Vassago

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Sat, 13 Jun 2026 10:08:52 +0000

We are all the same instincts--

Good and Evil struggled between us.

It was all a matter of control.

And choice.

Nothing more and nothing less

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Sat, 13 Jun 2026 10:08:04 +0000

We aren't who we want to be.

We are what society demands.

We are what our parents choose.

We don't want to disappoint anyone;

we have a great need to be loved.

So we smother the best in us.

Gradually, the light of our dreams turns into the monster of our nightmares.

They become things not done, possibilities not lived

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Sat, 13 Jun 2026 05:30:00 +0000

Even if you cannot change all the people around you,

you can change the people you choose to be around

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 08:12:37 +0000

the Kingdom of God is inside you,

and all around you,

not in mansions of wood and stone.

Split a piece of wood...

and I am there,

lift a stone...

and you will find me

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 08:11:00 +0000

The words of the Lord are written in the world around us.

Merely be attentive to what happens in your life

and you will discover where

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 08:10:23 +0000

the hand of the merciful God always lies on the heads

of courageous men and women,

those who dare to be different because they believe in their dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 08:09:22 +0000

There are things that are brought into our lives to lead us back to the true path

Other things arise so we can apply all that we have learned.

And, finally, some things come along to teach us.

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 08:08:22 +0000

When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 07:50:19 +0000

The most sophisticated things in the world

are precisely those within the reach of everyone

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 07:49:28 +0000

I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe.

We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 07:48:46 +0000

We have been taught that we must follow certain formulas and rules

if we want to find god.

We do not recognize that god is wherever we allow him/her to enter

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 07:46:47 +0000

Two roads diverged in a wood,

and I -

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 05:30:00 +0000

Before the 20th century, drug safety studies were not required.

Narcotics were sold under the counter.

Teething babies were given serums laced with morphine. A medicine for strep was made with anti-freeze.

No one was responsible for distinguishing between medicine that heals and medicine that harmed.

No one studied side effects or adverse reactions.

All you could do was roll the dice.

Recommendations, rules, guidelines.

Ideally, they exist to save you from unnecessary pain. Have fun and stay safe while doing it.

But rules only work if you follow them.

But sometimes the rules you've been following turn out to be flawed.

All bets are off.

You're completely on your own.

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Thu, 11 Jun 2026 05:30:00 +0000

Now all the mountains had been conquered and astronauts had walked in space.

There were no more islands on earth—no matter how small—left to be discovered.

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Wed, 10 Jun 2026 05:30:00 +0000

We always want to cast blame, something to fear and avoid.

But the only thing to blame is everything.

We often place blame because it's easier than taking responsibility.

If you always look outward, you never have to turn inward.

But progress only comes when you shine a light on yourself.

What do you think?

How do you feel?

Ask the questions and the answers might surprise you.

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 08:51:13 +0000

.each reader creates his own film inside his head, gives faces to the characters, constructs every scene, hears the voices, smells the smells.

...whenever a reader goes to see a film based on a novel that he likes, he leaves a feeling disappointed, saying: "The book is so much better than the film"

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 08:48:32 +0000

in the blank spaces between the letters.

In the moment when a note of music ends and the next one has not yet begun

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 08:40:44 +0000

the path to knowledge is a path that's open to everyone

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 08:39:58 +0000

Let yourself get carried away by the night from time to time.

Look up at the stars and try to get drunk on the sense of infinity.

The night, with all its charms, is also a path to enlightenment.

Just as a dark well has thirst-quenching water at its bottom,

the night, whose mystery brings us closer to the mystery of God,

has a flame capable of enkindling our soul

hidden in its shadows

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 08:07:57 +0000

time doesn't teach;

it merely brings us a sense of weariness and of growing older

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 07:10:50 +0000

Those who look on other people's misery with indifference are the most
miserable of all

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 05:30:00 +0000

An old man likes to return in memory

to the days of his youth

like a stranger who longs to go back to his own country.

He delights to tell stories of the past

like a poet who takes pleasure in reciting his best poem.

He lives spiritually in the past

because the present passes swiftly,

and the future seems to him

an approach to the oblivion of the grave.

An hour full of old memories

passed like the shadows

of the trees over the grass

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Mon, 08 Jun 2026 05:30:00 +0000

Said a sheet of snow-white paper, “Pure was I created, and pure will I remain forever. I would rather be burnt and turn to white ashes than suffer darkness to touch me or the unclean to come near me.”

The ink-bottle heard what the paper was saying, and it laughed in its dark heart; but it never dared to approach her.

And the multicoloured pencils heard her also, and they too never came near her.

And the snow-white sheet of paper did remain pure and chaste forever, pure and chaste—and empty

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Sun, 07 Jun 2026 05:30:00 +0000

The sun teaches to all things that grow their longing for the light.

But it is night that raises them to the stars.

noreply@blogger.com (Vassago) — Sun, 07 Jun 2026 05:30:00 +0000

life is a sort of debt and payment.

It gives us again and takes from us anew

until we get tired of the giving and receiving

and surrender to the final sleep