<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419777662496726431</id><updated>2024-10-06T23:28:15.571-07:00</updated><category term="Do you appreciate?"/><category term="Healing hands"/><category term="Rhythm of your heart"/><category term="goan beach"/><category term="goan food"/><category term="great pleasures of life"/><category term="life is a struggle"/><category term="live life be happy"/><category term="living life after life"/><category term="mahalsa"/><category term="mardol"/><category term="margoa"/><category term="ramnathi"/><category term="train your brain"/><category term="trip to goa"/><title type='text'>Journey towards death</title><subtitle type='html'>&#39;&#39;As towards the end there is nothing more to hold on to but on the way there is plenty to drop.&#39;&#39;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419777662496726431/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gia Nayak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01964365919293289573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jphlFe1VN0ZJRoIlXKau5-rO9RULZlZW6Ba_fyFXgdMPj2CAyxE3e8GA88bcDBgi3d28uDLPAYItw-8I2_mFitODJez5hHJVEDzZGdPzxlRceKks2JG7aggWJxbI/s220/gia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419777662496726431.post-4952781036764427104</id><published>2011-06-10T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:41:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Salad publised in Goa Today Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpxg18lcKpJ4TDh57cQJoPOMOe2dha-8jGp9QkKCRGkOCy0U5-GN3s2zwc8wLaK5znvG2aLBLwrxuuqts8fukl9NrU92l7aeTmRDnOmB6eV8ggpFRVrcyoYSTl7PQec5paojQRd3gGkI/s1600/Shraddha_s_Recipe_Column+%25282%2529.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpxg18lcKpJ4TDh57cQJoPOMOe2dha-8jGp9QkKCRGkOCy0U5-GN3s2zwc8wLaK5znvG2aLBLwrxuuqts8fukl9NrU92l7aeTmRDnOmB6eV8ggpFRVrcyoYSTl7PQec5paojQRd3gGkI/s640/Shraddha_s_Recipe_Column+%25282%2529.jpg&quot; width=&quot;457&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;One day a  farmer&#39;s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for  hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided  the animal was old, that the well needed to be covered anyway and that  it just wasn&#39;t worth retrieving the donkey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So he invited all his  neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and  began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what  was happening and cried horribly. Then, to every one&#39;s amazement, he  quietened down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down  the well and was astonished at what he saw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;With every shovel of dirt  that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would  shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer&#39;s neighbours continued to  shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step  up. Pretty soon, everyone were amazed as the donkey stepped up over the  edge of the well and trotted off!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Life is going to shovel dirt on you,  all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it  off and take a step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I feel this story is applicable in every walk of my life, whether dealing with people, at personal, social or professional level.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Every time I fail I should shift my failure from my thoughts to my legs and step on it further and further without looking back only to aim and achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39;I can only rise every time I fall&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/8493315442518424966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-would-like-to-share-one-of-parables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419777662496726431/posts/default/8493315442518424966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419777662496726431/posts/default/8493315442518424966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-would-like-to-share-one-of-parables.html' title='&#39;&#39;I can only rise every time I fall&#39;&#39;'/><author><name>Gia Nayak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01964365919293289573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jphlFe1VN0ZJRoIlXKau5-rO9RULZlZW6Ba_fyFXgdMPj2CAyxE3e8GA88bcDBgi3d28uDLPAYItw-8I2_mFitODJez5hHJVEDzZGdPzxlRceKks2JG7aggWJxbI/s220/gia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsrjQ4ym2t2S2xV5KwugE3vDvyod_VmhT8MMGHw_c4BAxOTiH2SZoVEJF7BnuijIWdRsx1Ejs3HB6mtXY_q-jviSSYY6p5WrNIGsbaNwTM99grNxbGzbdVeNia6_f7diC8rz27lNmlc0/s72-c/DSCN3009.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419777662496726431.post-7471525098945804096</id><published>2011-02-11T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T05:47:47.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control your attention, and you control your mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYjRcYaCrO83MZ_J-I5GySGpqnwTPITqGTXRegCc_hS3rkdnv0yf5nXUda7eYQhJk7Nz8OYD8TIRLi7QsnrqFwXPXJcCEHZmCA7bGKs3Gy0XrXvK-ClFhQ5Let4tjkmkjU_uxh-ZLo9M/s1600/P2061616.