APOLOGIES TO CUELHO

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end.

If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?

You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill. None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.

Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important. Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.

Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

-paulo coelho

my answer: “my apologies to cuelho…as beautiful as your article is explicit…as difficult it is for me to learn,moreover live by your lessons…”

FUCK you right back

Oh oh oooh no no no

(You know there’s two sides to every story)

See I don’t know why you cryin’ like a bitch talkin’ shit like a snitch Why you write a song ’bout me If you really didn’t care You wouldn’t wanna share Tellin’ everybody just how you feel

×CHORUS× Fuck What I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin’ it didn’t mean jack Well guess what yo, fuck you right back

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow Fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin’ it didn’t mean jack well guess what yo,fuck you right back

You thought you could really make me moan I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha) I had to do your friend now you want me to come back you must be smokin’ crack Im goin’ else where and thats a fact

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud fuck it, I faked it, aren’t you proud? fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back well guess what joe,your sex was wack

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud fuck it,I faked it,aren’t you proud? fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back well guess what your,your sex was wack

ooh ooh uh uh yea

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You questioned did I care maybe I would have if woulda come to me now it’s over but I do admit i’m glad I didn’t catch your crabs I can’t sweat that cause Im not ur hoe

CHORUS fuck What I did, was your fault somehow fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin it didnt mean jack well guess what yo, fuck you right back