The tale of the red rose

Its time to say goodbye, Why do I care to something which is un necessary?

I don’t used to love flowers since the time my hand was pricked and bleed by the thorns of the roses, It make me smile to see other people to get hooked and love those flowers which I neglected even just to smell their fragrance.But tings change when I    saw this beautiful red rose that I eventualy picked it with my bare hands without even thinking how thorny it is.

I keep it safe and hold it as often asI want and feel so much happiness because of the thing I have in my hands. It was as red as my own blood and as elicate as my own life. It brings me nothing but laughter and feeling of comfort, I can’t even deny the fact that  iI get addicted to the flower and later on realize its importance as part of my being. I continue holding it,afraid that somebody might take it away from me the time I put it somewhere else, this makes me think that I can’t bare to loose this this as it becomes a part of me for I’m faaling in love with its beauty and fragrance.

Days have past and I’m still holding the re rose and it blooms more  and more everyday. I noticed that my hands get heavy holding the flower so I decided to wrap it in a white cloth and locked it in my room,and have a break and see the world out side which I missed during the times I’ with my flower. Itake a walk until I noticed a girl holding white rose,it was so attractive to the eye that I wanted to own it,hold it as tight as I can in my hands.

Knowing I could easily have it, I wasted so much time for me just  to have the white flower, and I did hav it.

I can’t barely have the pain as I hold it evryday but I want it, I enjoy having the flower and  boast it to my friends how fine the flower I newly have, But the more I hold it, hte more my hands bleed and make its petals change in color because of my blood,It hurts me so much and its time to let go.Its time to throw it away because of the pain it causes me,and its time set my hands free.

Hiling

 This post is for my all, It’s good to see you working so hard for your own good. I know you’ll be a good Enginneer as soon as you finnish your course, I just want you to know that no matter how busy I am both in my work and in my studies, you’ll always be with me in my heart where ever I am.

I’ve been blessed so much to have you. I prayed hard  to have you, and now that you’re mine I’m not waisting my time to make you feel how important you are and how lucky I am to have you.

Thank you for the love you that always share and for the hug that makes me escape in the world of pain and reality.

I hope can have you forever , but I know your here always for me like you always did, I know that  whenever I’m afraid i know I always have somebody to run, whenever I’m sad I have somebody to cry with me, and whenever I’m lost there will always be a Gerald that will find me and hug me forever.

Einstein’s Pretty nonsense

Nonsense is a verbal communication or written text that is spoken or written in a human language or other symbolic system but lacks any coherent meaning. Many poets, novelists and songwriters have used nonsense in their works, often creating entire works using it. It is also an important field of study in cryptography.

Nonsense generates random text from data files and templates using a very simple, recursive grammar. It’s like having a million monkeys sitting in front of a million typewriters, without having to feed or clean up after them. Nonsense is a good way to waste time.

How do we move beyond our prejudices to distinguish what is sensible and what is nonsensical? When Albert Einstein created the Special and General Theory of Relativity, initially it seemed like nonsense, because nobody had ever thought of things like that before, but both the logical consistency of his arguments and the proof that was later found made them sensible theories.

Understanding the difference between sense and nonsense is vital to your well-being. Unless you can draw some clear understanding of something, you will be confused, and when you are confused, you cannot orient yourself to the world you live in.

Something makes sense when it aligns with an organ of perception: you can see it, hear it, or feel it. However, this is not always an accurate measure of what is sensible. A mirage appears to be water until you get close to it and realize that you experienced an optical illusion. A hallucinogenic drug creates unusual experiences, until the drug wears off and you revise your opinion.

Sense, however, did prevail. You revisited the experience, perceived anew, and revised your opinion on what it meant.
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