QKDWGgy7m_HToD0TCWhXwtG/s1600/childhood-fun-game-527-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvBLoxx_mRcYhB98Wjdcc4OMOkZnIlxVUcqrTRfEXxH-QUce1vE42I3hBfmwfd4XENJGryTUilfYxknAdFD8Q10FHS49HhhKLARqFjmB_XMNYbbl-pkZX_QKDWGgy7m_HToD0TCWhXwtG/s320/childhood-fun-game-527-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These glows used to fascinate me. I would just stare at them and wish that if I were able to fly I would fly to them. I was curious to see how many people would be there and what would they be doing, what would they be thinking. I was curious to know if I was as important to them as they were for me. I was curious to know if they ever wished that they could grow wings and come see me sitting by the window of a train, passing miles away from their town. Such a childish thought</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxDKkWWB7IfZXV2zLvZIbAsvKjIS8d-RXxjWvRPSk9ChsORFHgNQjUVTgPnNhkTQMaQzxYVNboJq5iLHJs2pxJZuDHhVMlhqOnJv6QCR383MEIuLUie7prcvkEHnWRiI_OhwU64Oc5pmr/s1600/clockSky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxDKkWWB7IfZXV2zLvZIbAsvKjIS8d-RXxjWvRPSk9ChsORFHgNQjUVTgPnNhkTQMaQzxYVNboJq5iLHJs2pxJZuDHhVMlhqOnJv6QCR383MEIuLUie7prcvkEHnWRiI_OhwU64Oc5pmr/s320/clockSky.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Time passed by and I grew up. God gave me opportunities to see the world and meet people of every race, religion and language. Had experiences to groom myself, friends to cherish, moments to remember and stories to share. Now when I get to travel in a train and look outside the window I don’t get the same feeling anymore. I no longer feel the curiosity to grow wings and fly to see what lies within a light glow, miles away from our moving train. How do people live there and what are they thinking. Somehow, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxhrsdx79UcXXEEVd2yc5wFAAAk4O7k8aD30v6smZ3WOZbeMnf8eT-cX9gPp7fIdu2lB7CJ5zwrBioNvODT9XspPf07vMASA1tZzOeND0PQ-igiDTq31jJ7FpzIIyIJ7cTwaUu_-XJppo/s1600/Waldorf+Mardi+Gras+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxhrsdx79UcXXEEVd2yc5wFAAAk4O7k8aD30v6smZ3WOZbeMnf8eT-cX9gPp7fIdu2lB7CJ5zwrBioNvODT9XspPf07vMASA1tZzOeND0PQ-igiDTq31jJ7FpzIIyIJ7cTwaUu_-XJppo/s320/Waldorf+Mardi+Gras+030.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Is this a blessing or a curse?</div></div>

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