The Journey is Short
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An elderly woman got on a bus and sat down. At the next stop, a strong, grumpy young woman climbed up and sat down beside the old woman, hitting her with her numerous bags.

When she saw that the elderly woman remained silent, the young woman asked her why she had not complained when she hit her with her bags?

The elderly woman replied with a Smile: "There is no need to be rude or discuss something so insignificant, as my trip next to you is so short, because I am going to get off at the next stop."

This answer deserves to be written in gold letters: "There is no need to discuss something so insignificant, because our journey together is too short."

Each of us must understand that our time in this world is so short, that darkening it with useless arguments, jealousy, not forgiving others, discontentment and bad attitudes are a ridiculous waste of time and energy.

Did someone break your heart? Stay calm.

The trip is too short.

Did someone betray you, intimidate, cheat or humiliate you? Relax - Don't be Stressed

The trip is too short.

Did someone insult you without reason? Stay calm. Ignore it.

The trip is too short.

Did a neighbour make a comment that you didn't like? Stay calm. Ignore him. Forgive that.

The trip is too short.

Whatever the problem someone has brought us, remember that our journey together is too short.

No one knows the length of our trip. Nobody knows when it will arrive at its stop.

Our trip together is too short.

Let us appreciate friends and family.

Let us be respectful, kind and forgiving,

Because we will be filled with gratitude and joy, after all

Our trip together is very short.

Share your smile to everyone....

Our trip is Very Short!

What's in my cup?

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I love this analogy!

You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.

Why did you spill the coffee?

"Well because someone bumped into me, of course!"

Wrong answer.

You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup.

Had there been tea in the cup, you would have spilled tea.

Whatever is inside the cup, is what will spill out.

Therefore, when life comes along and shakes you (which WILL happen), whatever is inside you will come out. It's easy to fake it, until you get rattled.

So we have to ask ourselves... “what's in my cup?"

When life gets tough, what spills over?

Joy, gratefulness, peace and humility?

Or anger, bitterness, harsh words and reactions?

You choose!

My thoughts: As I write this now in Sept 2020, the entire world is going through a strange phase for the past six months. A lot has been happening which we had never faced before and which we never thought in the wildest of our dreams. Covid is shaking us all making us spill what is inside us. What we carry within, is what we toss around when shaken. Today let's fill ourselves with gratitude, forgiveness, joy, words of affirmation; and kindness, gentleness and love for others.

Loving oneself is not selfishness

"To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance," says Oscar Wilde. 

Taking laws of attraction to another level is self-love. Loving ourselves attracts more love. As simple as that. But why is it that we don't practice it often? Because most of us confuse self-love with selfishness. Unfortunately we have been conditioned from childhood to think that to put oneself first amounts to self-centredness. What is the thin line that divides both? "Self love" spreads by including others too in the process while "selfishness" is loving one's own self at the exclusion of others. 

Ignoring the conditioned mind, let's start listening to our heart. Without procrastinating anymore, let's start practicing to love ourselves right now. Healthy self-love means doing things which adds quality to our lives.

Having confidence in ourselves, being kind to ourselves by binging on that chocolate once in a while, not feeling guilty when we take a much needed break to watch a movie occasionally, treating ourselves with a health spa when required, patting our own back on a success, taking responsibility for failures without remorse, be willing to accept help when offered, accepting and honoring our emotions when we feel like crying, accepting compliments gracefully, forgiving ourselves whenever we commit a mistake, being gentle and compassionate to ourselves. These are only small beginnings. 

One word of caution though about this life-long romance. Knowing where to draw the line. Else we would end up like this woman who loved herself a little too much.

A woman was lamenting that she had gained weight. She'd made her family's favorite cake over the weekend, she reported, and they'd eaten half of it at dinner.
The next day, she said, she kept staring at the other half, until finally she cut a thin slice for herself. One slice led to another, and soon the whole cake was gone. The woman went on to tell her friends how upset she was with her lack of willpower, and how she knew her husband would be disappointed.
Everyone sympathized, until someone asked what her husband said when he found out.
She smiled. "He never did. I baked another cake and ate half!"

