HAPPINESS:

Happiness is having what you really want, or is it? Or is it allowing OTHERS to have what they really want?

To WANT happiness yourself is fine, but it is how you achieve it or plan it that really counts. It is not the destination that is important but the journey.

If you was to travel to your promised land to find happiness, you are instantly limiting yourself to no further happiness until you arrive. It is as EQUALLY important to allow happiness to arise upon the journey.

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Notice the word ALLOW and how integral that word is to those first few paragraphs. Don’t restrict or confine; allow!

If you are not happy all of the time, then at least be assured that this is how most people exist. It is how most of us seem to perceive our humdrum existence.

Yet however, we can improve this ratio of understanding with practice. With a steady progress we can also become skilful at being happy for longer and more often.

Let me explain with a story how easy it is to approach life in the wrong manner. If you can raise a smile at this story, you’ll be aware that this type of anger exists within your own soul.

REVENGE

…Once upon a time, there was a wise man who insisted that to live well, one had to be positive and thankful for all of life.

One day, a traveller came to him and said, “How can I be positive? Nothing goes right in life! I’ve been badly hurt by people I have trusted, and now I want revenge!”

The wise man shook his head. “What would you do to those that hurt you?” he asked.

“I’d tear them limb from limb… I’d ruin their business… I’d…” and he broke off. “Can you help me get revenge?” he begged.

“Yes’” said the wise man. “I’ll certainly help you, but first you must do two things for me.”

“I will,” said the traveller.

“First,” said the wise man, “I want you to tear a branch off that tree over there.”

The traveller readily went to the tree and twisted off a large branch. “There you are! What’s the second thing?”

The wise man smiled. “Now put it back,” he said.

The traveller stood staring. “I can’t do that,” he said.

“No,” said the wise man. “So remember this; it’s very easy to wound and destroy, but it is more difficult to repair the damage that has been done. Note that the tree won’t hurt you back. It will go on growing and bearing fruit. It’s much better to be creative than destructive - - even to people that have hurt you.”…

For every moment you want revenge, and then realise it is both pitiful and destructive, there is a moment of sweetness soon after; as you settle for a positive attitude instead of a negative.

Rather than wallow in your own sadness, rejoice in the skill you have developed to overcome your revenge.

(Unknown Author)

QUOTE: “Just as a trainer disciplines and calms a wild and wilful steed by subjecting it to skilful and prolonged training, so must the wild, wandering, random activities of body and speech be tamed to make them docile, righteous and skilful.”

(His Holiness the Dalai Lama).

ADAPTING TO CHANGE:

When you take on a new role or new profession you can easily become a different person. What suddenly happens is that your new role consumes your old identity. What you need to do is ADAPT TO CHANGE.

This all consuming act may not be seen within a day, but it may be seen within a month.

With all due respect to graduates, as we feature one within today’s story, they may well be academic, but most every person suffers the trials and tribulations of our emotions.

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The Oxford graduate is succumbed by his own career and its very purpose, so much so he cannot see the obvious. It is almost as if he is wearing blinkers. This very trait, of not recognising when our emotions bulldoze our thought pattern, will only lead to headstrong decisions. Allow this next illustration to explain the problem in a regular day to day event.

A SIMPLE LIFE

An Oxford businessman was at a local bar when a small band of musicians were just finishing a gig. Inside the small pub was a very large audience who had been pleased immeasurably. The Oxford graduate complimented the Barnsley musician and lead singer on the quality of his performance and vocal talent and asked how long it had taken to become so accomplished.

The Barnsley musician replied only a little while.

The Oxford graduate then asked why didn’t he perform more often and earn more money?

The Barnsley musician said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.

The Oxford graduate then asked the Barnsley musician how he spent the rest of his time.

The Barnsley man said, “I sleep late, I practice a little music, play with my children, take an afternoon nap with my wife, Yvonne, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my comrades. I have a full and busy life, sir.”

The Oxford graduate scoffed, “I am an Oxford Graduate in business Studies, with honours, and could help you. You should spend more time practicing and performing your skill, with the proceeds, buy bigger and better sound and lighting equipment. With the proceeds of a better sound, you could encourage the best musicians in the region to join your band; eventually you would have a masterful band who commands a huge fee. Instead of selling your services to the local pub, you could sell yourself onto the club circuit, then onto the theatre circuit and before long you could be supporting an international band. You would control the production and eventually write your own songs that could earn you millions around the world.

“You would need to leave this small village you call Barnsley and move to London, then New York, Sydney and Los Angeles where you will run your expanding enterprise.”

The Barnsley musician asked, “But sir, how long will this all take?”