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYjRcYaCrO83MZ_J-I5GySGpqnwTPITqGTXRegCc_hS3rkdnv0yf5nXUda7eYQhJk7Nz8OYD8TIRLi7QsnrqFwXPXJcCEHZmCA7bGKs3Gy0XrXvK-ClFhQ5Let4tjkmkjU_uxh-ZLo9M/s320/P2061616.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I would like to share this little story &#39;&#39;The Elephant and the fly&#39;&#39; to all my readers written by Remez Sasson which I feel is very inspiring and lesson we can learn from something that is so basic yet true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A disciple and his teacher were walking through the forest. The  disciple was disturbed by the fact that his mind was in constant unrest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He asked his teacher: &quot;Why most people&#39;s minds are restless, and only  a few possess a calm mind? What can one do to still the mind?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The teacher looked at the disciple, smiled and said:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I will tell you a story. An elephant was standing and picking leaves  from a tree. A small fly came, flying and buzzing near his ear. The  elephant waved it away with his long ears. Then the fly came again, and  the elephant waved it away once more&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This was repeated several times. Then the elephant asked the fly:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Why are you so restless and noisy? Why can&#39;t you stay for a while in one place?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The fly answered: &quot;I am attracted to whatever I see, hear or smell.  My five senses pull me constantly in all directions and I cannot resist  them. What is your secret? How can you stay so calm and still?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The elephant stopped eating and said:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;My five senses do not rule my attention. Whatever I do, I get immersed  in it. Now that I am eating, I am completely immersed in eating. In this  way I can enjoy my food and chew it better. I rule and control my  attention, and not the other way around.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Upon hearing these words, the disciple&#39;s eyes opened wide and a smile appeared on his face. He looked at his teacher and said:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I understand! If my five senses are in control of my mind and  attention, then my mind is in constant unrest. If I am in charge of my  five senses and attention, then my mind becomes calm&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Yes, that&#39;s right&quot;, answered the teacher, &quot; The mind is restless and  goes wherever the attention is. Control your attention, and you control  your mind&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;20 years ago my math teacher screamed at me for scoring poor in class, I always consider her rude without realising that&amp;nbsp;I got only better from the day I was told off.&lt;br /&gt;
19 years ago I met my best friend who still is my best friend even though miles away, I have no answers to why I always liked her.&lt;br /&gt;
18 years ago I hated that new tall girl in my class as&amp;nbsp;she made me second to the tallest, but I forgot to appreciate the fact that I had more friends even then.&lt;br /&gt;
17 years ago I easily showed off to my friends about my dad&#39;s extra love for me as he always stood by me in every event of my school days, forgetting that my act could hurt and mislead my friends and they&amp;nbsp;could then doubt on love their parents had to offer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0006G3JRO&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
16 years back I made new friend and enjoyed spending more time with her, I forgot to involve or think about my best friend who must have felt left out. &lt;br /&gt;
15 years back I prayed all day so I could score good points in exams, time I spent praying I forgot I could have study.&lt;br /&gt;
14 years back I met my first love of my life, I am still glad that my love taught me to use my heartbeats before words. I don&#39;t remember if I gave anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;
13 years back I was happy that I successfully got into university to complete my graduation and I was glad I don&#39;t have to go to school everyday, I am still ashamed that I forgot to thank all those teachers in my school who made my journey possible. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B00004S9EM&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
12 years back I decided to fall out of my first love as I got feelings that our love will only get cold over the years, I was so inconsiderate as I decided without consulting and made stories for easy fall out.&lt;br /&gt;
11 years back I was so glad as&amp;nbsp;my brother was growing tall and strong and so took him out with my friends more often, I was so stupid to avoid him before as I missed on all those good times I could have had with my only brother. &lt;br /&gt;