The power of Hands

Unknown Author

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When her grandson sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge his presence and the longer he sat he wondered if she was OK

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, he asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at him and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," the grandson explained to her.

"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked.. "I mean really looked at your hands?"

He slowly opened his hands and stared down at them. He turned them over, palms up and then palms down. “No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands," said he as he tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:

"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.

They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God."

The grandson never looked at his hands the same again. But he remembers God reached out and took his grandma's hands and led her home. He too wanted to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon his face.

Grandmas hold our hearts forever. A grandmother is like an angel. She takes you under her wings, prays and watches over you and would give you anything..

There is no end, only the beginning

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The creator created people, gave them words for communication and thinking, settled them in the fertile valley at the foot of the mountains, gave them longevity and started to observe, how they will aspire to develop. 

Time passed, but people did not develop.

Their feet did not go beyond their village and did not climb up the mountains. Their eyes did not look at the sky and did not look in the Heart.

And they became old.

The Creator decided to find out, what was the matter.

He became a man and came to them as a traveler. Before sunset people gathered at the square to talk with the traveler.

He described them a life beyond the horizon and suggested:

“Do you want me to lead you there, and you will see how people live in these places?”

“Oh,” they answered sadly, “it is late, we became old.”

“Then come with me to the mountains to look at the world from the top!” said the creator

“Oh,” they said, “it is too late, we have no energy.”

“Look at the sky,” the creator told them, “and I will tell you about the life in the Kingdom of Heaven!”

They answered again, “It is late; our mind will not understand your story.”

The creator became sad. He decided to cheer people.

“Let‘s sing a song!” he said and was going to sing first, but people noticed that the san went down.

“It is late,” they said, “it is time to sleep…” and so they went to their huts.

The creator shouted to them, “People, when life is continuous and infinite, it is not late for any achievements!”

But they did not turn back.

Then the Creator told himself, “I will take away all words of limitation from people—‘late, not, impossible, far, high, hard, will not understand,’ and will place in their hearts the joy of infinity. Maybe they will perceive my Law: ‘nothing is late, because there is no end, there is only the beginning!’”

He did so and waited for the morning. 

Will people change and will they go with him to the mountains?

“Stop waiting for what you want and start working with what you’ve got. Your greatest limitation is God’s greatest opportunity.”

An Important Word to Learn

- By Steve Goodier www.LifeSupportSystem.com

An office reports that they have an answering machine that instructs callers to leave their name and address, and to spell any difficult words.

Early one Monday when an assistant was reviewing weekend messages, she heard an enthusiastic woman recite her name and address and then confidently say, "My difficult word is reconciliation. R-E-C-O-N-C-I-L-I-A-T-I-O-N."

Everyone's a comic. (And I love that.) But in another sense, reconciliation IS a difficult word. If not difficult to spell, then difficult to carry out. But it's also an important word.

When my son was eleven years old he came home from school in tears one day. A couple of the older kids had bullied him at the bus stop.

We soon learned that tension had been brewing for some time. For several days there had been taunts, then pushing and shoving. And now the conflict escalated to fists. Rob wanted to stay home from school so he wouldn't have to confront the boys in the future.

We called the school and found great support. "We'll be happy to call the boys' parents," we were told. "And you should call the police."

"We don't know what we will do yet," I said. I felt that calling the police was a resort to be used when everything else failed, and I wanted first to consider other ways of handling the situation. I asked him to hold off calling the boy's parents.

The next day was Saturday. Rob happened to look out the window and said in alarm, "There are the boys who beat me up!" Two older boys were standing in front of our house, as if they were waiting for Rob to step outside.

