A poor man worked as a gardener at the villa of a very rich man. One day, the rich man wanted to mock the gardener in front of some guests he had and gave him a basket full of garbage. - Here's a present for you!, said the rich man, proud of his joke. The man took the trash can, thanked him and went home, while the rich man and his guests stayed behind laughing. Arriving home, the gardener washed the basket, painted it beautifully, and the next day he filled it with fresh and beautiful flowers and took it to the rich man he worked for. - Well, I gave it to you full of garbage and you bring it to me full of flowers? What joke is this? - It's not a joke, but each person gives what he has in his heart and soul!
Once upon a time there was an island where all human feelings lived: Good Mood, Sadness, Wisdom, Love and others. One day the feelings learned that the island would soon sink, so they prepared their ships and left; only Love remained until the last moment. When the island began to sink, Love decided to ask for help. Wealth passed by Love in a luxurious boat and Love said to him: - Wealth, can you take me with you? - I can't take you, because I have a lot of gold and silver in my boat and I have no more room for you. Then Love asked for the help of Pride, who was just passing by: - Pride, please, can you take me with you? - I can't help you Love, everything is perfect here... you could defile my ship. Love then asked Sadness, who was passing by: - Sadness, please, let me come with you! - Oh, Love, I'm so sad that I feel the need to be alone... Even Good Mood passed by Love, but she was so content that she didn't hear him calling her. Suddenly a voice called out: - Come, Love, I'll take you with me! It was an old man who had spoken. Love felt so grateful and full of joy that she forgot to ask the old man his name. When they reached the shore, the old man left. Love realized how much she owed him and asked Knowledge: - Knowledge, can you tell me who helped me? - It was time... - The time? Love asked herself, but why exactly did Time help me? Knowledge, full of wisdom, answered him: - Because only Time is able to understand how important Love is.
Some days the world is a bearable, almost beautiful place. Pull the sky up and sideways and you can breathe deeply. You can even smile or have a good laugh. You can be happy that somehow, for an indefinite time, you have carved out the place that suits you. From that place you can turn to others and they can turn to you. It can be graceful. Or not . As much as I have withdrawn into my cutout, I still like to turn to others. There are not many of them, but I feel that we are enjoying this temporal rotation.
Learn to turn on your own light. Why walk with your soul extinguished, waiting for a spark of hope from others, when you carry so much brilliance in yourself?! Learn to wait. It is an art that few can master. What comes easily, goes as easily. Learn to believe even when it seems like there is no hope left. You don't know after which turn the light will appear. Learn to control your emotions. Not every situation and every person deserves an answer. Keep your peace of mind. Learn to bow your head when the clouds gather. God knows when to send your lifeboat. Learn to be thankful for what you have and count your blessings. Believe that you will get what you want. Be kind, warm and understanding. Today is in your hands. To be able to tell it nicely in a while.
I'll also leave this here ❤️ and maybe you can frame it! Put yourself first...make it more about you...fill your tank with love...trust your energy, your intuition and the love you carry. Do your best to remain a good person even when challenges push you to give in and falter. Trust that only by working, developing love for yourself, you will succeed in being what you designed and you will be able to truly love everything that surrounds you. Stay sensible and happy!
Spirit
You choose how you look in the morning, with what eyes, smiling, reconciled with the light of the story, with life, scrutinizing, boring, shrinking of a grimace,-frowning with some thought, hostile, full of azure or gentle...
You choose what you intend in turn take out or put in, which way you lean the boat of the day, to the cloudy one all the time, with rain, grey or towards the one in the clear framed, with dreamy, golden showers...
You choose how you look at the world and towards you, with happy eyes that you exist, that you love, that you see mist or with desolate longing eyes.
Nobody has a perfect life.
Some lack health, others lack money,
Some lack love and attention,
Some would like a shoulder to cry on,
Others would like some encouragement.
Some are afraid others find it difficult.
