i have no idea what this means.
My indisposition soon became visible; I was visited by my friends, and among them by Eumathes, a clergyman, whose piety and learning gave him such an ascendant over me, that I could not refuse to open my heart. There are, said he, few minds sufficiently firm to be trusted in the hands of chance. Whoever finds himself inclined to anticipate futurity, and exalt possibility to certainty, should avoid every kind of casual adventure, since his grief must be always proportionate to his hope. You have long wasted that time, which, by a proper application, would have certainly, though moderately, increased your fortune, in a laborious and anxious pursuit of a species of gain, which no labour or anxiety, no art or expedient, can secure or promote. You are now fretting away your life in repentance of an act, against which repentance can give no caution, but to avoid the occasion of committing it. Rouse from this lazy dream of fortuitous riches, which, if obtained, you could scarcely have enjoyed, because they could confer no consciousness of desert; return to rational and manly industry, and consider the mere gift of luck as below the care of a wise man.
The author just needs to get off his high horse, haha! He's rambling and going off on tangents this way and that, but I'll give it my best shot. My commentary is in [brackets]. Bear with me.
"My mental illness soon became apparent; I was visited by my friends, and among them by Eumathes, a clergyman, whose piety and knowledge gave him such an authority over me, that I could not refuse to believe him [or maybe to speak openly with Eumathes]. There are, said he, few people good enough at predicting the future. Whoever finds himself inclined to expect something in the future, and count a possibility as certain to happen, should avoid every opportunity to do so, since he will be wrong as often as he will be right. You have long wasted the time that, if you had spent it efficiently, you could have gotten somewhat richer, in a determined and hopeful pursuit of more money, which no determination or hope, no talent or plan, can bring about or make better. You are now letting your life slip away to repent for a mistake, and repentance can't really help anything except to not repeat the mistake. Stop daydreaming about this luxury, which, if achieved, you could barely have enjoyed, because you don't think much when you're not working [really not sure about that, but "desert" must have to do with not working]; go back to a real man's work, and understand that a wise man doesn't care about [or rely on] luck."
So he's basically saying not to rely on luck. It sounds like it has to do with gambling or at least squandering away your money. The guy is daydreaming about riches and relying on luck to get him there, but he's being told not to rely on luck to get him money.
Example: How do I escape from them?
I'm a university student currently living with my brother and sister in an apartment that my parents pay for. My parents don't live with us right now, but they call us frequently to check up on us. Here's the deal, my brother and my father are making my life a living hell. My father can easily just disinherit me and stop my education if I did something wrong, as he frequently reminds me. Don't say he won't do it, because he can and he will. He's already done so to my older brother. I can't do anything to stop him because he does pay for my school and where I live and stuff, and I don't have much money of my own. My freedom is basically tied to him. Which means, no late night outs, no partying, and no boyfriends.
You would think he couldn't control me since he's not here, and although it's true to some extent (I can go out a lot more and I have a boyfriend that I adore), I still have to be extra careful because my brother would tell on me if he found out. You see, my brother and I can never get along. It doesn't matter what I do, we always end up fighting till the end of time. Now, he found out about my boyfriend and he threatened to tell my dad about him if I did anything to piss him off. Which basically means I'm his slave and I have to do everything he says, because one wrong move would mean the end of me.
I feel like a prisoner, like every move I make is being watched. I just want to get away from it all. I want to run away. I'm currently working a bit to buy an apartment of my own, but how do I move out without letting my dad know? If he knew I moved out he would be major pissed at me for being 'immature' and 'not trying to work things out', and then he'd yell at my brother. And if he yelled at my brother, my brother would blame me for it and tell him about my boyfriend. Everything is going to be ruined. And to make matters worse I can't turn to my mother for help, because my dad is basically the controlling force in our family.
Any advice? Please, any bit of help is appreciated.
I Have A Dream
by Floyd Mayweather Jnr
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down as the greatest demonstration of arrogance, cowardliness, and incivility in the history of boxing.
Not so long ago, I had the opportunity to become the greatest boxer of all time by fighting the current best pound for pound boxer in the world, but squandered it with my travesty of demanding an unprecedented drug test from him.
So, I have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense you have come to cash a check. When my henchmen drafted the magnificent words on that fight contract, we were signing a promissory note to which every boxing fans was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all fans would be guaranteed the fight of the century.
But, it is obvious today that my cohorts and I have defaulted on this promissory note. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, I have given the boxing fans a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." I must admit, I failed to gather courage sufficient enough to fight the warrior that has engulfed the entire boxing community with his outstanding performance in and out of the ring.
It would be fatal for the boxing nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This frigid winter of the boxing fans' legitimate discontent will not pass until I fight the "The Pac Storm". The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of boxing until the day I fight the man.
I have come to realize that to be great, I have to fight the great. I cannot walk alone. I will not seek to satisfy my thirst for greatness by drinking from the cup of fearfulness and arrogance.
Therefore, I say to you today, my friends, in the process of gaining my rightful place in boxing history, I am fighting the #1 Pound for Pound fighter in the world --- myself. In order to conquer that demon with a "0" mark on its head, I am announcing my retirement. I have come to realize that the only brave thing for me to do, is run.