To which the Oxford graduate replied, “3 - 6 years.”

“But what then, sir?” asked the Barnsley man.

The Oxford graduate laughed, and said, “That’s the best part! When the time is right, you would announce your band upon the stock market and sell your company stock to the public. You’ll become very rich; you would make millions upon millions!”

“Millions, sir?” replied the Barnsley musician, “Then what?”

“Once you had all that money and freedom, what would YOU do?” Said the Oxford graduate.

The Barnsley musician replied, “Sir I would retire. Move to the small village life, as I experience here in Barnsley, where I would sleep late, practice a little music, play with my kids, take an afternoon nap with my wife, Yvonne, stroll to the village in the evenings where I could sip wine and play my guitar with my comrades.”

(Adapted by the Editor)

QUOTE: “Very little is needed to make life happy. It is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.”

(Marcus Aurelius)

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LOVE OF WISDOM:

Wisdom is a strange subject, what may be right for one person isn’t always right for another. What is equally important, other than the wisdom being right for you, is that is empowers you.

When reading these stories of wisdom, you may understand the wisdom being expressed but it may not suit your lifestyle. This is how we must expect it to be. But if a particular piece of editorial empowers your soul and it shakes your very roots, then we need to be thankful for this encounter.

If you were in a situation and the very best possible result, was your happiness, yet as you study the worst possible scenario, this results in your happiness too. This may not happen too often, but what you have done is think positive. When others may strive for greatness and finish up with the opposite of their desire, they can almost certainly expect sadness and depression.

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Try and see the good in everything. If you have two possible solutions to a problem and the outcome doesn’t depend on you, then if you have the ability to make the most of whatever is presented to you, you’ll survive happier.

The illustrated story is a tussle with circumstances. But accepting them rather than fight them has proven in this example to be more fulfilling.

MAMA’S ADVICE

Last Friday I came home from work and as I entered my home, I realised that someone had been in the house. As I walked through the house assessing the damage, I found polished furniture, made and changed beds, vacuum and mopped floors, clean bathrooms, laundered and folded clothes, a sparkling kitchen - in general I had a very clean house. I assure you that this is not how I had left my house that morning.

I immediately knew that my daughter had visited and cleaned my house for me. Of course, I was elated but I also felt bad because I knew what a sacrifice it was for her to do this, with three children, a business and a house of her own to manage.

As I was looking at all the deeds she had done, I suddenly heard my mama’s voice in my ear screaming at me, “Will you ever learn this lesson?” I realized then that I was going around unconsciously moving things and putting them in their ‘proper order.’ The lesson that my mental ear was hearing was some advice my mama gave me when I got married.

“If your husband helps you in the house doing anything, never go behind him and change it. When I was first married, your daddy would help me by making the beds, washing dishes or whatever. I never liked the way he did it, so I always went behind him and did it my way. Before long, he stopped helping me and never offered to help me with anything else. So, even if it doesn’t meet your standards or is not done your way, accept it as a gift or he will stop giving.”

Boy, did that lesson ring true today and so many other times in my life. Why is that we cannot accept help without wanting to customize it to our way of thinking? As long as the job gets done well, does it really matter how it gets done? I reflected back, and realised that I had a tendency to always change or rearrange things to my way of doing or thinking. Could it be that this had kept me from growth in my life? Could it be that I had failed to see a better way, just because it was not my way? Could I have missed blessings because of my narrow-minded view? Were there others in my life that wanted to help but were afraid their efforts would not meet my standards? Had I made others feel inferior and unimportant because I had to change them to my liking?

Well, I sat down in my clean house, keeping everything just as my daughter had so painstakingly left it, and thanked God for children that loved me and for His grace in giving me one more chance to pass the test. I hope I have learned to follow Mama’s advice this time!

(Maxine Wright)

QUOTE: “The essence of greatness is the ability to choose personal fulfilment in the circumstances where others choose madness.”

(Dr. Wayne W. Dyer., American Psychotherapist, Author, Lecturer).

LOVE:

Love can be an area of fear for many people, yet it is the paradise for others. Why would that be?

It is the viewing, the seeing and the perception.

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QUOTE: “The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it.”

(Richard David Bach)

We all can easily say that in loving someone else we must be careful not to get hurt. But this very resistance to let ourselves go, prohibits any likely advancement and success in love.

As we go through life we have an opportunity to gain from our experiences. If we can do this with a certain degree of success we can call this having WISDOM.

This principle also applies to love, although agreeably the understanding isn’t so simple. But nevertheless we can expect to use wisdom to guide us where necessary.

