thank you
for my failures
how else would I know
who I am
and just what
I was made of
thank you
for my failures
how else would I know
who I am
and just what
I was made of
A Total Eclipse of the Art
Life with Art
An Aussie that loves to Roam about our globe #happytravels
ab ovo usque ad mala
In making of a castle on the cloud.
La vita è un’enorme tela: rovescia su di essa tutti i colori che puoi (Danny Kaye)
Poetry Whispers In a Pulchritudinous Dialect
...words and images from England's green and pleasant land...
Know the lived
Photos are NOT mine. Credits goes to their respective owners.If I didn't credit the photo SORRY, that means I couldn't find the owner...❤ My life is my choice! I'm going to live how I want. Good vibes only.
Crafting, Cooking & Journalling through Life
la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Here, Now and Somewhere else
Moda-Creative thinking
Lucania la mia ragione di vita
Perfect said-written truth.
I do learn a lot reading you, the way you write that is and obviously most of what the topic is about.
Thank you, Charly. That’s kind of you to say.
Mr. zdunno, is not out of kindness, you can believe that, it´s more out off selfishness. I read you I learn.
Thank you again, Charly. And I’m glad I help you.
Len,
You hit the nail on the head. Small wonder I have so many painful thumb bruises!
Thank you, Michael, but thumb bruises mean you have been building things so they are well worth it.
Sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while. I have moved from Melbourne to Ballarat and it was quite a wrench and took up a bit of my time. But I always look at your posts and I wish I could have met and married some of those ladies who are always there in the shadows of your posts. In fact we would probably fought over some of them.
I haven’t been as active here lately ever since resigning from the university and taking a job with the Turkish government. Training staff in one of the ministries. Have to commute now to Ankara and spend 4 days there, then 3 days back home in Istanbul. But the job looks potentially to be the best experience yet. Hope things are fine with you. And I prefer to think the women would have fought over us.
I suppose in reality you are thanking your old self for making way for your improvements. Excellent!
One could say that even though one’s old self could not see one’s future self.
I am sure one’s old self was looking for hope which is futuristic. ❤
Wouldn’t it be the shits to be born perfect?
As my mother used to say: “If we were perfect, we’d be in heaven.”
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