10years back I was getting more attracted to new technologies never realised that it was pulling me away from basic existence of human life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000M8OX6W&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9 years ago I was spending good time with my grandparents as they had plenty of stories and their experiences to share. I thought their experiences were stories without realising that those stories were their hardship and my existence was only possible because they faced those hardships. &lt;br /&gt;
8 years back I was happy as I got job in financial sector. Not until today I thought of thanking that math teacher who I considered rude in those days when I was only 8.&lt;br /&gt;
7 years back I got promoted where I was working, I never realised it was leading to start of my materialistic lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;
6 years back I met my soul mate and promised to live with him forever in good and bad, it was very easy to promise but can get difficult. I never thought I actually stood strong in good and bad, this only makes me feel better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
5 years back I was&amp;nbsp;very happy as I purchased house to make a home. I did not pray for those who had no homes or lost them in natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;
4 years back I started getting more and more into things I wanted to buy, I did not think to find out if those things were reasons for my happiness .If I was happy without them.&lt;br /&gt;
3 years back I found that I was soon stepping&amp;nbsp;into new responsibility for rest of my life as I was soon going to be mother. I can now relate to how my mum felt when I acted irresponsible every time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0036VO70Y&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2 years back I was thinking of buying bigger house and one more investment property, I never thought of reality that no matter how many properties I buy, I can only be happy to be and live around my husband&amp;nbsp;and my son and sleep on one bed at a time and die and get buried in one coffin.&lt;br /&gt;
A year back I was thinking of people I am not in touch due to several reasons like anger, jealousy, selfishness, antagonism, carelessness but I only realised recently that it makes no difference if I was in talking terms with them. They are still where they are supposed to be and they will carry on with their lives with or without me. I am only carrying them in my thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
20 years back I was only 8 years old and had very little understanding to what lessons I get to learn from my teachers who will be with me forever, events of my life in a big classroom&amp;nbsp;of my thoughts. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I made bullet points of lessons I learnt from my past events of my life, so I could read them again and again every time I failed to remember real reasons of my existence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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* What I see it as rude is actually like alarm on my reminder. It is time to change myself.&lt;br /&gt;
* If I get along well with someone for years then it’s definitely worth to be treasured forever. Relationships work well because both know ins and outs of each other good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;
* It is good to come across people who are better than me, even though I get discouraged for a while but eventually I will get exposed to the reality. This world is full of good, better and best.&lt;br /&gt;
* I got to respect what others don&#39;t have. Showing off will one day put me down, as I will be graded as thoughtless person?&lt;br /&gt;
* It is good to meet new people, as it helps in growing inner self. But forgetting old people or friends is like getting uprooted from base.&lt;br /&gt;
* It is more important to get act together to perform than to sit back and assume my work will be done. To fulfil my dreams I need to act not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
* Listen to my heartbeats, as it says many things without a word. I got to sometimes follow my instinct and trust my impressions.&lt;br /&gt;
* Never to forget that number 10 only comes after 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 and 9. No matter how successful I become in life, it was possible due to presence of all those people and events in the past. I should never forget where I started.&lt;br /&gt;
* Never to make decision based on assumptions when dealing with any relationships. If I have any sort of feelings discuss, talk it out, clear it out and then decide, not doing so will be like falsely accusing someone truly innocent. Any behaviour that comes out of assumptions is foolishness. Its a reminder for me that I m not a learned person if I do so.&lt;br /&gt;
* If I don&#39;t respect members in my family, I would never respect anyone. I got to like and show appreciation to everyone in the society, younger or older.&lt;br /&gt;
* Keep track of basic things as getting overly involved with new technologies can leave my brain to rot. For instance, using phone books for contact numbers and calculator for maths should be least done. Drawing with pencil is still fun to draw than those digital sticks.&lt;br /&gt;
