REAL BEAUTY..

Everyone is beautiful, everyone has something really special about them! Looking pretty or smart means nothing..

I wish people would stop putting value in commercial beauty… it means nothing if you are not actually a NICE PERSON!!

Win at life by caring for the ones, that can’t care for themselves and bringing light in to the dark parts of the world… There is already enough darkness… just try not to add to it!
This thought reminds me of an old saying, which goes something like this,

“Physical beauty means nothing when, the person lacks the beauty of Heart, Soul & Mind”💫….

People who possesses this beauty, those are the people who shine’s the most, through their work, ideas & factual deeds…

And when the world starts to truly recognize them, then the brightness of their beauty expands, day by day… more and more, till to the point of, “There is no darkness left”…..💡

Let’s wish for that day to come soon.❄

Have a wonderful week😊

Thank You.

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ENJOY LIFE..

Everyday there is much change all around. The weather changes, the time changes, and the mood changes. Everything is constantly moving. Cars are always moving forward, stop lights are always blinking a different color then the ones behind them, and the wind lets the trees and the grass dance for a while with the lonely leaves…. People often get so caught up in their own movement that it becomes impossible to notice the every day change that is all around.

The things we use to appreciate are the things we take for granted. The glass of happiness and satisfaction gets bigger and more difficult to fill up. The routine of wanting more is a daily inevitability. In todays world wanting more is all we know. Social icons and television always promise happiness and satisfaction as long as we keep doing “this” or keep buying “that”. The tolerance level for happiness shoots way up, and whatever satisfies us now, must be more complex then what did satisfy us a week ago. If only we could learn to appreciate the things we take for granted, and the things that are not so complex, we could then be ultimately satisfied and remain happy forever.

Every day there is much change all around, while the one thing that needs a good change, doesn’t. We fear change because change could interrupt our stability and it could ruin our temporary satisfaction. Sometimes we know we could use a change, but we pretend that we don’t, and soon that thought gets pushed to the back of our mind, only to come out when we are alone . For some of us change is brought by inspiration, for others, change is brought by tragedy, and sometimes, every once and a while, the idea of change just clicks. When it clicks, you could be going through your mid life crisis, looking back on your so called life. And you also could be old, wise and on your death bed finally realizing what it’s all about, or you could be a 15-year-old with an open mind. But no matter when it clicks, it will feel like you are reborn, viewing the world for the first time. A while after the great change you will notice the every day change that is all around, and appreciate it like you once did, and not only will your glass of happiness and satisfaction be full like before, it will overflow, and that’s when you will realize that every thing is going to be alright.

Thank you.

Have a wonderful week.

Stand up and Think..

FAILURE IS ONLY THE WAY THAT LIFE HAS TO ASK YOU, HOW MUCH YOU WANT WHAT YOU WANT.

DATE ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY.

We all deserve the opportunity to change and discard the negative things in life, no matter how many times we fall, what matters is that we do not stop trying.

We intend to do great things. Change the world around us, adapt it to our tastes and interests. Without realizing that everything is much simpler.

We want to change people so that they are as we would like them to be but it is so simpler than that.

If we constantly fight against the world, it is logical that we reveal ourselves to the point of feeling that there is no possible solution to problems, frustration, and asking ourselves why? Perhaps we cry of impotence, we blame everyone, and the truth is that we rarely stop to reflect on what we do, what we say or how we act.

We do not appreciate the beauty that lies behind, we do not let everyone show themselves as they are. We do not understand each other and not only that, but we hide and we no longer know who we are.

And we do it because we do not want to forgive ourselves, because we do not feel a little bit of love for us, we are human! we have the right to make mistakes !!, But nothing happens

We are too hard on ourselves, implacable, too self-demanding, and we are afraid to try and fail again, because sometimes we feel that our minds play tricks on us, we become vulnerable, weak,

So stand up and think.

Thank you..

Have a great week…. 😊

Story of, “TWO TRAVELING ANGELS”

Two Traveling Angels Stopped to Spend the Night in the Home of a Wealthy Family.

The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion’s guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.

As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, “Things aren’t always what they seem.”

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.

After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night’s rest.

When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.

The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel, “How could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him.” – she accused. “The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die.”
“Things aren’t always what they seem.” – the older angel replied.

“When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn’t find it.

Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead.

“Things aren’t always what they seem.”

Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don’t turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later…

Should you find it hard to get to sleep tonight,
remember the homeless family who has no bed to lie in.

Should you find yourself stuck in traffic, don’t despair,
there are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard-of privilege.

Should you have a bad day at work,
think of the man who has been out of work for many months struggling to feed his family.

Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror,
think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.

Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking, “What is my purpose?”, be thankful,
there are those who didn’t live long enough to get the opportunity.

I came across of this story a while back. Just Decided to post on my blog so that, to remind me from time to time.

Hope you enjoy it.

Thank you😊

Have a Wonderful Week✨✨🎯.

“Character of the Happy Warrior” …by, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright;
Who, with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain;
In face of these doth exercise a power
Which is our human nature’s highest dower:
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
By objects, which might force the soul to abate
Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;
Is placable—because occasions rise
So often that demand such sacrifice;
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
As tempted more; more able to endure,
As more exposed to suffering and distress;
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
—’Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Upon that law as on the best of friends;
Whence, in a state where men are tempted still
To evil for a guard against worse ill,
And what in quality or act is best
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
He labours good on good to fix, and owes
To virtue every triumph that he knows:
—Who, if he rise to station of command,
Rises by open means; and there will stand
On honourable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait
For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;
Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,
Like showers of manna, if they come at all:
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
A constant influence, a peculiar grace;
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
Is happy as a Lover; and attired
With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;
Or if an unexpected call succeed,
Come when it will, is equal to the need:
—He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,
Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe’er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath much to love:—
‘Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a Nation’s eye,
Or left unthought-of in obscurity,—
Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not—
Plays, in the many games of life, that one
Where what he most doth value must be won:
Whom neither shape or danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpast:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name—
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven’s Applause:
This is the happy Warrior; this is he
That every man in arms should wish to be.

‘IF’ …by, RUDYARD KIPLING

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Word’s by, WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

(Powerful words…)