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GROWING

Hahha..another nice story here about worth of life : Sad yet meaningful

GROWING

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose.
I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" andshe gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!"
she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.

She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.

I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

RAGE 2: Resolved

The rage resolve today,
Melting moments within the heart,
The liquid is warm,
It boils no more,
Bubbles no more,
Only a beautiful mixture of love,
Enough to overflow the cauldron,
Enough to share with another soul,
Abundant of compassion and peace,
It is blank all over inside,
But it is not empty…

Remedy the past no more,
Depression calls for me to let go,
Tears beg the ego to lessen,
Unfolds a new beginning ahead,
The veil is lifted,
The vision has altered,
The world has a new perspectives,
Guided with a new pair of eyes.
Guided with a controlled mind
Guided with a new-found intuition

The Wise One spoke last night,
And so She says,
Clear the defile mind,
Colour the present,
Hurt yourself no more,
Through anger or hate,
Through a suspicious mind,
Through a selfish heart,
Through blame put forth to another,
You are only hurting yourself..

Beings around you are reflected upon yourself,
You are the reflection of beings around you,
Their defaults are a reflection of your defaults,
Heal yourself and ponder upon it,
Their action and words might have hurt you,
Angry not my dear,
They are only harming themselves,
Through their anger stirred within,
Through the bitterness they felt,
They suffer more deep inside,
As they form their anger and hate,
Towards you...

Carrots, Eggs or Coffee

This is just a story i wanted to share :) :Here goess>>>


A daughter complained to her father about her life
and how things were so hard for her.
She did not how she was going to make it and wanted
to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling.
It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He
filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed
carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last
he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and
boil, without saying a word.

The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently
waited, wondering what he was doing.
In about twenty minutes he turned off the burners.
He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl.
He pulled the eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then
he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a mug.

Turning to her he asked. "Darling, what do you see."

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

He brought her closer and asked her to feel the
carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.
He then asked her to take an egg and break it.
After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled
as she tasted its rich aroma.

She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"

He explained that each of them had faced the same
adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting.
But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became
weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had
protected its liquid interior.
But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique however.
After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

"Which are you," he asked his daughter.
"When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond?

Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean? "

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How about you my friend?

Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with pain and adversity
do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength?

Are you the egg, which starts off with a malleable heart?
Were you a fluid spirit, but after a death, a
breakup, a divorce, or a layoff have you become hardened and stiff.
Your shell looks the same, but are you bitter and
tough with a stiff spirit and heart?

Or are you like the coffee bean?
The bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain, to
its

peak flavor when it reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit.
When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better.

If you are like the bean, when things are at their
worst, you get better and make things better around you.

So, how do you handle adversity? and what are U ?

: )

Tough times don't last. Tough people do.

RAGE

What is wrong with all the guys that I meet?
Fuck them all man!!
Bloody idiots and sissy!
They could not make up their mind
They beat around the bush
They lie with their eyes
Non reliable ones..
Forever late...
They are so sensitive
Way too egoistic,
Another way too feminine in a bad sense!(I'm not against any sexuality)
Has the world turned upside down?
I don't mean to stereotyped male and female...

How can I not think that way?
I'm brought up in a partial patriarchal discourse,
If both gender is so equal,
Why can't the world be equal to both sex?!
If they can act like girls these days,
the glass ceiling should be broken by now...

Less job opportunities for pregnant women?
You think we got a choice?
AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!


**MAY PEACE BE WITH ME TODAY**


(My apologies if this post have offended anyone, its just my mind's drama)

Who Are You 2: The Revelation

A warrior appears from nowhere,
Thy ancient feared past surfaced,
Raises her sword high,
Slashes across Thy face,
The mask broke into two,
Revealing a faceless entity,
Refuses to fix a face,
Remains a changing chameleon..

The porcelain beauty turns splinters,
I stood and watched,
Shocked and speechless,
Thy was silent,
Thy did not spoke a word,
What is Thy afraid of?
Why can't Thy reveal Thy Self?

Who are you?

Scary to imagine,
Fearful to think about,
You thought you knew that someone,
You don't know them at all,
It's all air,
No substance but transparent,
What lies between then?

What more that I didn't know?
What more that they have been hiding?
Time is my book of truth,
Breaks off the porcelain face,
Reveals and unfolds everything,
Things that have bypass my sight,
Unveils my delusional senses,
It's crystal clear now..

Insecurity lurks inside,
Fearful and disgusted,
My private sphere have been invaded,
Entrusted to the wrong person,
Betrayal,anger and sorrow,
I choose to drift..
Drift away from them silently..