LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT

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Iska Waran
Iska Waran
October 8, 2021 10:13 am

Cool.

RiNS
RiNS
October 8, 2021 10:17 am

Baby, life’s what you make it
Can’t escape it
Baby, yesterday’s favourite
Don’t you hate it?

(Everything’s all right)
Life’s what you make it
(Everything’s all right)

Baby, life’s what you make it
Don’t backdate it
Baby, don’t try to shade it
Beauty’s naked

(Everything’s all right)
Life’s what you make it
(Everything’s all right)
What you make it

Baby, life’s what you make it
Celebrate it, anticipate it
Yesterday’s faded, nothing can change it
Life’s what you make it

(Everything’s all right)
Life’s what you make it
(Everything’s all right)
Life’s what you make it
(Everything’s all right)
(Everything’s all right)
(Everything’s all right)
Make it, make it
(Everything’s all right)
Life’s what you make it

Anonymous
Anonymous
October 8, 2021 11:16 am

Nyt se on SISU! 🙂

Melty
Melty
October 8, 2021 12:37 pm

Good post

i forget
i forget
October 8, 2021 1:05 pm

What a Saami reindeer herder has to be before he can be what he is is…what he is. And if that’s what he is, he didn’t make that. Lucky & precious & few ♫ are those who discover, & who don’t confuse discovery with creation.

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it & it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.
In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.” ~ Michelangelo

“Self-made” compels, & the Horatio Alger stories follow. Then the most “self-made,” those most blackholed with nonexistent humility, with voracious hubris, repel, & those stories follow. Reality doesn’t follow, or lead, it just is.

Note to selfs: You’re already made. You can make one of your beds that Jordan Peterson refers to, but not the other one.

A stoic MAID. Her mother may have looped the groundhog loop a few times too many. Translating what’s already written isn’t rewriting. And taking credit for what’s already written is plagiarism.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGtaHcqsSE8

grace country pastor
grace country pastor
October 8, 2021 1:25 pm

Couldn’t help myself…

mileytheduchess
mileytheduchess
October 8, 2021 3:25 pm

We used to drive up north to camp when I lived in Sweden. One summer we went up to Jokkmokk (lat 66.60 N). The Samer make such beautiful crafts during the winter, using reindeer pelts, leather, antler and bone. I still have the candle holder I bought.

Beautiful country, even so far north that trees don’t grow. Once we stopped to have lunch on the long road to Fatmomakke. This was in July (that road is, of course, closed all winter). It was a relatively balmy day, and the landscape was bleak and relatively flat, brownish and punctuated with patches of snow. When a breeze floated over the landscape, it brought that chilled air with it.

In order to pee, I had to walk far from the road to find a bit of cover in a slight hollow. So here I was, crouched down very close to the earth. Only then did I realize that the “brown” color of the ground was a carpet of tiny flowers, like a Barbie bouquet.

Old School Counselor
Old School Counselor
October 9, 2021 8:07 am

White men are a rare breed.