We must learn to enjoy the moments we encounter together. As humans we have the skill to adjust our life, gain knowledge, gain experience and plot a more fulfilling loving relationship. We are the controller! If we cannot find the knowledge we need to move forward in our reasoning, we must trust in the ‘allowing’. Allow events to happen and go with the flow. This encourages a freedom and ALLOWS a new experience to develop.

Today’s excerpt is one that plots the way to paradise. Discover whether this resembles your proposed route.

MY HEART SPEAKS

Ah, Paradise exists in so very many places. It can be found in a quaint little restaurant, dimly lit by candlelight; on a beach at twilight, with a dinghy’s bell heard in the distance; it exists in a park, on a blanket, spread beneath the trees, with gaiety and laughter heard all around.

It’s a state of mind between two people that occurs when love - sometimes gently and quietly, sometimes with intensity and fervour – enters the threshold of the mind, and swiftly carries them into a warm, revered mood, and a locus* filled with awe.

If you’ve never been to Paradise, it’s Magic - the possibilities, limitless. To get there, you must close your eyes and open your heart; let the real you unfold and blossom. Once Paradise is discovered, your heart and soul will flourish and both will dance in jubilation. You’ll see life in a way you may never have imagined.

It’s metaphorically flying… It’s Euphoria.

Paradise is a way of life between two and is a constant behaviour. It stays steady regardless of what life presents. It takes time and doesn’t happen instantaneously. It must be nurtured and protected, by two mature people who realize life not only has great trials, but also offers tremendous joy, especially when shared.

Yes, everyone wants the fairy tale – to be loved, and love that one special person they have been seeking their whole life. But very few are willing to share their heart and soul in the manner required and, initially perhaps, they don’t realize when they’ve made that connection.

We are a very quick people. We want instant gratification – we want soul connection and instantaneous love. When we don’t get it, we, quite simply, forsake those who offer that which we seek because those offerings may not be readily apparent and take time to unearth. Instead, we choose to take the road most travelled, awaiting the next opportunity; we cling to the hope that Paradise might be found when we knock upon the next available door. Very few want to board the slow train to Paradise, because taking the slow train means being patient. It means not only offering our strengths to support the other’s weaknesses but also accepting the other’s strengths to provide a foundation for our own weaknesses. Taking the slow train means giving freely of ourselves and being open and willingly receptive to the offerings of others.

Where does the slow train go? On a metaphorical flight – to Euphoria.

Ultimate destination? Paradise.

*Locus - a line, plane, or place, every point of which satisfies a given condition and which contains no point that does not satisfy this condition.

(Tami C Ryan, October 20, 2002)

QUOTE: “As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world – that is the myth of the ‘atomic age’ – as in the being able to remake ourselves.”

(Mohandas Karamchand Ghandi)

THE RIGHT HAND A newly appointed teacher was assigned the duty to handle a class in a school. The teacher who was handling that class had a very bad impression about the students. So she warned the new teacher about them and advised her to be stern, strict, rough and tough from the outset. Influenced by this advice, the new teacher entered the class with a grim face waving a cane to generate fear. The students were frightened seeing her expression. She asked them a question to test their previous knowledge and ordered that those who knew the answer should raise their right hands. Many students raised their right hands. Others who did not know the answer sat still, anticipating her violent reaction. While examining the students, she found that a boy in the last row had raised his left hand instead of his right hand. She assumed it to be an expression of gross misbehaviour and indiscipline, as she was prejudiced by the report of the previous teacher. She noted that he was probably the naughtiest student in the class. In a fit of anger, she rushed to the boy and thrashed him violently with the cane, shouting savagely, hoping that it would be an effective warning to all. The poor child fell down and cried aloud. Then she noted that his right hand was crippled and that was why he raised his left hand instead of his right hand, to show that he knew the answer. The teacher was shocked. She tried her best to pacify the crying child. Later she learned that the child had been a victim of poliomyelitis and used to write with his left hand as his right hand was totally deformed. This incident transformed the teacher. She became friendly with every student, asked them personal questions and learned the names, abilities, defects, special talents and family background of every student in her class. With this personal and affectionate approach she could easily win their appreciation and admiration. She became a very successful teacher and was loved and respected by all her students. Bias and prejudice may impair our judgment and damage human relations. Personal contact with intimate interaction with others is the best method of teaching, catechesis and evangelisation. Love is the language prescribed by Jesus for evangelisation. Jesus said, “Love your neighbour as you love yourself” {Matthew 22:39 }. St. James advises, “Remember this, my dear brothers! Everyone must be quick to listen, but slow to speak and slow to become angry” {James 1: 19 }. St. Paul advises, “If you become angry, do not let your anger lead you into sin….Do not use harmful words, but only helpful words, the kind that build up and provide what is needed, so that what you say will do good to those who hear you….Get rid of all bitterness, passion, and anger. No more shouting or insults, no more hateful feelings of any sort. Instead, be kind and tender-hearted to one another, and forgive one another, as God has forgiven you through Christ” {Ephesians 4: 26 -32}. By: Dr. Babu Philip, Professor, Cochin University of Science & Technology, Fine Arts Avenue, Kochi-682016, Kerala, India. This is Story No. 156 in this site. Please click ‘Older Posts’ at the bottom of a page to read previous stories and click ‘Newer Posts’ at the bottom of a page to read newer stories in this site. Please click on a word in the ‘Story Themes’ to read stories on that theme.