So even though I will face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in our family of crooks.
I have a dream that one day boxing will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that Money Mayweather is the greatest boxer of all time; greater than Ali or Leonard."
I have a dream today. I have a dream that I am whipping that punk *** Manny Pacquiao.
This is my hope. This is the faith that I go back to my Las Vegas mansion with. With this faith I will be able to transform the jangling discords of our family into a beautiful symphony of ganghood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to do drugs together, to beat women together, to go to jail together, to stand up for incivility together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And for boxing to be once again a great sport, this must become true. And for this to become true, I entreat all americans to support me just as they have supported our brave american troops overseas. And when this happens, we will be able to speed up that day when all boxing fans will be able to join hands and sing Free at last!
Free from my obligations to the fans!
Free from Pacquiao's wrath!
Free from fear!
Thank Money almighty, I am free at last!
Well from what I remember it went like this...
I went up on stage at my college graduation, got my diploma, and gave a speech( can't remember what it was about). Then I walk off stage and hug my parents. It picks back up with me sittin on a street corner, diploma in hand, begging for money. I have only scraps of clothing on. Then a group of people pull up laughing in a red convertible at the red light and get out. I recognized them as high school classmates. they all had fine suits and dresses on. the three guys are the most popular seniors in my school right now. two of the girls are my former crushes of mine, the other i don't recognize at all. I could tell by the smell that they were smoking weed and drunk at the time. one of the guys recognizes me and explains to me how two of the guys were fabulously wealthy business owners and how the other was recently drafted in baseball. Then they explain that they're dating those girls. as they went into the club next door, the one girl i didn't recognize looked back at me with an almost comforting look on her face...
Then I woke up!
I have no idea what this means and I'm so f-ing pissedd i woke up
Example: What does this dream mean?
Im a guy. And my dream was that i was a really ugly short girl with short hair. Like, barely till the chin. I had very old and dumb parents. I was laughing the whole time , i didnt even care or realise that i was in another body. We were in an airport cause we were travelling. Each time we try to reach our plane, we enter different floors of the airport. All cause of my dumb old parents in the dream. (Not my real parents, those are people ive never even seen) and we finally reached the plane and reached the country we were going to. And we went to the hotel. My "mom" was constantly combing my hair when we arrived and she was telling me to be a nice girl to "dad" cause she wanted something from him. And i was like "i want my hair relaxed anyway so im gonna act nice to him" and then, we went with dad to the train. In the train, i was suddenly back to the real me. A guy. Same look, same everything. And i was walking around and seeing what the train was like. Then i settled down in a table, with a laptop and some kind of lamp. Idk why its even in a train. There was a row of tables, lamps and computers in a neat order. Like little offices, in a row. So i was sitting angrily cause i was hungry, and some guy sits next to me trying to impress me and be my friend, but i ignored him. When we arrived and got out of the train, we went to a japanese restaurant called "maki" and i ordered food in a table alone without "mom n dad". I ate and found 4 hairs all at once. I showed them to the waiter angrily, and then the cashier was shocked and said "13,000,000.000" dinars! (Kuwaiti dinars. The currency in our country) and they gave me a full bag of all that money. I wad surprised and took it, then i suddenly saw my real mom, and real sis. We went shopping, she was arguing with me at how im gonna throw all the money on silly things. Then i just woke up from the dream.
Thanks! Long dream i know.
Example: Violent Recurring dream?
Ive had this dream three or four times. What does that/this dream mean?
Im in a fist fight with someone for a short while. cut to me on top of someone, beating them literally to a bloody pulp, but always pushing there eys in until blood poors down there face.
Im really worried, having had it more than once.Any thoughts?
if you have a lot of money?
In my dream, I was standing in an unknown place, but all of a sudden many of my friends and family start crowding around me. They all looked so angry. I don't know what I did to make them so mad, I'm running from them, they have weapons. In the end, someone stabs me. I woke up right when I was stabbed and it felt like I was stabbed at the same time. (I felt kind've like i was punched in the stomach after being awake).
--What is this supposed to mean, that someone is angry with me? or that I feel like everyone is out to get me, what?
Example: My dReAM. PLEasE cOmmENt!?
I had a dream where my two brothers had to go to the store for something. So my oldest brother drove us to the store, when we got there they said i couldnt go with and stay in the car. So i jumped in the front seat, and i noticed a gang of guys in the back parking lot. They were staring at me intensly, i got really freaked out bout it so i texted my brothers to hurry up. Then i heard a smash in the window, i looked over to see that the guys from that gang was smashing the windows. When they were gunna break my window a bunch of cops came and arrested them. Then a random guy pulls me out of the vehicle, at first i thought it was one of the gang people or the cops, but it was a random guy...my dream ended then, the next night i had another dream...We (me and the random guy from the end of my dream) were walking on the sand were i used to live,(i used to go there almost everyday to go swimming)we were holding hands, and he said "Im sorry Brianna, but we cant be together now. but in the future well be together forever and always." at that moment he sorta..like...faded away...
those are my dreams so can someone tell me what the gang fight means and what the guy (I've never seen that guy before) means...?