I immediately began to think of what I wanted to say to them, but my wife Bev, a natural peacemaker, acted first. She opened the door and said with a smile, "Hi guys. Would you like some ice cream?"

They looked at each other in puzzlement. But they were teenagers, after all, so they shrugged their shoulders and one of them said, "Sure. Why not?"

They followed her indoors and Bev promptly introduced herself, Rob's younger brothers and me. She even introduced Rusty the dog. "And I think you already know Rob," she said, pointing to our son. Her idea was to help them to see that Rob was a person, not a target. He had a family; he lived in a neighborhood and even owned a family pet.

Bev drew the boys into conversation while we ate ice cream. After a few minutes, she said, "I know there's been some trouble at the bus stop. I think there may be a misunderstanding."

They nodded that there had indeed been trouble at the bus stop.

She continued, "Maybe we can talk about the misunderstanding so you can be friends."

They nodded their agreement and we talked until the ice cream was finished. Eventually the boys apologized and said there would be no more trouble. And there wasn't. Ever.

The vice-principal of the school called back the following week and asked about the fighting. "Did you call the police?" he asked.

"No, but we've taken care of it," I said.

"What did you do?" he wondered.

I said, "We fed them ice cream."

Reconciliation is a difficult word...a difficult task. But what could be more important? It may be easier to control conflict by force than to persevere and find a way through to harmony and cooperation. Force can stabilize a situation; it can impose a truce. But reconciliation leads to peace, which is a far better outcome.

Blessed are the reconcilers. May they be given all the ice cream they can ever eat! 

Wonderful Little Girl

Author Unknown, Source Unknown

There came a frantic knock at the doctor's office door. "Come in, Come in," the impatient doctor said.

In walked a frightened little girl, a child no more than nine. It was plain that she had troubles on her mind. "Oh doctor, I beg you, please come with me. My mother is surely dying, she's very sick."

"I don't make house calls, bring your mother here," said the doctor.

"But she's too sick, so you must come or I fear she will die," said the little one.

The doctor, touched by the child’s devotion, decided to go.

She led him to her house where her mother lay in bed. Her mother was so very sick she couldn't raise her head, but her eyes cried out for help. The doctor attended to her and realized that she would have died that very night had it not been for her kid.

The doctor got her fever down and she lived through the night and morning brought the signs that she would be all right. The doctor said he had to leave but would return again by two. And later just like he promised he came back to check.

The mother praised the doctor for all the things he'd done. He told her she would have died, were it not for her little one. "How proud you must be of your wonderful little girl. It was her pleading that made me come, she is really quite a darling!” said the doctor.

"But doctor, my daughter died over three years ago. Was she like the picture on the wall?”

The doctors legs went limp for the picture on the wall was the same little girl for whom he'd made this call.

The doctor stood motionless, for quite a little while. And then his solemn face was broken by his smile. He was thinking of that frantic knock heard at his office door and of the beautiful little angel that had walked across his floor. 

God gives miracles to those who believe
Courage to those who have faith
Hope to those who dream
And love to those who accept
If you believe in something
With all your heart and mind
You bring it to life

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Comparison is the thief of joy

A hummingbird was flying from flower to flower around the park. He was very content, minding his own business in his flight around the park, when a crow stopped him.

“Hey hummingbird. You are always so busy moving from one flower into another. You don’t even know what is going on in the park. Look, there is more than flowers.
Look at that white dove. Isn’t she beautiful? Most birds would kill to be like her…
Look at that Red Cardinal over there, that bird is 3 times your size and when he sings… oh boy! Everyone looks at him…
There you have “Champ” the dog. Never get close to him if you care for your life. He almost got me the other day when I was trying to get a piece of food from her owner.
As you can see there is more of life than jumping from flower to flower…”

The hummingbird looked at the crow and flew away. A few minutes later, he started to think about the words of the crow.