Some feel abandoned, alone or forgotten, others feel discouraged or betrayed.
You never know what a man is going through. Even if he smiles Many tears may be hidden in his soul.
So ...we should be kinder to each other.
Let's caress instead of hitting.
Let's understand instead of criticizing.
Let's support instead of judge.
I don't know how to formulate love, what is it, like a match, a spark, a flash, like a powerful lightning, but it's little. The match quickly goes out, the lightning just escapes and disappears, although it is very strong, but love is something else, it is a state of mind that cannot be seen, cannot be touched, weighed, packed, measured, it is not yet LOVEMETER and glory to the Lord I don't know and I honestly talk about it, because if we knew, the love would end.
A man's love for a woman can be blind, misunderstood, acute and irrational. We don't choose who we fall in love with...it just happens and then we do it at full intensity! We are willing to do anything even the ultimate sacrifice to see her happy...we want to spend the rest of our days with Her. No matter how long it takes, we are devoted and pride ourselves on making Her feel fulfilled and satisfied. We go through hell and purgatory just to experience heaven in Her company. And how else do we start our day, than admiring his imperfections, we continue it dreaming of the moments we will spend together and end it feeling his breath on our chest...what can be more wonderful than feeling his head on your chest?! And no matter how strong you are as a man, it softens you and brings out your tender, sensitive, loving and affectionate side. Thus makes you keep it in mind, arms and soul as between the wings of a cherub! We don't fully understand her, but it doesn't matter...what matters is to love her as she is, a conglomeration of qualities, emotions and weaknesses.. ❤️
Blown by the wind at the end of Autumn, I look for the garden with expectations...
To sit there, in a corner, on a bench, like a dreamer...
To search in the BOOK OF LIFE the years that have passed...
Without a word, I'm blown away again...
In the garden of expectations...
Have a nice afternoon...
No expectations, no claims, no thoughts to bring sadness to your soul...
There will come a day when you just want to be healthy and peaceful...
You and your loved ones... That's it...
One fine day you will realize that your time is running out... Then you will rest your face in your palm, you will look for a long time to nowhere and you will ask yourself rhetorically: Where and when did it go...? In your heart it will be empty, in the soul as well, because all the loved ones will have left there a long time ago.. You will vaguely remember how happiness accompanied you until a certain moment, but you didn't have time for it... or how you were waited for by people who loved you, but you didn't take the time to reach them... Everything passed by you, everything flew, everything went... The day you will realize that you - there is so much left undone, it will be extremely painful...but late Fill your soul and time now as much as you can with people who can barely spend theirs with you. Otherwise..one day..you will realize that your time will end..in vain.
When women pray,
The sky gently trembles,
God hears their voice And send help.
When women pray,
Beside them, angels sit;
To bring them joy
And hope, if they don't have.
When women pray,
Their longing goes up,
Among the clouds and among the stars,
Until the face of Jesus.
When women pray,
Thoughts take shape,
Eternity unfolds,
Dear ones, from all around.
When women pray
And the glaciers are melting,
Rains of tears wet the sky,
Cold hearts, they warm up.
When women pray,
A holy spring opens,
Which is full of goodness,
For those around them.
When women pray,
I bring life where it is not,
I fill the Earth with hope,
Sharing it with everyone.
When women pray,
Nor is wormwood bitter;
For it is sweetened with tears and heated with embers.
When women pray,
Weights are lighter,
With Jesus, walking hand in hand,
Giants are dwarfs.
A young woman was driving with her father by her side and a storm started. The young woman asked her father: What should I do? The father told him, "Keep driving." The cars started to stop, the storm was getting worse.
What should I do, dad? "Keep driving," his father replied. Ahead, a trailer was also stopping. She said to him, "Dad, should I stop? It's terrible and everyone stops!" The father told him, "No, keep driving!" The storm was stronger now, but she listened to her father and soon she could see a clearing ahead.
