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Subject: Life....
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 LIFE

 Life isn't about keeping score.
 It's not about how many friends you have
 Or how accepted you are.
 Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
 It isn't about whom you're dating, whom you used to date, how many
 people
 you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
 It isn't about whom you have kissed,
 It's not about sex.
 It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have
 Or what kind of car you drive.
 Or where you are sent to school.
 It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
 Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of
 music
 you listen to.
 It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown
 Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
 Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybody
 else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are.
 It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your"       
 sport.
 It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and
 seeing who will "accept the written you."

 LIFE JUST ISN'T.

 But, life is about whom you love and whom you hurt.
 It's about whom you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
 It's about keeping or betraying trust.
 It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
 It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
 About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
 It's about what judgments you pass and why.  And whom your judgments
 are spread to.
 It's about whom you've ignored with full control and intention.
 It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
 It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and
 spreading it.
 But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other
 people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
 Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choice
 are what life's all about. 
	 





From isabella@afrodita.rcub.bg.ac.yu Sun May 24 17:10:14 1998
Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 17:10:10 +0200 (CET)
From: Brankica Obucina <isabella@afrodita.rcub.bg.ac.yu>
To: Dejan Zivanic <halen@galeb.etf.bg.ac.yu>
Subject: Re: Life....
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                Proslost...
 
     Jednima je krv kritskih pomorandzi,    
   drugima riblji zadah sivih krljusti,
   bara,i muljav ustap,kisa sto pljusti,
   po teskom hodu tamnickih bakandzi... 
   U njoj sam izgubio sve sto sam imao, 
   svezinu,lakocu ili detinju teskobu...
   Pod arise,smreke ili u praznu sobu
   iz mraka njenih klopki hitro sam bezao...
   Neka mi zbog nje pamcenje ne pomrace,
   ali necu ni da me sa njom izjednace,
   kratkovidi Homeri ratnih kolona...
   Ako sam pomorandza moj sok bice ona, 
   ako sam pepeo,bice mi zar davnih dana,
   sto ce me ozariti jos mnogo jace...
   jednom,dok jos bude secanja u mome konacistu...
   dok ga ne raznesu pozudne oci stranaca... 
      
      .... Beskonacno lutam tisinom...       Brankica


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Chinilo se da ce kuce prohodati
odjednom je postala tesna ova ulica
premala za nas dvoje...
Zvezde su krovove zapalile,
svaki se temelju rugao...
Drvece korenje pustilo izmedju tebe i mene.
Ni ochi nisu mogle na drugu stranu...
Nepomirljive tuge samozaboravom se teshile,
lica u naletu vetra izgubismo,
razgoliceni dochekasmo zoru...

Pijani skretnichari 
na moje te puteve poslali...
Da nisu, mislim,
do neba bih te gradio,
ui vazduhu chuvao,
u rukama voleo...
Da nisu,
opet bi kraj mene disala,
sa mnom trajala,
u meni cutala...
Da nisu,
kome bih rech prvu izgovorenu posvetio...
Da nisu..
Jutrom otreznjeni...
Greshku ispravili...


jedne od onih noci kada ti bash ne ide...
Dejan

