In order to be a true hustler, you have to chase the gratification that can only come from making things happen yourself, when you have a vision that no one else can identify with and pour everything you have into it. You find yourself in valley after valley and can't ever quite catch a glimpse of the mountaintop. But you keep pushing forward, until that one day when you finally do make it to that peak. Man, that's going to be the best damn view you ever saw in your life. You're going to soak up every bit of that mountain air and enjoy every inch of the panorama spread out in front of you.
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Gerçek bir dolandırıcı olmak için, başka hiç kimsenin tanımlayamayacağı bir vizyona sahip olduğunuzda ve sahip olduğunuz her şeyi bu vizyona döktüğünüzde, yalnızca bir şeyleri kendiniz gerçekleştirmenin getirdiği hazzın peşinden koşmalısınız. Kendinizi vadiden vadiye buluyorsunuz ve dağın zirvesini bir türlü göremiyorsunuz. Ancak bir gün sonunda zirveye ulaşana kadar ilerlemeye devam edersiniz. Dostum, bu hayatında gördüğün en güzel manzara olacak. O dağ havasının her bir parçasını içinize çekecek ve önünüze yayılan panoramanın her santiminin tadını çıkaracaksınız.
"Modern hayatın çökmesini ve her yeri yabani otların kaplamasını sabırsızlıkla bekliyorum."
"Modern hayatın çökmesini ve her yeri yabani otların kaplamasını sabırsızlıkla bekliyorum."
For what you see and hear depends a good deal on where you are standing: it also depends on what sort of person you are. We all see the world from behind the grille of our own temperament and character, and even the good things of life may have a quality that seems harsh, dry, and deadly to such a person as I am. You will say, 'These mountains are unchangeable, the wind that blows over us is evanescent.' But if that is true of the wind, it is more obviously true of the things we see and touch. For they are changing all the time. Every time a spade goes into the earth a new valley begins; every time a soldier puts a peg into the ground to pitch his tent a new road appears; every time a seed is planted a new forest springs up. Every time anything is done, something happens.
Sayfa 69Kitabı okudu
When our war with nature ends, that day the world will essentially become a livable place!
Through the Valley
youtu.be/Y4OuZiOEsnY
Eminim ki hayatımın geri kalan günlerinde iyilik ve merhamet beni takip edecek
Ve sonsuza kadar bu dünyada yaşayacağım
Durgun suların yanından yürüyorum ve ruhumu yeniliyorum
Ama doğrunun yolundan ilerleyemem çünkü ben yanlışım
Modern hayatın çökmesini ve her yeri yabani otların kaplamasını sabırsızlıkla bekliyorum.
Composed upon Westminster Bridge
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theaters, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty hearth is lying still!
Sayfa 39
YOUTH
An odor like an acid sword made
of plum branches along the road,
the kisses like sugar in the teeth,
the drops of life slipping on the fingertips,
the sweet sexual fruit,
the yards, the haystacks, the inviting
rooms hidden in the deep houses,
the mattresses sleeping in the past, the savage green valley
seen from above, from the hidden window:
adolescence all sputtering and burning
like a lamp turned over in the rain.
"Modern hayatın çökmesini ve her yeri yabani otların kaplamasını sabırsızlıkla bekliyorum."
“One evening, Eberhard was driving his Roadster around Silicon Valley when a kid in a super-pimped Audi pulled up beside him at a stoplight and revved his engine to challenge him to a drag. When the light changed, Eberhard left him in the dust. The same thing happened at the next two lights. Finally the kid rolled down his window and asked Eberhard what he was driving. “It’s electric,” Eberhard said. “There’s no way you can beat it.”
Hope never fades....
"Hope and memory shall live still in some hidden valley where the grass is green."
"Umut ve hatıra, çimenlerin yeşil kalacağı gizli bir vadide yaşamaya devam edecektir."
