In Buddhism, there are Four Noble Truths:

(1) Life is suffering.
(2) All suffering is caused by ignorance of the nature of reality and the craving, attachment, and grasping that result from such ignorance.
(3) Suffering can be ended by overcoming ignorance and attachment.
(4) The path to the suppression of suffering is the Noble Eightfold Path, which consists of right views, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right-mindedness, and right contemplation.



Once upon a time there was a poor, beautiful Princess in distress. She was in distress for sush a very very long time, that she would have givin up all hope if she had not been intelegent enough to know that there is always hope when one is alive.
But one day, while she was typing some words and reading some other words from the only window she had out into the world, she met a man and fell in love, with a Handsom Prince. Over time, Life became slightly more bearable, as their love began to blossom.
Then one day, they broke up, but she put up such a fuss that he realised he was a coward for breaking up with her, and then he made up by making the arangemtns!
Then, in just a short time, he came to meet her face to facce for the very first time, and, if they wern't in love before, then stand back Romeo and Juliet, THIS is love! Then, in an even shorter time than the arrangement was planned, he had gone again. This left them both very very sad, for they now both knew what they had to have in their lives and their hearts to be truely happy and fullfilled.
The following spring, suggestions were made andhints were dropped, until finnally, the Handsom Prince suggestivally gave her a beautiful ring which she is still wearing.
Then that sumer she flew away from the family that locked her in the tower in the first place and left her few good friends to be with her Handsom Prince forever.
The Handsome Prince rightfully proposed to her, and she accepted and there was much rejoicing and hugging and happy tears and love
And then one 24th October afternoon, they had a magical, happy marriage, with even more rejoicing and hugging and happy tears and a trip to the city, and much much love.

And to this day, they are still wed and grow in their love and apreciation each day.



I draw pictures, I write verses, I hear noises, I speak words, I think in tracing paper pictures, and vauge passionate words.

I love my friends for reasons, and I will never ever forget them. They are all so very very very dear to me, even if they think they aren't.