After a few kilometers it was again in a quiet, calm and sunny area. The father said, "Now you can stop." She said, "But why now?" He replied: "When you leave, look back, all those who quit are still in the storm, you did not give up and the storm is behind you.
If you are going through "hard times" remember, even if everyone else, even the strongest, stops or gives up, you keep going, because soon your storm will be over and the Sun will shine on you again.
The most beautiful song that exists for me is the heartbeat of the other. You can feel its vibration from hundreds or thousands of kilometers away. All you have to do to feel this, is to care, get involved in this person's life and love cleanly and sincerely!
Lovers, it's free and helps a lot!
Find peace of mind by listening to your heart! Your heart will always be right.
Follow her! She shows you the way.
Courage! Get up and go without being afraid of the illusions that warm your heart and urge you to action! (to cry, we can cry all our life)
WHY IS SNOW WHITE?
When God made everything on earth, he colored it beautifully. When it snowed, he said to her: "Because you walk everywhere, look for the color you like." The snow went to the grass first: -"Give me some of your beautiful green color too!". The grass refused it. He then asked the poppy to give him the red color, the viper to give him the bluish color, the sunflower to give him the yellow color. Neither listens to the snow. Sad and bitter, she reaches the snowdrop, who also tells him the trouble: - "No one wants to give me their color. They all drive me away and make fun of me!". Moved by the fate of the snow, the snowman said to him: - "If you like my white color, I will gladly share it with you." The snow gladly received the gift of the snowdrop. Since then, she wears the snow-white garment. In gratitude, the snow lets him take his hat off as spring begins to show.
Love is a very special, unique and wonderful feeling that binds two people, no matter how big or small the distance between them is. Love doesn't take anything into account, it just loves. Love teaches us a lot and learns a lot from us. You can never get bored in love, because every day you discover something new about the one next to you. Thus, the love stories manage to keep the same intensity, even with the passage of time, that they had at the beginning. When there is love between two people, a sincere love, they are very attentive to each other, they unintentionally study each other and thus their relationship becomes more and more interesting with each passing day. When these mysteries disappear, everything disappears and the bond created by love between them breaks. Love without mystery becomes a part of the banal, of the ordinary things that surround them. But this mystery keeps the fragrance of love intense, keeps its flame burning, feeds it and sometimes makes it grow. Love is full of surprises, discovering something new about your partner every day, in reality you discover something new about the world, about yourself. So let's not fight to have equally beautiful love stories even now, kept in the wonderful world by the mystery that binds us!......LOVE!❤
There comes a time, when we start looking or not looking for ourselves, because something is missing from who we are... And we feel empty, unfulfilled! And we don't see the light, we don't even know what light it is!!... because we forgot to smile, to enjoy what we have, who we are.
Wisdom is a mixture of experience, courage and intelligence. We all want to be wise and make wise decisions, because when we do, we use the best of ourselves. Quite often, being wise is just giving ourselves enough time to think.
A beautiful woman is much more than what meets the eye. His body is the cover, his eyes are the title...but inside is a book, a very beautiful one that is meant to be read by few...because few are able to understand it.
To love. And shut up. To sink into a silence. Imposed by you. Knowing that your silence will contain thousands of words of love. Words that will go where they need to go. They will flow where thought unites what time and space separate. It's the silence you fight with, it's the fight you want to win or lose. And you want silence, you look for it, you care about it, because it contains spiritual flights to great heights and you know that it is necessary... We clearly see how much we suffer from love and yet we want it ardently. We propose to live without it, but we can't, we breathe through it. Even though we have love, we keep looking for it... Some of us find it, but obstacles don't take long to appear, whether that love is not shared, or that it is forbidden... something must exist... something, somewhere, sometime... and then everything collapses. Once with love you meet happiness and unhappiness, hopes and disappointments, truth and lies, sweet and bitter, faith and atheism, bravery and fear... Many times we start down the alley of lovers awkwardly and arrive at the end of it on our knees. How many of us still have the strength to get up?!...we have to...so we get up.
