Good days are not lacking, but good lives are hard to find in the world
Good days are not lacking, but good lives are hard to find in the world,
A life of good days lived through the senses is not enough, it's just appearance,
The life of sensations is the life of greed, always demanding more, never ceasing,
But the life of the spirit asks for less and less, time is generous and its passage sweet.
Who would call a day spent reading a good day, a gift of time?
But a life spent in reading, that is a good life, an eternal story,
In the flow of consciousness, where thoughts run like a calm and deep river,
We find ourselves in the pages of books, in words that whisper the secrets of the world.
A life lived in the quest for the depths of the soul, the pure and divine essence,
Is a life that asks for nothing but offers everything, a journey to the inner self,
In the silence of a room full of books, we find a universe that belongs only to us,
And the days merge into a series of moments full of meaning and light.
For true wealth does not lie in what we gather, but in what we discover,
A life of good days may be an illusion, but a life of knowledge is reality,
So we live not just to feel, but to understand, to dream, to be,
A good life is a dance of the spirit, a melody of unbounded time.
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Dan Enache
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