42 is the key to happiness

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. "

@bunyonb
I didn't watch all of it but so far is very informing. Thanks.

@bunyonb
You are really smart. I like you :3)

@hannah
Its a HP Notebook, 1 terabit memory

42 is the key to happiness

Hi Creative Spirit

42 is the meaning of life

@Emanresu-Retne
;3)

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. "

@bunyonb
You are really smart. I like you :3)

@bunyonb
I didn't watch all of it but so far is very informing. Thanks.

You may ask me why no title
Maybe because I had none to think
But, yet, I didn't give it one blink
You ask me questions and I reply I don't know
But, in fact, I didn't care so...
You shout down upon me from a balcony
But, oddly, I hide courage and show cowardly
Your words are nothing more than bee stings
Its time this butterfly enter the ring
I lean to my friends for support
But, quiet saddening, I wait alone on the sea port
You ask me why I don't care
Well, let me share
You label me the worthless runt
Ha! I carrying out your brunt
But, most definitely, I hate your labels
Because they follow people like jumper cables
But, pardon me, I have offended you, shame on me
I have been called loon
For my Ideals, my Dreams, my Goals, my positive Attitude, my Feelings
But, such words, only make me shine brighter
So you ask my why no title
Ideals
Dreams
Goals
positive Attitude
Fascinations...