pollitika Neovisni, ali ne i neutralni

ne podržavam stavljanje ovakvih dnevnika na pollitiku, ali kad je već tu...

A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up to o tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

If you don't send this to at least 8 people....Who cares?

Skviki,
Nekidan sam naveo samo jedan stih, ali sad nema razloga da ne spomrenem ovdje cijelu pjesmicu starog dubrovačkog pjesnika, diplomata i trgovca.

Jest da je starodubrovački govor ali je tema vječna:

PJESAN O DINARU

Čuj me svak što ću rit, od mlada do stara,
Kako vas ovi svit dinar sad pohara.
Paklena hudoba učini da dinar
Sadanje jes doba na svitu gospodar;
Pri njemu da se Bog i duša ostavi,
I pravda i razlog pod noge postavi;
Da razum i mudros u scijeni nij’ sada,
Nego li da ludos gospodi i vlada;
Da vjeru otjera i slatku dobru har
Prokleta nevjera i huda zla nehar.
I ljubav prislatka da se već zabude,
I dobra da svaka žele se i žude.
Čemu je noć i dan čoviku trajati
Da s’mudar i vrijedan, bez a pak se kajati?
Razuma da si pun a da si ubog pak,
I da si Salamun, scini te luda svak.
Bud Gajo, Mucić, za gradu poslužit
Jak slavni Decio, ubog neć’ častan bit,
Jer tko je sad vrijedan, bez časti ostaje,
A tko je nevrijedan tomu se čas daje.
Da hoćeš još ljubit veće neg Palade,
Ubog neć’ ljubljen bit na svitu ti sade.
Ubog se zlo gleda, i obraz odnosi
Od njega svak, preda da mu što ne prosi.
Prijatelja sada nij’za ljubav ki ljubi,
Svak raskoj svoj čini s tobom da ne gubi.
Već ljubav i vjera na svitu pogibe,
A osta nevjera i hude zle himbe.
Pogibe pravi sud, pogibe slatki mir,
Ter sada oda svud čuje se zli nemir.
Zač ljudi bogati sve sada vladaju,
Koji ume sve znati jer dinar imaju.
Budi lud i mahnit a imaj ki dinar
Mudar ćeš scijenjen bit i bit ćeš gospodar.
Tko je sad trgovac ter grabi i krade,
I tko je lakomac vrijedan je taj sade.
Taj sjedi u časti, taj sud svaki sud,
A ubog bez časti ostaje, mudar—lud.
Ubogu mudar glas sada se ne čuje,
Ni ima koju vlas ni ga tko poštuje.
A zlatan osao da revi još makar,
Hvaljen je posao i mudra to je stvar.
Dinar sad potlači sva dobra na saj svit,
Zatoj sad svak plači jer ga ima svrha bit.

Napisao - MARIN KABOGA
Živio u Dubrovniku od 1505-1582 godine!

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