Forwarded from becoming minimalist 🌻
I don't use Facebook much but when I check my feeds using chrome there's this page I always love. It's called becoming minimalist. Here I'll do nothing but share the links and photos that are found there. Most of our unhappiness is caused by the desire to earn more. I don't remember who said it but I remember a quote that says there are to ways to have enough, one is to earn more and more the other is to desire less. Minimalism is the second option. It is not a cult or weird spiritualism. It is restatement of what our religions have taught is about contentment. If you want to keep earning more, go on but operate from a place of contentment. If you don't feel happy because you are not earning much, this is a reminder that your worth is not found in brands and craps.
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A fairy tale I've heard in a Grave,
The world won't cry, won't scream,
Like empty shells they live–
d.
Devoid of emotion, hidden from–
the world, enveloped in solitude,
In darkness, shrouded, pale 'n haunched,
crystal tears, He was asked to give away,
And would put his into their eyes,
So they'd cry in despair led astray.
He's the wolf from the tale, doesn't have,
The melody full of imperfections, flaws and mistakes,
He pleads, don't call him your TearSmith,
Black rose, obsessed, tormented love,
That's the only thing he has.
He's broken not to be mended,
Some things can't be fixed,
Broken into thousand pieces,
But can't fit together better–
with anyone, but his loneliness.
He's a path of torn from the dark rose,
Don't call him your Tearsmith because you're his–
too.
~The TearSmith~
The world won't cry, won't scream,
Like empty shells they live–
d.
Devoid of emotion, hidden from–
the world, enveloped in solitude,
In darkness, shrouded, pale 'n haunched,
crystal tears, He was asked to give away,
And would put his into their eyes,
So they'd cry in despair led astray.
He's the wolf from the tale, doesn't have,
The melody full of imperfections, flaws and mistakes,
He pleads, don't call him your TearSmith,
Black rose, obsessed, tormented love,
That's the only thing he has.
He's broken not to be mended,
Some things can't be fixed,
Broken into thousand pieces,
But can't fit together better–
with anyone, but his loneliness.
He's a path of torn from the dark rose,
Don't call him your Tearsmith because you're his–
too.
~The TearSmith~
REAL
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David Kushner - Hero (Official Music Video)
“Hero” out now on all platforms: https://davidkushner.lnk.to/hero Lyrics:
How do I begin?
How do I cope?
Some people sin
Some people don't
What we had was thin
So we couldn't survive
Bad times can win
While good things can die
I was the hero, but you get…
How do I begin?
How do I cope?
Some people sin
Some people don't
What we had was thin
So we couldn't survive
Bad times can win
While good things can die
I was the hero, but you get…