Te mos rrosh.
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Ndryshuar për herë të fundit nga ABSOLUTE : 01-08-2008 më 21:33
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!
tE RROSH QE ÇKE ME TE PSE LINDA PER TE JETUAR E QE KESHTU DO JETOJ DERI KUR MOS MOR FRYM .
PARTIZONI
Te Rrosh Sa Te Jesh Gjakll !!!!!!!!!!!
To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
monologu i famshem i hamletit eshte krejtesisht i koncentruar ne gjendjen tone te jo egzistences e cila do te ishte e preferueshme per ne.tani nese vetevrasja na ofrohet ne,alternativa "to be or not to be" shtrihet perpara me gjithe kuptimin e fjaleve,mund te jete zgjedhur nga ne si nje fund shume i deshirueshem.ka diçka tek ne, sidoqofte,qe nuk eshte keshtu,qe ky nuk eshte fundi i gjerave,qe vdekja nuk eshte nje anihilim absolut.
dhe shekspiri vazhdon
To be, or not to be, I there's the point,
To Die, to sleepe, is that all? I all:
No, to sleepe, to dreame, I mary there it goes,
For in that dreame of death, when wee awake,
And borne before an euerlasting Iudge,
From whence no passenger euer retur'nd,
The vndiscouered country, at whose sight
The happy smile, and the accursed damn'd.
But for this, the ioyfull hope of this,
Whol'd beare the scornes and flattery of the world,
Scorned by the right rich, the rich curssed of the poore?
The widow being oppressed, the orphan wrong'd,
The taste of hunger, or a tirants raigne,
And thousand more calamities besides,
To grunt and sweate vnder this weary life,
When that he may his full Quietus make,
With a bare bodkin, who would this indure,
But for a hope something after death?
Which pusles the braine, and doth confound the sence,
Which makes vs rather beare those euilles we haue,
Than flie to others that we know not of.
I that, O this conscience makes cowardes of vs all,
Lady in thy orizons, be all my sinnes remembred.
Të rrosh, po si mos të rrosh, kur Zoti është ai qe vendosë. Po rro si rrohet, duke punuar, mësuar, aktivizuar në fushat reale të jetës dhe duke reflektuar vetëm rreze pozitive aty ku jetosh dhe për rreth.
Burim kyq i varfërisë është përtacia, raste shumë më të rralla bënë pjesë shëndeti. Shëndeti i ligë e ka burimin në përtaci, ndërsa përtacia e ka burimin në mendjën e sëmuar. "Mendja e shëndoshë në trup të shëndosh". Rro pra, mos qaj kokën për vdekje, se atë detyrë e ka tjetërkush.
Tjesh gjall ( dhe vetem kaq ) ndryshe perkthehet vegjetativ...qenie qe harxhon ajrin kot me kot.
Te jetosh do te thote te marresh ajrin e dikujt tjeter...ta perdoresh ate ne mushkrit e tua...te besh te qarkulloj gjakun...te mendosh...dhe te vesh ne levizje trupin tend me qellim te arrish extazat e tua shpirterore
Jo cdokush e arrin
* Im a Slow Walker...But i Never Walk BaCk *
Ne castin e pare te jetes,degjoj urimin:"Te rroje!"
Ne dhimbje e deshperim,e shpreh urimin:"Te mos rroj!"
Ne castet e fundit te jetes,urimi forcohet:"Rrofsha!"
Kur iki nga kjo jete,te tjeret thone:"Rrofte kujtimi i tij!"
E ne fund te fundit,rrojme ne kete bote,thjesht te na kujtojne te tjeret.Leme gjurme ne kohe.
Per kete,me shume sesa cdo gje tjeter ne bote,ia vlen te RROSH.
Ps.Shpresoj,te me kujtojne me dashuri.
Jeto cdo minute,si te jete e fundit.
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