Throughout my life, a lot of people have passed through my soul. I denied none of them access there, none of them did I close the door in their faces, nor did I turn my back on them when they crossed my threshold. On the contrary, I received them without asking for anything or without conditioning them in any way. Some of them are still there today and will remain there until the end, but others left on their own when they found another place, and a few I myself drove away when I felt that they were full of malice they had begun to trample my soul. After all, a man's soul is a holy place where it is good to keep only those who really deserve to be in it. So we should learn early on to let go of people who don't value that warm nugget deep inside us. There is really no point in keeping in us people who hurt our souls with their malice or indifference.
Sensitive people put their soul in a touch, in a smile, in a kiss, in a gift. A sensitive soul enjoys more easily because it has the ability to see beautiful things in small and few things. Sensitive souls live honestly emotions, from the saddest to the most joyful. The man with a sensitive soul is a strong man, who lives unarmed in the face of emotions. Sensitive people always live with a song in their soul, and tears always they are clean.
Good evening, strangers!
Do you want to share, a moment, loneliness with me? let the moment be blue, boundless like the sky try to untie them if you can, the mystery. I will read you stories, ballads and poems, until he lays down sleep over the lashes. Good evening, strangers! I don't know for a long time nothing about you but today share your loneliness one moment with me tell me who you miss what are you dreaming of which eyes do you still love: blue or green? What thoughts press you what wounds still hurt you, who else lets you thrill in the soul? Good evening, strangers! would you like to share a moment as long as life loneliness with me?
Even the less good people need your help...
You may notice this, just when you find yourself kicked out the door by them….
Or when you feel the need to trust someone and they will be the first to offer to let you down.....
Free and unscrupulous.....
They will do evil by nature, because it is the only language of the soul, which they have easily acquired...
They will step over your dead body not because you stood in their way, but because you offered. When did you volunteer?
Ah... don't you know?
The moment you stepped on your human dignity and allowed your kindness to be interpreted as a huge stupidity, made available to anyone to take advantage of it...
The moment the obvious "no" that was supposed to come out of your mouth turned into an "excuse me" against your will. ..embarrassing.
And you really could have helped this kind of people if, just maybe, you had awakened them to life, not with acid words or indifference, pretended sympathy, immature love but only with a healthy word, said in its time.
From the mouth of a healthy soul.
A healthy soul does not step on its dignity...regardless of age...situation...position...interest...or consequences.
There is a saying about chatter As everyone knows, women talk a lot. Believe me, please, I try to listen, but then I have to take it off And I think and consider myself, as if she is indebted and unspoken That tormented feeling compels me..... I easily make up for it and I write, I speak and write, (😁) I admit; I even talk in my sleep sometimes...I don't know what I'm saying, Instinct helps me gather myself, if I said what I shouldn't have said????🤭 If I said what I shouldn't have said???🤭 So dear men, let the woman talk, for your natural curiosity...then worry badly when a woman is silent. And as a miscellaneous fact... THE WOMAN IS SILENT, ONLY IN PHOTOGRAPHY‼️🤭😁🤪
Everyone has their place, their purpose and their joy in heaven and on earth.
There is no time to judge the other, but only to love!
Peaceful and serene night, viewer!
November is the gray pearl of the year, the subtle transition between October,
warm and pastel, and the month of December, white and cold; the month when the leaves, in a slow tango, fall in volte-alinate, the month when the shapes of the trees are revealed.
The month when the earth suddenly wakes up and stretches out his bare limbs, revealing his stubborn, invincible power., before slowly nestling into the coming winter.
November is secret and silence.
Disappointment is inevitable in everyone's LIFE... The most important thing is not to fill your head with doubts, and even more so not to doubt yourself.
Wonderful evening!
Never fight to have a place in people's lives! Who wants you, will keep you and will do everything possible not to lose you!
@Nico91