“Why I am not as beautiful as the dove? Why I am not as big as the Red Cardinal? I am not even able to sing … I must be a nobody in this park… I am so small that no one notices me except that dark crow. I think the crow is right. I am missing life. I need to be like those birds who everyone admires… Perhaps I should become fearless around 'Champ.' I bet if I do that, everyone will respect me in the park.”

The hummingbird was enjoying an empty mind so long, but took a belief from someone and made that belief his own twisted reality. He started comparing himself to others and became unhappy for he wasn’t as good as he thought. He developed an “inferiority complex.”

When he was near the white dove he became very shy and submissive. When he was near the Cardinal, he acted as if he didn’t hear his singing because he didn’t want to appreciate the melodious chirping of the Cardinal. He became bothersome towards “Champ” and would try to hit him in his head while other birds were around. In his mind, that activity was going to get him a “name” among his peers.

In the other birds’ minds; that was a very stupid action from the hummingbird. Something that may cost him his own life.

A wise tree, observed all of that and when the hummingbird sat down in one of his branches.

The tree said to him: “Hello, can’t you look at who you are?”

The hummingbird responded: “ I am a small and ugly bird who is not afraid of dogs.”

The wise tree said: “Is that who you are or what you believe to be? You are you, nobody else could be you even if they tried to be. Understand that you are unique and beautiful. Look at yourself in the mirror of relationships, then you will know."

All this while the hummingbird didn’t know that all birds were amazed to see him flying. There was no bird around who could accomplish his acrobatic movements in the air. He realized it was the jealous crow who snatched his joy away.

Comparing yourself with others is the game of ‘lack’.
Being grateful for what you have is a game of ‘abundance.’
Which sounds more fun?

No job is more important than a 'mother's job'

Excerpts from Steve Goodier's writing in his blog http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/

A mother was asked by an officious clerk, 'What is your occupation?'

She had dedicated herself to the raising of her children and felt that, though she was not financially compensated for her labour, her 'job' was of utmost importance. Besides, she resented it when people said she was 'Just a housewife.'

So she told the clerk that she was a 'Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.'

Duly impressed, the clerk asked her what she did in her field.

This is how the mother replied: 'I have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't?) in the laboratory and in the field. (Normally I would have said indoors and out.)
I'm working for my Masters (the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money.'

Who can argue?

Like a Spanish proverb says, 'An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.'

And a member of the clergy put it like this: 'My mother practices what I preach.'

The job is one of the most difficult there is, but still remains popular. I think that may be because, though many jobs are important, none is more so.

My thoughts: Hats off to all those 'Just Housewives'. It is said that a strong woman stands up for herself; a stronger woman stands up for everyone else. A 'Housewife' is that stronger woman. A mother loves her children all the time even if they are away and not with her. Its her dream to see her children grow up to be healthy, happy and successful. 

"I don't like the terms 'housewife' & 'home maker'. I prefer to be called Domestic Goddess," Roseanne Barr. 

How true!

Image curtsy: housewifeutopia.com

Celebrate the gifts you have been given

Adapted from http://cathytaughinbaugh.com/fathers-story-addiction-and-a-promise-for-the-future/  Excerpts from David Cooke’s book, Behind the Dumpster. 

It is the story of a father, who after eighteen months of living with the hurt, pain, confusion, and chaos caused by his son’s heroin addiction, realized that every day the son enabled his addiction related life it was destroying his..

His health, his business, his relationships and his psyche were systematically falling apart as a result of his commitment to save his son even though the son wasn’t ready, interested in, or willing to do it for himself. It took him a long time to come to the realization there was nothing he could do to save his son until, or unless, he was willing to commit to saving himself, first.

So, what did he do?

Please welcome David Cooke! In his own words…

“In an ironic and twisted way, my son’s addiction, as painful as it has been for me, is also the gift that completely changed my life.

Three years ago I embarked on an adventure that completely changed my life for the better. On this definitive morning I began a new journey in a quest to reclaim my life and define a new path for success despite this adversity in my life.

I committed to riding my bicycle for at least one hour a day for one hundred consecutive days. Though I did not know where this would lead me, the focused commitment associated with this challenge took me on a new path and a different mindset that ended up being exactly the transformational journey I needed in my life.

From that very first ride, I found inspiration, energy, and opportunity in distancing myself from my son’s addiction. Though the pain and the hurt never really went away – it never does – I discovered a sense of confidence, clarity, and purpose for MY existence in those early morning meditational rides.

When I returned from that first ride, I was inspired by this thought that I came to me on that very first morning bike ride. 'No matter how dark the present appears, I live for the promise of the future, celebrating the opportunities created through my passion and my gifts.'

This is how I live and celebrate my life, in my daily recovery from my son’s addiction. Though I still suffer from the pain and the hurt of the struggles my son faces in his addiction, it does not define who I am, what I have been called to do, or the gifts I have been given to accomplish it.

Today, I celebrate my son’s one hundred and fiftieth day of recovery. I pray that it lasts long after I am gone and I hope that he stays on this path of progress and opportunity.

In the meantime, I am celebrating over eleven hundred days of my own recovery – the day I regained control over my life and gave myself the opportunity of strength, courage, joy, and peace in the face of those things that trouble and pain me most.

My advice to parents who are suffering, hurting, and lamenting the experiences of addiction in their lives and in their family is to find your recovery.

Your ability to live your life, celebrate the gifts you have been given, and to find peace in the chaos gives you the strength, clarity, and purpose to endure and grow.

Hopefully your child will find their way back to you where you will celebrate your ability to be there for them.

If you allow their addiction to destroy you, there is nothing left for them to hang on to when they need you.

The best gift you can give, besides your unconditional love, is to be strong for them when they are present and stronger for yourself when they are not!”

Pray for others

A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island.

The two survivors who have been a good friends, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.

The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit.

The other man’s parcel of land remained barren.

After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land.

On the other side of the island, there was nothing.

Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him.

However, the second man still had nothing.

Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island.

He considered the other man unworthy to receive God’s blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.

As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, “Why are you leaving your companion on the island?”

“My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them,” the first man answered. “His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything.”

“You are mistaken!” the voice rebuked him. “He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings.”

“Tell me,” the first man asked the voice, “What did he pray for which I should owe him anything?”

“He prayed that all your prayers be answered."

Value your friends; don’t leave your loved ones behind. "Be motivated by love for God and a desire to help others (Hebrews 6:10, NIV)."

My thoughts:

For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but include those of others praying for us either singly or in a group. Praying for others is vital for our own spiritual growth. We have to recognize the absolute necessity of praying for each other even when they have not requested us to pray for them. We must not excuse ourselves by saying, “How can I pray for them when they do not tell me their needs?” Most often, others’ needs are often similar to our own.

Friendship Cake

Ingredients:                                                        

1 cup. love
1/2 cup. smiles
1 oz. hug
2/3 cup. compassion
1 tsp. sympathy
2 cup. joy

Method:

Cream love and smiles thoroughly.
Add hugs separately.
Slowly stir in compassion.
Sift sympathy and joy and fold in carefully.
Bake in warm heart.

Serve often.  

Where is Happiness?

Source: unknown

Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.

Speaker gave each one a balloon and asked them to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.

Now the participants were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes.

Everyone was frantically searching for their balloon, colliding, elbowing, pushing around and there was utter chaos.

At the end of 5 minutes only a handful of people could find their own balloon.

Now the balloons were put together again and each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the the person whose name was written on it.

Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.

The speaker began--- "Exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is."

Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness, you will get your own happiness.

And this is the purpose of human life.

Is this not what we are looking for???

Joy & Sorrow

I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold He said,
"Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the gold."

I asked, "God, why give me the boxes,
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."

