What I have is what I want.
What I hope for I will probably get.
What I did not get I probably did not deserve.
Where I go I will like.
What I do is up to me.
I have seen the dark side of life,
And I could cry over it.
But I choose not to,
And maybe life is not so bad after all.
(written in 2013)
Faith is for the true believer.
It’s not just who you know; It’s who knows you.*
There’s good debt and there’s bad debt; One costs your present. The other costs your future. If you must go into debt, do it to save your future.*
You have to mean it for it to work.
Never be cheap; for money is always the least expensive price for anything.
Break the rules, not the law, but the rules -Arnold Schwartzenegger
Love and support are key to recovery.
Positivity is the antidote to fear.
*popular
Gjerat duhan kohen e tyre.
Ai qe nuk shqetesohet ne se eshte me i mire se tjetri, eshte me mire se ai qe eshte me i miri nder te dy.
Pse duhet te jesh i mire? Sepse eshte ne te miren tende.
Ne fund te jetes njeriu thote: sa gabime qe kam bere … Tani e di se c’duhej te beja.
Te degjosh dike duhet te kushtosh vemendje.
Vetem kur shikojme gabimet tona te perseritura nga nje tjeter i kuptojme sic duhet ato.
Sa shpesh na merr malli per te kaluaren?! Nje dite do te na marri malli per te sotmen. Prandaj gezoje te tashmen.
Ciltersia e femijeve eshte me e cmuar se ciltersia e te rriturve.
Faleminderit Zotit per miresine e njerezve te mire.
Merzitja nuk perfshin kur merresh me pune.
Let things take longer.
He who has no care who is better than whom, is better off than he who is the better man of the two.
Why be good? Because it leads to a good way of life.
At the end of his life, every man says: Oh, no, I’ve lived my life all wrong! Now I know how to do it right…
Listening takes concentration.
Only when we see our misbehavior reflected in another, do we see its folly.
How often do we miss the past? In some far off future you will miss this present, so enjoy it while it’s here.
The goodness of children is better than the goodness of adults.
Thank God for the kindness of strangers.
Sadness can’t catch you while you’re moving.
I always knew one day I’d lead a beautiful life. But I was already living it everyday
Quiet is better than idle chatter
You are your own life’s author
Risk is your only chance at happiness
Good fences make good neighbors –Robert Frost
There are no guilty people -Tolstoy
If nothing’s going right, be a little creative
Remember those guiding words
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(Albanian/Shqip)
E dija se nje dite, jeta do te ishte e bukur, por ne fakt ajo ishte e bukur cdo dite
Shpesh-here heshtja eshte me e mire se biseda pa vlere
Njeriu eshte autori i jetes se tij
Ne raste te vecanta, trimeria eshte i vetmi shans per te arritur lumturine
Gardhi i larte garanton komshij te mire –Robert Frost
Nuk ka njerez te denuar –Tolstoy
Neqoftese asgje nuk ecen, duhet te behesh pak krijues
Mos i harro theniet e mencura udherefyese
Portreti im në fotografi ,
Me ata sy që shkëlqejnë ,
Me atë fytyrë që buzëqesh ,
Me atë shpirt që ndjen!
Sa shumë shpresë . . . sa energji!
Po tani që vetëm je
Ai që fati e kish caktuar,
A e ke përmbushur vallë destininë tënde?
E si mund njeriu të përmbushë një destini të tillë!
Premtimi . . . kurdoherë më shumë se e vërteta!
Portreti im në fotografi,
Me ata sy që shkëlqejnë,
Me atë fytyrë që buzëqesh,
Me atë shpirt që ndjen!
Jeta vetë sa e mundëshme sa e kapëshme . . . !
Po tani që jam, ky që jam,
Jam bërë vallë ai që thotë portreti?
Apo dikush tjetër — nga fillimi në fund?
Sa shumë ngjarje më dhanë formë,
Tani vetëm se kujtime të jetës sime,
Më duket se kam jetuar në disa jetë,
Se kam parë era të vinë e të shkojnë.
Eshtë ky përfundimi?
Eshte ky realiteti final?
Apo ndoshta ka akoma distini,
Në jetën time, në fatin tim?
Kush e di? Tashmë 33,
Jo aq i ri. Jo aq i pandalshëm,
Por ende prapë me energji,
Të ndjek udhën e fatit tim.
Portreti im në fotografi,
Me ata sy që shkëlqejnë,
Me atë fytyrë që buzëqesh,
Me atë shpirt që ndjen!
Ky isha unë . . .
Një djalë i zakonshëm,
Nga një lagje në një qytet të zakonshëm,
Me një jetë të zakonshme.
U bëra i famshëm?
U bëra i pasur?
Apo i rëndësishëm?
Jo . . . aspak . . .
U bëra një njeri i zakonshëm,
Nga një lagje çfardo,
Në një qytet çfardo . . .
Me një jetë të zakonshme.
Të ardhmen . . . dikur mund ta shikoja . . .
Endra gjithmonë më e bukur se realiteti . . .
Moshë e rinisë – moshë e artë
Vite të stuhishme,
Idealizëm në ajrin që thithnim,
Dashuri në shpirt dhe në zemër.
Tani qielli është i hapur,
Mosha e burrërisë ka ardhur,
Mosha e arësyes,
Paqja dhe qetësia dominojnë.
Me sa duket kam arritur atje ku do t’arrija,
Kjo është jeta ime që do të ishte,
Kjo është destinia ime,
Pranoje dhe duaje . . .
(perktheu Luli Shetuni)
That picture of me,
With those eyes that could see,
And that face that could smile,
And that soul that could feel!
Such potential energy!
But now that you are
Who you were to be,
Have you fulfilled your destiny?
How could one fulfill such a high destiny?
The potential is always higher than reality.
That picture of me,
With those eyes that could see,
And that face that could smile,
With that soul that could feel!
Life itself was o’ so real!
But now that I am
Who I was to be,
Have I become the man foretold in that picture of me,
Or did I turn out someone else entirely?
So many events that have shaped me,
Memories imprinted on my life story.
I have lived in so many lives
And have seen so many eras come and go.
Is this my final reality?
Is this the end?
Or could there be more destiny
Left in store for me?
Who knows? I am only thirty-three,
No longer young, no longer indestructible,
But i still have enough energy
To wield the forces of my reality.
That picture of me,
With those eyes that could see,
And that face that could smile,
With that soul that could feel!
That was me, an ordinary boy
From an ordinary street,
In an ordinary town
In an ordinary life.
Did I become famous?
Did I become rich?
Did I become important?
Far from it…
I became an ordinary man,
From an ordinary street,
In an ordinary town,
In an ordinary life.
The future then I could see,
The dream’s always more beautiful than reality!
Age of wonder,
Age of storms, age of thunder,
Idealism was in season,
Love was in the air.
Now the skies are sunny,
Middle age is here,
Age of reason,
Peace and calmness are in season.
You’ve already made it,
This is it,
This is the life that is meant to be,
And you’ve got to love it!
