Life is a series of collisions with the future.---Jose' Ortega y Gasset
You cannot teach children to take care of themselves unless you let them try. They will make mistakes; and out of these mistakes comes wisdom.--H. W. Beecher
'Laughter is the sun that drives
winter from the human face.'
It was about time you closed a couple of topics after 1 year. Poor stupids peeps.
"The wonderful thing with ideas and meeting new people, is that it may not lead to what was planned, but even better thing..."
A well-developed sense of humor
is the pole that adds balance to your steps
as you walk the tightrope of life.
~William Arthur Ward
Hi Pam !
"Dreams don't work, unless you do."
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
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“There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.”
Hi Girls !
Thank you, Fullmoon & Pam!
May your light become a living universal light.
"Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you."
"Surround yourself with the dreamers and the doers, the believers and thinkers, but most of all, surround yourself with those who see the greatness within you, even when you don’t see it yourself."
"Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it."
"Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny."
“Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.”
"What does a man need in order to be happy.
...Only those who think and live creatively will survive in this life and beyond.
...Progression is retrogression and retrogression becomes progression.
...Everything is so infinitely simple, so infinitely beautiful."
Hi Erin !
"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much."
"Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings."
Thank you, everyone!
Once there was a little creature resting on the branch of a mighty Oak that was Father of the forest. The little creature was sitting there sighing, and from time to time crying a little bit - its tiny body almost buckling under some unseen weight. Finally the great old Oak could listen no longer. In a voice belonging to a giant, but that was also as gentle as a breeze, the mighty Oak spoke out: "Little creature, what is wrong with you?" The little creature was surprised to feel such concern coming from anyone, let alone the tree in which it was perched. But sensing the overwhelming kindness that came along with the question, it answered as best it knew to do. The words came fairly spilling out its mouth, as if a pent-up stream of water waiting had been waiting to be released. "Don't you see, that's just it... I mean... I'm not sure. Well, that's not entirely true." "Whoa, slow down there little one," the Oak spoke in measured tones attempting to quiet the creature. "No need to be in a hurry telling me what you will. I've been standing here for centuries, so I'm not going anywhere. Can you be a little more specific about what' you're suffering over and maybe then we can get to the why?' part of it?" Somewhat becalmed by these words, the creature started over. "Well, no matter how I look at it, nothing makes sense. I mean... I was sure it would be different than this." The Oak considered this comment for a moment and asked the only question it could at that point: "What exactly was it that you thought would be so different?" The little creature came out of its own thoughts for a moment as it realized the tree couldn't see what was so obvious to it. "Why... being a butterfly, of course. When I used to think about becoming a butterfly, I thought to myself my problems would be left behind me - beneath me, if you will... but everything still irritates me. And," the little creature lowered its voice somewhat so as to be sure no one else would hear its next comment, "I'm afraid a lot of the time. I figured that after I had become a butterfly, I just wouldn't have the fears that I used to have, but I still do! And that's not all... the past - it bothers me! I was sure that as a butterfly my former life wouldn't be a problem for me anymore." The tall Oak tree looked at the little creature and knew instantly what was wrong. "Yes, I see; what you've said makes a lot of sense now. But, let me ask you a couple more questions. We both need to get to the bottom of this problem if we're going to solve this mystery for you." And the little creature said, "Oh, thanks so much!" The Oak continued, "Do you find yourself getting tripped up quite often?" The little creature thought for a minute and said, "You know what? I do get tripped up. Yes! I trip quite often as a matter of fact!" "And how about this?" the tree followed up. "Do you spend a lot of time chewing over things?" "Yes. I spend a lot of time chewing over things." "And are there times when it takes you a long time to get out of your own way?" The little creature was amazed at the accuracy of the tree's questions. "You've tagged it for me! All these things you said about me are true." "Well," the great Oak spoke again. "I think I've figured out the mystery here. Are you sure you want to know the answer?" "Of course I do," said the creature, somewhat surprised at the question. "Please go ahead." "All right then," said the tree, carefully measuring out the medicine it knew would be bitter to the little creature clinging to its branch. "Here's the reason for your continuing confusion about why life isn't to your liking: You aren't a butterfly yet; you're still a caterpillar."
Dragonfly Spiritual Story by Unknown.
Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads, there lived a little water beetle in a community of water beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond with few disturbances and interruptions. Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their friend was dead, gone forever. Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what he had found at the top. When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying. So, fly he did! And, as he soared he saw the beauty of a whole new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never known existed. Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking by now he was dead. He wanted to go back to tell them, and explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended. But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he understood that their time would come, when they, too, would know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off into his joyous new life!
“The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing.”
The more you smoke da herb,the more babylon fall.(bob marley)
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. ~Pietro Aretino
here I make 2
this's one wall paper big size
The more knowledge,
The more love, the more
“No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one!”
C. JoyBell C.
If Stars Could Talk
Trees don’t grow even. They don’t grow straight… Just however it makes them happy.
"Patience is not passive; on the contrary, it is active; it is concentrated strength."
Edward G. Bulewer-Lytton, novelist
"Silence has a meaning."
Great, Erin !
The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.
"Peace begins with a smile."
"I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples."