My mind to me a kingdom is,Such present joys therein I find,That it excels all other blissThat world affords or grows by kind.Though much I want which most would have,Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
Defeating depression is like playing the carnival game Whac-a-mole. You have to give it your all and be on target to beat that sucker down when it pops up again and again. If you pay attention, learn from your past efforts, and keep at it, you can win." -Mel. Edwards
The GameToday i want to play a game,you'll win if you can guess my name,I am the one who hide behind shadows,Behind my smile i hide my deepest sorrows,I am the one who wants to be loved,But can't overcome the memories of once beloved,I am the one who hear voices and see faces,find a friend who love and actually cares,I am the one who spent his life in illusion,Believing that everything happens for a reason,I am the one who is scared of happiness,Because of that i never lived in fullness,I am the one who lost the meaning of life,There is no motivation which can thrive,I am the one who failed a lot,All the lessons i remember is what life taught,I am the one people love his silence,Ignoring the pain adoring his patience,Look at me one more time and guess my name,you'll win if you can guess my name
There came an awful day when I picked up the phone and knew at once, as one does with some old friends even before they speak, that it was Edward. He sounded as if he were calling from the bottom of a well. I still thank my stars that I didn't say what I nearly said, because the good professor's phone pals were used to cheering or teasing him out of bouts of pessimism and insecurity when he would sometimes say ridiculous things like: 'I hope you don't mind being disturbed by some mere wog and upstart.' The remedy for this was not to indulge it but to reply with bracing and satirical stuff which would soon get the gurgling laugh back into his throat. But I'm glad I didn't say, 'What, Edward, splashing about again in the waters of self-pity?' because this time he was calling to tell me that he had contracted a rare strain of leukemia. Not at all untypically, he used the occasion to remind me that it was very important always to make and keep regular appointments with one’s physician.
Inevitably came the time when he angrily repudiated his former paladin Yasser Arafat. In fact, he described him to me as 'the Palestinian blend of Marshal Petaín and Papa Doc.' But the main problem, alas, remained the same. In Edward's moral universe, Arafat could at last be named as a thug and a practitioner of corruption and extortion. But he could only be identified as such to the extent that he was now and at last aligned with an American design. Thus the only truly unpardonable thing about 'The Chairman' was his readiness to appear on the White House lawn with Yitzhak Rabin and Bill Clinton in 1993. I have real knowledge and memory of this, because George Stephanopoulos—whose father's Orthodox church in Ohio and New York had kept him in touch with what was still a predominantly Christian Arab-American opinion—called me more than once from the White House to help beseech Edward to show up at the event. 'The feedback we get from Arab-American voters is this: If it's such a great idea, why isn't Said signing off on it?' When I called him, Edward was grudging and crabby. 'The old man [Arafat] has no right to sign away land.' Really? Then what had the Algiers deal been all about? How could two states come into being without mutual concessions on territory?
I have been loved said Edward to the stars.
Should IToday I am in search of a light,that can show me a way bright,Today I am trying to find a reason,For why my life feels like a prison,I am trying to find a way,So that, even just for a day,my seldom happiness could stay,I am trying to find a reason of pain,to know why it hurts and sometimes eyes rain,Today looking back at life and planning for future,I cannot forget those people and miss ventures,Should I stay, wait or move on,Or should I believe that, they moved on,Should i forget that old house and small streets,Or can I forget the faces, lanes and their good deeds,Its been a while and they are changed,Should I forget them or remember them as a tale,I feel so big, heavy and old,Should i take some decisions bold,Life being so rude and cold,But always i found a reason to stay and take hold,I hope for a light, reason and rain,Hope to overcome darkness, treason and pain.
I know - I'll play you for it," Alice suggested. "Rock, paper, scissors."Jasper chuckled and Edward sighed."Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Edward said wryly.Alice beamed. "I do. Excellent.
Wonderful YouLove you for being so meaningful, i my meaningless life,Love you for being so true, even when my life was a complete lie,Love you for being so strong, when i was weak within,Love you for being so natural, when i was being artificial,Love you for being an end to my pain ,Love you for being the strength that i regain,Love you for all the colors in life,Love you for all that matters in my life,Love you for being my power,Love you for being my saver,
Saul is as different from Simon Wakefield as it's possible to get, I find myself thinking. And Edward Monkford is utterly different from both of them. It seems incredible that Emma could have had relationships with all three men. Where Simon's eager to please, but also touchy and insecure, and Edward's calm and super-confident, Saul is pushy and brash and loud. He also has a habit of saying 'Yeah?' aggressively at the end of his sentences, as if trying to force me to agree with him.