الجزائر/ المسيلة: تحت عنوان “بنية تحتية عربية مرنة و مقاومة للكوارث.
الحملة تمت على مستوى الطريق الوطني رقم 08 بالحاجز الأمني مقابل مؤسسة إعادة التربية حول الوقاية والحد من حوادث المرور تم من خلالها توعية المواطنين واعطاء نصائح وارشادات وتوزيع مطويات بخصوص الموضوع
بحضور مصالح الدائرة ، الامن الوطني ، الحماية المدنية ، مقاطعة الغابات ، ممثل القسم الفرعي للموارد المائية، ممثل القسم الفرعي للتجهيزات العمومية، ممثل المؤسسة العمومية للصحة ، الكشافة الإسلامية، جمعية ابداع
الهدف هو ترسيخ قواعد الوقاية و التدخل و الحد من أخطار الكوارث في إطار التنمية المستدامة تغطية مزاري خلف الله
The essence of existence is like smoke, always shifting, always changing, yet somehow always present. It moves with the wind of thought, expanding and contracting, never quite settling but never truly disappearing. Perhaps to exist is simply to flow, to let oneself be carried by the great current of being without resistance.
All knowledge, it is said, comes from experience, but does that not mean that the more we experience, the wiser we become? If wisdom is the understanding of life, then should we not chase every experience we can, taste every flavor, walk every path, and embrace every feeling? Perhaps the greatest tragedy is to live cautiously, never fully opening oneself to the richness of being.
The essence of existence is like smoke, always shifting, always changing, yet somehow always present. It moves with the wind of thought, expanding and contracting, never quite settling but never truly disappearing. Perhaps to exist is simply to flow, to let oneself be carried by the great current of being without resistance.
All knowledge, it is said, comes from experience, but does that not mean that the more we experience, the wiser we become? If wisdom is the understanding of life, then should we not chase every experience we can, taste every flavor, walk every path, and embrace every feeling? Perhaps the greatest tragedy is to live cautiously, never fully opening oneself to the richness of being.
Even the gods, if they exist, must laugh from time to time. Perhaps what we call tragedy is merely comedy from a higher perspective, a joke we are too caught up in to understand. Maybe the wisest among us are not the ones who take life the most seriously, but those who can laugh at its absurdity and find joy even in the darkest moments.