I heeded his words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I store
But though the gold became heavier each day
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black
I wanted to find out why
And I saw, in the base of the box,
A hole which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile at me.
"My child, they're all here with me."

Lessons from His Creations

Lesson 1 (Lesson from hedgehogs)

It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold. 

The hedgehogs, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. 

This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions.

After awhile, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth.

Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. They learned to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the heat that came from the others. This way they were able to survive.

Lesson 2 (Lesson from the Geese)

Whenever the geese migrate during winter, they always fly forming a ‘V’ formation. But little do we realize the lesson they are teaching us by this act.

1. By flying this way forming a ‘V’ formation, the birds add 71% more flying range than if each bird flies on its own range.
Lesson learnt? If we share a common direction and sense of community, we can get where we are going more quickly and easily, because we are travelling on the thrust of one another.

2. When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to fly alone and quickly comes back to the V formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front.
Lesson learnt? We should stay with those who are headed the same way as we are.

3. When the head goose gets tired, it swaps position with another goose which takes the lead.
Lesson learnt?Its sensible to delegate jobs with people in the group when required, rather than becoming a bad leader.

4. Geese honk from behind to encourage those upfront to keep up speed.
Lesson learnt? When we honk at others let’s do so for encouraging them and not to discourage.

5. When a goose in the group gets sick, and falls out of formation, two other geese follow it down to lend help and protection. They stay with the fallen goose until it gets well or dies. Only then do they start flying on their own or join another V formation group to catch up with their own.
Lesson learnt? We are here to help each other in times of difficulties.

Self imposed limitations

According to scientists, the bumblebee's body is too heavy and its wing span too small. Aerodynamically, the bumblebee cannot fly. But the bumblebee doesn't know that and it keeps flying.

When you don't know your limitations, you go out and surprise yourself. In hindsight, you wonder if you had any limitations.

The only limitations a person has are those that are self-imposed. Don't let education put limitations on you.

Make love a part of your day

Once upon a time all feelings and emotions went to a coastal island for a vacation. According to their nature, each was having a good time. Suddenly, a warning of an impending storm was announced and everyone was advised to evacuate the island.

The announcement caused sudden panic. All rushed to their boats. Even damaged boats were quickly repaired and commissioned for duty.

Yet, Love did not wish to flee quickly. There was so much to do. But as the clouds darkened, Love realised it was time to leave. Alas, there were no boats to spare. Love looked around with hope.

Just then Prosperity passed by in a luxurious boat. Love shouted, “Prosperity, could you please take me in your boat?”

“No,” replied Prosperity, “my boat is full of precious possessions, gold and silver. There is no place for you.”

A little later Vanity came by in a beautiful boat. Again Love shouted, “Could you help me, Vanity? I am stranded and need a lift. Please take me with you.”

Vanity responded haughtily, “No, I cannot take you with me. My boat will get soiled with your muddy feet.”

Sorrow passed by after some time. Again, Love asked for help. But it was to no avail. “No, I cannot take you with me. I am so sad. I want to be by myself.”

When Happiness passed by a few minutes later, Love again called for help. But Happiness was so happy that it did not look around, hardly concerned about anyone.

Love was growing restless and dejected. Just then somebody called out, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” Love did not know who was being so magnanimous, but jumped on to the boat, greatly relieved that she would reach a safe place.

On getting off the boat, Love met Knowledge. Puzzled, Love inquired, “Knowledge, do you know who so generously gave me a lift just when no one else wished to help?”

Knowledge smiled, “Oh that was Time.”

“And why would Time stop to pick me and take me to safety?” Love wondered.

Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and replied, “Because only Time knows your true greatness and what you are capable of. Only Love can bring peace and great happiness in this world.”

The important message is that when we are prosperous, we overlook love. When we feel important, we forget love. Even in happiness and sorrow we forget love. Only with time do we realize the importance of love. Why wait that long? Why not make love a part of your life today?