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| Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most doses please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. 1. I've learnt that silence is golden and keeping things closeted often means that nothing is cheapened. 2. I've learnt that my life doesn't necessarily mean much to anybody but myself. 3. I've learnt that there is no need to elaborate when one gets hurt. 4. I know which ones are the ones who truly love me.. and I know which ones only pretend that they do. 5. I will only trust those I trust. 6. Sharing my life here has lost its purpose. ..if I were to return, it wouldn't be for the sharing, but for my own need to express. I will only trust those I trust. . I'm sorry. I shouldn't be this way, but I can't help myself. 15th April 2007 |