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Why it feels so unreal

There are several things in life that one wants. Those things when acquired give a sense of happiness and contempt to some while there is a bunch of people who have another feeling and that is the feeling of disbelief. It just doesnt feel like it really happened and it takes quite long for the feeling to sink in or may be it never does and they just move on.

 There are some for whome the big really has to be BIG. Its very difficult for them to understand the tiny viny nuances of the life. They just do what they feel is right at that very moment. They hear all, listen to everyones point of view but ultimately end up doing what they had decided the very first time. Such people most of the times make very calculated choices but at times they get carried away and do what they feel like. Nothing is real for them and they just keep going on and on what ever happen. They just dont stop whether they lose a job, a friend or some very important part of their life. They are ever ready to start a fresh and always have a plan of some sorts. They kind of live in a simulation themselves and of which they have already visualized ever move.

I know of some one who always had his life this way. He was a bright student and admired by most of the fellows. A little shy but had group of good people around him. No one could really tell what he really wanted and it seemed like he just went with the flow of life or the life just flowed according to his will.

All was fine and then one day he lost his mother in a very complex inexplicable and unfortunate scenario. The world came to an end for him but it was surprising to see how he took care of all around him as if he had already prepared himself for the days to come and it only took him a couple of days to get over it. At least it seemed so because we will never come to know what was going on inside of him at that time. He managed all prety well and moved on in his life taking all who mattered with him.

This was not the end of the troubles and after three years that same person was diagnosed with carcinoma. This time again for us it was kind of a severe blow and the way he took it was truly admirable. He walked out of the treatmeant fair and square as if nothing has happened.

Life moved on and that person is now one of them who matter to most and seem to have everything in control. He did what he wanted and the way he wanted and I am damn sure that he has got what all he wanted and moved on.

I would never be able to disclose who this person is as that would render this piece of writing worthless. There would be some who by now have known who I am talking about but would request them to maintain the anonimity.

What is your Deepest Fear – Coach Karter

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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously
give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

A return to love – Marianne Williamson

Heart of Gratitude

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: “I am blind, please help.” There were only a few coins in the hat.
A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.
Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, “Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?”
The man said, “I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.”
I wrote: “Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it.”
Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.
When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.Keep the faith and drop the fear.
The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!
Enjoy your day with a heart of gratitude.
A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: “I am blind, please help.” There were only a few coins in the hat.

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A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.
Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, “Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?”
The man said, “I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.”
I wrote: “Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it.”
Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.
When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.Keep the faith and drop the fear.
The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!
Enjoy your day with a heart of gratitude.

THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND 2 CUPS OF COFFEE

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When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee…

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar
lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous yes.”

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured 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 God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and 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, and your car. The sand is everything else — the small stuff.” “If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.” The same goes for 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. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first — the things that
really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee 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 a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”

How to win!

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There once was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a running competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants. The race began….Honestly, no one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as: “oh, WAY too difficult! They will never make it to the top.” Or: “Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!”. The tiny frogs began collapsing one by one, except for those who in a fresh tempo were climbing higher and higher. The crowed continued to yell, “It is too difficult! No one will make it!” More tiny frogs got tired and gave up. But ONE continued higher and higher and higher. This one wouldn’t give up! At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog that after a big effort was the only one who reached the top! THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it? A contestant asked the tiny frog how the one who succeeded had found the strength to reach the goal?

 

It turned out that the winner was DEAF!

 

The wisdom of the story:

Never listen to other people’s tendencies to be negative or pessimistic, because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you. The ones you have in your heart! Always think of the power.

Lesson from life

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 A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and four year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon on to the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

 

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about grandfather,” said the son. “I have had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor”. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. Their grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still the only word the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with the wood scraps on the floor.

He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the reminder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or a tablecloth soiled.

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How to carry a Burden?

 

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Long long ago there lived a monarch who had twin sons. There was confusion about which one was born first. As they grew to young manhood, the king sought a fair way to designate one of them as crown prince.

 

All who knew the young men thought them equal in intelligence, wit, personal charm, health, and physical strength. Being a keenly observant king, he thought he detected a trait in one, which was not shared by the other.

 

Calling them to his council chamber one day, he said, “My sons, the day will come when one of you must succeed me as king. The burdens of sovereignty are very heavy. To find out which of you is better able to bear them cheerfully, I am sending to a far corner of the kingdom.

 

One of my advisors there will place equal burdens on your shoulders. My crown will one day go to the one who first returns bearing his burden like a king should.”

 

In a spirit of friendly competition, the brothers set out together. Soon they overtook an aged woman struggling under a burden that deemed far too heavy for her frail body.

 

One of the boys suggested that they stop to help her. The other protested: “We have a burden of our own to worry about. Let us be on our way.” The objector hurried on while the other stayed behind to give aid to the old woman.

 

Along the road, from day to day, he found others who also needed help. A blind man took him miles out of his way, and a lame man slowed him to a cripples walk.

 

Eventually, he did reach his father’s advisor, where he secured his own burden and started home with it safely on his shoulders.

 

When he arrived at the palace, his brother met him at the gate, and greeted him with dismay. He said. ” I don’t understand, I told father the burden was too heavy to carry. How did you do it?” The future king replied thoughtfully, I suppose when I helped others to carry their burdens, I found strength to carry my own.”

 

 

Hammer and the nail

 

 

 

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There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail to the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all.

 

He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.

 

When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out, it wont matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as physical one.

 

 

FAMILY- Real meaning!- too touchy!

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F A M I L Y

I ran into a stranger as he passed by, “Oh excuse me please” was my reply. He said, “Please excuse me too;I wasn’t watching for you.” We went on our way and we said goodbye. We were very polite, this stranger and I..But a t home a different story is told. How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. “Move out of the way,” I said with a frown. I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken. He walked away, his little heart broken.
While I lay awake in bed, I heard a voice.God’s still small voice came to me and said,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door. “While dealing with a stranger,common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse.Go and look o n the kitchen floor,Those are the flowers he brought for you.He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.” ” For moments I was shocked. I went to the kitchen And now my tears began to fall. In the morning I went to his room “Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.
and he stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, By this time, I felt very small,I quietly went and knelt by his bed; I moved with him to the kitchen and said “Are these the flowers you picked for me?” I picked ’em because they’re pretty like you. I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today; I said, “Son, I love you . He smiled, “I found ’em, out by the tree.
I knew you’d like ’em, especially the blue.” I said “I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.” He said, “Oh, Dad, that’s okay.
I love you anyway.”
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss
for the rest of their lives. into work than into our own family,an unwise investment indeed, don’t you think?
So what is behind the story?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

Box full of kisses

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”

 

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”

 

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

 

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

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In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses…from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.