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don't wait until people are dead to give them flower
I swear by the quiet silence of your paper house, I know your dreams are as beautiful as my fancies believable. You've got the mystic believe of love from my silence. I've got the final point of belief from your silence. Maybe it's not possible to feel that the words we say about the paper world we've made are hearable. But we can start to paint the gray branches of the paper trees green. I know painting, you know painting too. So why don't you start? When I was a child, I didn't have any water color. I used to go to little garden near stream and cut all the color flowers and paint. If we search the paper garden near paper house for a short time, there have to be flowers to paint our believes the red color of love.

ادامه مطلب
[ پنجشنبه 1391/07/27 ] [ 23:3 ] [ نمیدونم ]

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?"

Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat.

There is no place here for you.

" Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel.

"Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear

when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going.

When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered.

"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."


ادامه مطلب
[ پنجشنبه 1391/06/23 ] [ 20:31 ] [ نمیدونم ]

A long time ago, there was an Emperor who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he likes, then the Emperor would give him the area of land he has covered.

Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible. When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible.

Came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and he was exhausted and was dying. Then he asked himself, "Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself."

The above story is similar with the journey of our Life. We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition. We neglect our health , time with our family and to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love.

One day when we look back , we will realize that we don't really need that much, but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed.

Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition. Life is definitely not about work! Work is only necessary to keep us living so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life. Life is a balance of Work and Play, Family and Personal time. You have to decide how you want to balance your Life. Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts. Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life, the whole aim of human existence. But happiness has a lot of meaning. Which king of definition would you choose? Which kind of happiness would satisfy your high-flyer soul?


ادامه مطلب
[ جمعه 1391/06/03 ] [ 13:21 ] [ نمیدونم ]


A small crack appeared on a cocoon. A man sat for hours and watched carefully the struggle of the butterfly to get out of that small crack of cocoon.

Then the butterfly stopped striving. It seemed that she was exhausted and couldn’t go on trying. The man decided to help the poor creature. He widened the crack by scissors. The butterfly came out of cocoon easily, but her body was tiny and her wings were wrinkled.

The ma continued watching the butterfly. He expected to see her wings become expanded to protect her body. But it didn’t happen! As a matter of fact, the butterfly had to crawl on the ground for the rest of her life, for she could never fly.

The kind man didn’t realize that God had arranged the limitation of cocoon and also the struggle for butterfly to get out of it, so that a certain fluid could be discharged from her body to enable her to fly afterward.

Sometimes struggling is the only thing we need to do. If God had provided us with an easy to live without any difficulties then we become paralyzed, couldn’t become strong and could not fly.

Don’t worry, fight with difficulties and be sure that you can prevail over them


ادامه مطلب
[ پنجشنبه 1391/05/26 ] [ 5:57 ] [ نمیدونم ]


A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a landmine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.


ادامه مطلب
[ یکشنبه 1391/05/22 ] [ 21:33 ] [ نمیدونم ]

THE WORLD DOES NOT GIVE ANYONE THE OPPORTUNITY TO

FINALLY, ANYONE WHO IS BORN DIES

STONE TO DEATH IS KNOWN

THE LIFE OF EVERY PERSON WHO EATS GLASS

 

 


ادامه مطلب
[ شنبه 1391/05/21 ] [ 18:26 ] [ نمیدونم ]
[ پنجشنبه 1391/05/19 ] [ 21:37 ] [ نمیدونم ]

A professor stood before her Philosophy 101 class and had some items in front of her. When the class began, wordlessly, she picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

She then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. She shook the jar lightly.

The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. She then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. She then asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with a unanimous - yes.

The professor then produced two cans of liquid chocolate from under the table and proceeded to pour the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - - your family, your spouse, your health, your children, your friends, your favorite passions - - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car." "The sand is everything else - - the small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first," she continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

"Take care of the golf balls first the things that really matter. Set your priorities.

The rest is just sand."One student raised her hand and inquired what the chocolate represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for chocolate!"


ادامه مطلب
[ یکشنبه 1391/05/15 ] [ 18:21 ] [ نمیدونم ]


A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits.

 

The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn."

 

"Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now."

 

replied boy. The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn.

 

The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida." Again the woman answered in the negative.

With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver.

 The store-owner, who was listening to all, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job."

The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"

 

[ پنجشنبه 1391/05/12 ] [ 1:18 ] [ نمیدونم ]


مردی دیروقت، خسته و عصبانی از سر کار به خانه بازگشت. دم در، پسر پنج ساله اش را دید که در انتظار او بود.

 

- بابا! یک سوال از شما بپرسم؟

- بله حتماً. چه سوالی؟

- بابا شما برای هر ساعت کار چقدر پول می‌گیرید؟

 

مرد با عصبانیت پاسخ داد : این به تو ربطی نداره. چرا چنین سوالی می‌پرسی؟

 

- فقط می خواهم بدانم. بگویید برای هر ساعت کار چقدر پول می‌گیرید؟

- اگر باید بدانی می گویم. ۲۰ دلار.

- پسر کوچک در حالی که سرش پایین بود، آه کشید. بعد به مرد نگاه کرد و گفت: می‌شود لطفا ۱۰ دلار به من قرض بدهید؟

 

مرد بیشتر عصبانی شد و گفت :‌ اگر دلیلت برای پرسیدن این سوال فقط این بود که پولی برای خرید اسباب بازی از من بگیری، سریع به اتاقت برو و فکر کن که چرا اینقدر خودخواه هستی. من هر روز کار می کنم و برای چنین رفتارهای کودکانه ای وقت ندارم.

 

پسر کوچک آرام به اتاقش رفت و در را بست.

مرد نشست و باز هم عصبانی تر شد.

بعد از حدود یک ساعت مرد آرامتر شد و فکر کرد که شاید با پسر کوچکش خیلی خشن رفتار کرده است.

شاید واقعا او به ۱۰ دلار برای خرید چیزی نیاز داشته است.

بخصوص اینکه خیلی کم پیش می آمد پسرک از پدرش پول درخواست کند.

مرد به سمت اتاق پسر رفت و در را باز کرد.

 

- خواب هستی پسرم؟

- نه پدر بیدارم.

- من فکر کردم شاید با تو خشن رفتار کرده ام. امروز کارم سخت و طولانی بود و ناراحتی هایم را سر تو خالی کردم. بیا این هم ۱۰ دلاری که خواسته بودی.

 

پسر کوچولو نشست خندید و فریاد زد : متشکرم بابا

بعد دستش را زیر بالشش برد و از آن زیر چند اسکناس مچاله بیرون آورد.

مرد وقتی دید پسر کوچولو خودش هم پول داشته دوباره عصبانی شد و گفت :‌ با اینکه خودت پول داشتی چرا دوباره تقاضای پول کردی ؟

بعد به پدرش گفت : برای اینکه پولم کافی نبود، ولی الان هست. حالا من ۲۰ دلار دارم. آیا می‌توانم یک ساعت از کار شما را بخرم تا فردا زودتر به خانه بیایید؟ چون دوست دارم با شما شام بخورم…

 

 

 


ادامه مطلب
[ سه شنبه 1391/05/10 ] [ 5:31 ] [ نمیدونم ]
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