Henok
One of the greatest rivalry in football history. We go again tonight🔥
I'm:
-Manchester united fan
-Real Madrid fan
-Ronaldo's🐐 fan
-Portugal fan
-Manchester united fan
-Real Madrid fan
-Ronaldo's🐐 fan
-Portugal fan
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Forwarded from The Software Guy (Anexon)
Until death, all defeat is psychological , stay strong comrades 🫡
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Forwarded from My Playlist (felina)
They said the perfect album doesn't exist,what about this?an album with no skips listen to it again and again❤️
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Einstein's general theory of relativity in a nutshell. Gravity is not a force, it is the curvature of space-time.
He was too much ahead of his time.
He was too much ahead of his time.
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Forwarded from Tech Nerd (Tech Nerd)
Don't send your little bro, sis, kids, cousins, or anyone you care about to a boarding school or any school that claims to offer a ‘better education’ by handpicking so-called ‘top scoring students.
Most of these schools don’t educate ... they condition. They drill into kids' heads that their grades define their worth. Instead of encouraging teamwork, they turn students into competitors, making them hate others' success instead of celebrating their own wins.
And the worst part? It’s never enough. No matter how hard you study or how high you score, it doesn’t matter... because as long as someone else is doing better, you’re made to feel worthless.
They take young, bright kids and break them in ways that can’t be fixed. They make them doubt themselves, push them to the point where they stop asking why they’re doing something and just do it blindly, for the sake of pleasing the system.
@selfmadecoder
Most of these schools don’t educate ... they condition. They drill into kids' heads that their grades define their worth. Instead of encouraging teamwork, they turn students into competitors, making them hate others' success instead of celebrating their own wins.
And the worst part? It’s never enough. No matter how hard you study or how high you score, it doesn’t matter... because as long as someone else is doing better, you’re made to feel worthless.
They take young, bright kids and break them in ways that can’t be fixed. They make them doubt themselves, push them to the point where they stop asking why they’re doing something and just do it blindly, for the sake of pleasing the system.
@selfmadecoder
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Forwarded from Tech Nerd (Tech Nerd)
It took me so much time and energy to undo this, so that's why I'm super sensitive about this topic. For those of you in boarding school, don’t let it get to you or sink in .. whatever it is. Failing is a part of life (if getting 95 or a 4.0 GPA is considered failing). It's also the drive behind innovation.
My fear is that these students will grow up avoiding failure in their lives, and to me, that’s like being dead. The moment we start avoiding failure as a society, we let innovation die—which is the real failure of society.
@selfmadecoder
My fear is that these students will grow up avoiding failure in their lives, and to me, that’s like being dead. The moment we start avoiding failure as a society, we let innovation die—which is the real failure of society.
@selfmadecoder
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THE BEAUTY OF UNCERTAINTY
Life, full of mysteries,
At times so blissful, perfect,
Then harsh and seemingly worthless,
Up, down like waters on the shore.
Stand firm, and they caress your feet,
Stand fearful, choked in the deep sea's grave.
Life's a sine wave, sweeping free,
though dips and ups are not as smooth,
The future? We cannot interpolate
It's almost impossible, untamed.
That's what makes life so interesting,
That's what makes us feel so alive!
Else, life would bore, a movie's end foretold.
Life; uncertain, probabilistic,
A very good, vivid game to behold!
#MyPoetries
Life, full of mysteries,
At times so blissful, perfect,
Then harsh and seemingly worthless,
Up, down like waters on the shore.
Stand firm, and they caress your feet,
Stand fearful, choked in the deep sea's grave.
Life's a sine wave, sweeping free,
though dips and ups are not as smooth,
The future? We cannot interpolate
It's almost impossible, untamed.
That's what makes life so interesting,
That's what makes us feel so alive!
Else, life would bore, a movie's end foretold.
Life; uncertain, probabilistic,
A very good, vivid game to behold!
#MyPoetries
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Henok
THE BEAUTY OF UNCERTAINTY Life, full of mysteries, At times so blissful, perfect, Then harsh and seemingly worthless, Up, down like waters on the shore. Stand firm, and they caress your feet, Stand fearful, choked in the deep sea's grave. Life's a sine wave…
My first ever poem in this channel. To be continued. I wanna hear your feedbacks lads!
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How far can trenches of grief be?
Regret and grief, one born of our own missteps, the other of life's cruel whims, beyond our control. Regrets sting, but grief is a wound akin to death itself. It's witnessing the world, vibrant yet untouchable, and being helpless to mend what's broken; a mother watching her son march off to war, never to return. Its depths can be even darker: a love so profound it's carried in our very bones, yet choosing to let it go, the ultimate surrender.
Any soul who has lived long enough has known the taste of regret, the weight of grief. But it is those who endure, who weather these storms, who find a light in the deepest darkness, that truly learn to live. And what of those who dwell in shadows, forever haunted by "what could have been"? They hold their memories close, a quiet ache in their hearts, but rise each day to meet the sun.
For even in the darkest trenches of grief, a wildflower can bloom. It may be small, fragile, but it perseveres, drawing strength from the very earth that holds the pain. And like that wildflower, even those bearing grief carry love and joy and a bittersweet beauty within them.
#MyPoetries
Regret and grief, one born of our own missteps, the other of life's cruel whims, beyond our control. Regrets sting, but grief is a wound akin to death itself. It's witnessing the world, vibrant yet untouchable, and being helpless to mend what's broken; a mother watching her son march off to war, never to return. Its depths can be even darker: a love so profound it's carried in our very bones, yet choosing to let it go, the ultimate surrender.
Any soul who has lived long enough has known the taste of regret, the weight of grief. But it is those who endure, who weather these storms, who find a light in the deepest darkness, that truly learn to live. And what of those who dwell in shadows, forever haunted by "what could have been"? They hold their memories close, a quiet ache in their hearts, but rise each day to meet the sun.
For even in the darkest trenches of grief, a wildflower can bloom. It may be small, fragile, but it perseveres, drawing strength from the very earth that holds the pain. And like that wildflower, even those bearing grief carry love and joy and a bittersweet beauty within them.
#MyPoetries
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Henok
How far can trenches of grief be? Regret and grief, one born of our own missteps, the other of life's cruel whims, beyond our control. Regrets sting, but grief is a wound akin to death itself. It's witnessing the world, vibrant yet untouchable, and being…
It has a bit of my philosophical touch, so dont look at it objectively.
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