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THE RIGHT HAND A newly appointed teacher was assigned the duty to handle a class in a school. The teacher who was handling that class had a very bad impression about the students. So she warned the new teacher about them and advised her to be stern, strict, rough and tough from the outset. Influenced by this advice, the new teacher entered the class with a grim face waving a cane to generate fear. The students were frightened seeing her expression. She asked them a question to test their previous knowledge and ordered that those who knew the answer should raise their right hands. Many students raised their right hands. Others who did not know the answer sat still, anticipating her violent reaction. While examining the students, she found that a boy in the last row had raised his left hand instead of his right hand. She assumed it to be an expression of gross misbehaviour and indiscipline, as she was prejudiced by the report of the previous teacher. She noted that he was probably the naughtiest student in the class. In a fit of anger, she rushed to the boy and thrashed him violently with the cane, shouting savagely, hoping that it would be an effective warning to all. The poor child fell down and cried aloud. Then she noted that his right hand was crippled and that was why he raised his left hand instead of his right hand, to show that he knew the answer. The teacher was shocked. She tried her best to pacify the crying child. Later she learned that the child had been a victim of poliomyelitis and used to write with his left hand as his right hand was totally deformed. This incident transformed the teacher. She became friendly with every student, asked them personal questions and learned the names, abilities, defects, special talents and family background of every student in her class. With this personal and affectionate approach she could easily win their appreciation and admiration. She became a very successful teacher and was loved and respected by all her students. Bias and prejudice may impair our judgment and damage human relations. Personal contact with intimate interaction with others is the best method of teaching, catechesis and evangelisation. Love is the language prescribed by Jesus for evangelisation. Jesus said, “Love your neighbour as you love yourself” {Matthew 22:39 }. St. James advises, “Remember this, my dear brothers! Everyone must be quick to listen, but slow to speak and slow to become angry” {James 1: 19 }. St. Paul advises, “If you become angry, do not let your anger lead you into sin….Do not use harmful words, but only helpful words, the kind that build up and provide what is needed, so that what you say will do good to those who hear you….Get rid of all bitterness, passion, and anger. No more shouting or insults, no more hateful feelings of any sort. Instead, be kind and tender-hearted to one another, and forgive one another, as God has forgiven you through Christ” {Ephesians 4: 26 -32}. By: Dr. Babu Philip, Professor, Cochin University of Science & Technology, Fine Arts Avenue, Kochi-682016, Kerala, India. This is Story No. 156 in this site. Please click ‘Older Posts’ at the bottom of a page to read previous stories and click ‘Newer Posts’ at the bottom of a page to read newer stories in this site. Please click on a word in the ‘Story Themes’ to read stories on that theme.

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Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn’t there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called h er name, every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn’t there. “Where’s her daddy at?” she heard a boy call out. “She probably doesn’t have one,” another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, “Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.” The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. “My Daddy couldn’t be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me w ith pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I’m not standing here alone. ‘Cause my daddy’s always with me, even though we are apart. I know because he told me, he’ll forever be in my heart” With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. “I love my daddy very much, he’s my shining star. And if he could, he’d be here, but heaven’s just too far. You see he was a fireman and died just this past year. When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away.” And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother’s amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. “I know you’re with me Daddy,” to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.

