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Hello reader,

Tonight, I need to speak. The cause of this disorder is that a friend is suffering from an incurable disease who will lead eventually to death. He does not know how many time, doctors do not know.

is the first time I feel such sadness, distress, bewilderment. I am helpless, I can not do anything. No magic, no miracles, no nothing, and gives me the moral bottom of sock.

I may have erred. I am caught in this trap, I put the emotions and I can not be properly managed to protect myself. I'd like to put myself into a ball and tell me that this is not true. I will like that qqun caressing my head and tell me that this is only a bad dream. I'm in a rage inside me that helplessness, the invalidity of medicine does able to do anything.

I'm afraid, I hurt, I have the blues and I hope that by these words, they help me cope.

But at the same time the rational me says he remains a few years to live. And if I can make sure they are beautiful, I will ... but for now, it's not really what I feel.

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Hello reader,

Tonight, a story. It is not mine, but I scored enough for me to retain you and I pound.

It was once a wise and good man. He had his best round to bring joy, happiness or, If nothing else, reduce the miseries of people. But nothing is as immortal, one day he died.

Arriving before St. Peter, the latter told him he would go to heaven. But before that, and because it was really good during his life, he grants a wish. The man took the time to think. He finished by asking St Peter to show him hell. St. Pierre was surprised, but he agreed.

Once in hell, the man saw a large house. He went in and discovered a huge banquet hall. On the tables smoked delicacies and refined. Each host of the banquet was provided with a pair of chopsticks two meters long. Obviously, equipped with this kind of tools to eat, he could not. The pieces eventually seized land and they could not bring them to their mouths. The man stood watching the scene at length, then it went away.

St. Pierre then led to heaven. There, the man found a large house. Entering, he saw also a banquet hall. The dishes looked delicious as hell and that each host also had a pair of two meter sticks. The only difference is that instead of struggling to feed themselves, guests ate the person who was on the other side of the table.

Man seated at the table, seized the rods and is excited to be fed in front of him, delighting himself of food offered by her partner for eternity. --- End ---



Every story, there is a moral. It is different for everyone, but we can all learn from stories. The moral I take from this story is that by wanting to fill their bellies without thinking of others, we always end up hungry and never to satisfy. As if we did a little attention to others, we will never go hungry. And what is more, they often surprise us by their originality and their ideas.

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History # 2 # 1 The human mind

Hello reader,

Tonight, one question nagging me in mind. Do I have a soul?

foremost, we must define what a soul. I will fall for my own definition: The human soul is what allows humans to feel emotions.

With this definition, there are ways to begin to think, but we need a test subject and there is no better than Be yourself. So that I'm doing guinea pig and observer.

I have a soul. I laugh, I cry, I hurt, I'm happy, I fear, etc ... So, following the definition, I have a soul. Yet one thing
bothers me. I do not feel anything when listening to music. I do not feel transported by the notes, I do not feel lighter, I do not vibrate. The music itself does not bring me anything, except a case of plugging the hole, a presence to hide the loneliness.

However, some songs, melodies and choruses make me vibrate because they are connected to memories and those memories are emotionally charged and, suddenly, the emotions that make me live these songs are identical to those of my memories.
For those who do not understand, get a glass of water, it has no taste, odor or color and it tends to go unnoticed. But add it a little strawberry syrup and it has all the qualities required to appeal to children and adults greedy. This finding love me

impacted, "are what my soul is full? Es what it has various degrees of sensitivity? Es it evolves? Es that can change "really"?

If we take the hit classic soul-sisters, it meant that our souls are not complete. Buddhists say it is constantly evolving, being modified at the discretion of reincarnations, like a growing plant. What is it really and what about my soul?

If I resumed my definition on the music, I think I have no soul. The music helps me just to remember something.

And you drive? Did you miss your souls? Did you also bring back the stands? What do you think?