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My Dad is A Rising Star

I remember a young lady who went to work for a company immediately after graduating from college. She seemed extremely talented but unbelievably timid. She was assigned to a division-level marketing department where she assisted in the production of advertising and collateral material. Her supervisor associated her shyness with a lack of technical and conceptual skills. As a result, she was never included in brainstorming or planning sessions. The supervisor thought she was best suited to simple graphics layout and paste-up. Frustrated that her talents were squandered on simple tasks, she applied to the corporate marketing department. The vice-president reviewed her resume and transferred her without interviewing her at length. His concept of the young lady was positive and assigned her to a series of important, key projects. She performed magnificently. A few months later, the original supervisor was in the vice-president’s office admiring the new corporate ad campaign. The project consisted of television and radio commercials, full-page ads for national publications and complete press kits. The supervisor asked, "What kind of a Madison Avenue rain-maker worked this kind of magic?" The VP replied, "This was all completed by that young lady you sent me. That was the best move I ever made!" This is but one example of the dozens of cases I can document where individuals were literally hobbled by low or incorrect expectations. In many instances, the mind set of a co-worker or supervisor can restrict an employee’s ability to become an excellent performer. This cause-and-effect model applies to all aspects of our lives. The neighbor’s young son asked if he could mow my yard. I told him I would talk to his dad first. The father said, "I don’t think he can handle a mower. I never let him near mine. Go ahead if you like." I assured him I would watch his son closely and be certain he could handle the equipment safely. The boy not only knew how to handle the mower, but did such a good job, I asked him to help each week. His dad was amazed. "I never would have guessed," he said. "You should have given him a chance," I suggested. by : Bruce D. Zimmerman, Source Unknown

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You’ll Get Exactly What You Expect

It’s nice to know that you’re secured with that someone. That even if the rain is pouring hard and the sky is almost dark, he’ll never leave you just so you won’t feel alone. Even if his friends had left him (and even if he has to be somewhere else) he’d still stay by your side, just so you won’t feel alone. It’s so good to know that you have someone who’ll be willing to help you cope up in every frustrations you’re having. Every depressing moments, every down moments, every self-worthless-realization moments, he’d be there, not because you want someone to be with you, but because he wants to be with you. It’s great to know when a person appreciates every little thing you do. Even a smile would mean a lot to him, just because you own that smile. And that even if no words are expressed as long as the eyes understand, you’d be able to communicate, just like that. It’s overwhelming when a person tells you that he loves you for who you are. He may not have an answer when you ask him why, but really, he doesn’t have to have reasons for loving you. It’s more grateful to know that someone is grateful to have you. We don’t choose the people who enter our lives, so it must be luck that you have that person, then you have to be thankful. It may just be coincidence or fate, but whatever the reason is, you have to be thankful in having him the same way he is thankful for having you. It’s a wonderful feeling when you’re on the verge of giving up the things you’ve worked hard for, someone isn’t just helping you carry the weight on your shoulders, but he carries it on his own because he’d also be in pain when you are in pain. And then you’ll realize, trials would all be worth it as long as you have him, not because he would do things for you, but because you gather all the strength you need, in him and his love. It’s a superb feeling when one is willing to take the risks just so you’ll be happy. Unselfishness rule in him just so happiness would take over you. It’s a nice feeling that when you’re apart, and days seem to be long, that person misses you. Yes, you might feel bad about not being with each other, but knowing that you feel the same way would drive those blues away, thinking, you’d fight over that feeling because you’re looking forward to seeing each other, and that’s something to be happy about. It’s a great feeling when he wants to be with you because of the happiness you have when you’re together. That even if corny jokes and senseless stories are told, it won’t matter as long as you’re together. It’s a lovely feeling when someone thinks about your future, with or without him. He cares and he cares enough to think of you and what you’ll be someday. But of course, he also wants to be in it someday. It’s a nice feeling when you can be who you really are with that person. No pretentions, no lies, no hypocrisy, because he accepts you for who you are. You can be funny, you can be embarrased, but it won’t matter coz it doesn’t matter to him. Trust and faith in each other keeps you alive. And it will always do. It’s good to know that you have someone who’ll not have the intentions of breaking your heart. Instead, he would be willing to mend it, picking up the broken pieces of your heart that your past love have scattered in the ground. He may not be able to put the pieces back to where they really belong, but you shouldn’t mind, because he had repaired that heart of yours, and he fixed it in his own way. He loves you in his own way, not the way your past did. He fixed your heart in a different way, to keep you from feeling the pains of your past heartache and to make you feel, the love, that he’s unselfishly giving. It’s a great feeling when that person has every effort to let you feel what he feels for you. Because of the distractions, you may not hear him shout it to the world, but as long as you feel it, his efforts has paid off, big time. And when you feel the same way too… He’d feel as if he’s the luckiest person alive. … when in fact, you’re more blessed to have him.

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It is…

Phil Booker, Philosopher of Life

Five percent of people choose to reason when resolving a problem, twenty percent go into deep thought, twenty five percent think they think, forty percent try to think, ten percent would rather die than think. But it is the five percent that change the world.
- Phil Booker, Philosopher of Life

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A quote of mine I found on a quotation site … Wow! Does than mean I am now a recognised philosopher?!

I think not … as a claim is not worthy. I will continue to leads by example