* Always thank ancestors for my existence. I use telecommunication or maps today because they put hard work to it. We got satellite navigation in car. But our ancestors introduced maps. Never to forget that we are standing on giant shoulders, our ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;
* I am just a human having fragile memory system. If I forget my basic I can always remind myself. I may sometimes get carried away and take credits for everything I achieved. Its good to remind myself that number 10 only comes after 9.&lt;br /&gt;
* If I am not ambitious then I don&#39;t know to live life. It is good to be ambitious only for better living but not to get carried away forgetting main purpose of my life. Working, spending time with my family, appreciating nature and returning favours back to the society. &lt;br /&gt;
* Every single person contributes something in our society good or bad, well is to share and bad to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;
* To perform I have to promise. If I don&#39;t promise I may start looking for different escape routes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
* It is not house that matters but its home that does. I can make home out of smallest space if I know true meaning of having home.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
* I am blessed with creativity so I can make things I need from natures resources. Peaceful mind, calm sunset, green grass, water puddle these all can be experienced or created for happiness. These are lot better than buying and piling them in house making place more and more confined.&lt;br /&gt;
* Though there is bit of generation gap between me and my parents and I don&#39;t relate to life like they do, they still can potentially be right from what they learnt in their life which I may only realise when I got to step in same shoes as theirs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
* No matter how high I could fly, my flight always directs downwards when journey end. No matter how much I grow, I will always grow old. &lt;br /&gt;
* Its shame I only just realised that I am not in talking terms with someone because I am still carrying him or her in mind. Judging and executing people based on my thoughts of feeling angry, jealous or competent. It’s a shame.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0024I8H42&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like people say, it’s better late than never. I m glad I at least realised what was I doing wrong, as I can now work on it only to make things better leading to peaceful mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1 class=&quot;post-title&quot; id=&quot;post-6&quot;&gt;The Best Tea In Japan.&lt;/h1&gt;There was a group of elderly gentlemen in Japan who would meet to  exchange news and drink tea. One of their diversions was to search for  costly varieties of tea and create new blends that would delight the  palate.&lt;br /&gt;
When it was the turn of the oldest member of the group to entertain  the others, he served tea with the greatest ceremony, measuring out the  leaves from a golden container. Everyone had the highest praise for the  tea and demanded to know by what particular combination he had arrived  at this exquisite blend.&lt;br /&gt;
The old man smiled and said, “Gentlemen, the tea that you find so  delightful is the one that is drunk by the peasants on my farm. The  finest things in life are neither costly nor hard to find.”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was shopping around in toyshop to buy some puzzle block games for my nearly 2 years old son. I ended up buying one for myself too in the end. I was very excited buying them because I remembered&amp;nbsp;having those more than a decade ago when computer games or electronic games weren&#39;t as popular as they are these days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0032FPVTA&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I chose to pick Puzzle&amp;nbsp;game with cardboard pieces having irregular shapes, sizes and colours which when integrated completes into a picture of world map. I organised myself to start putting those puzzle together on board. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had two options; play to win meaning I could take as long as I like to win in the end. Potentially having all those pieces in place correctly. This method could help me to make decisions without rushing too much. Which means I could breath slowly without getting too judgemental.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other alternative to play to win was count down time, where I could time myself to finish my game in certain sensible time frame. Meaning I had to be quick to finish my game and put all those disintegrated pieces in place before I ran out of time. Which also means I had to take quick decisions, breathe fast, may be hastily leading to dislocation and incomplete work.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was aware that I was at beginners level without mastering my skills I would find very difficult to time myself. So thought of opting for first option, that is win to play and then thought of playing with count down timer the next time. I felt doing so would be fair as I could possibly put them together with my past experience. Deep inside I was nervous with a thought of possibly failing to integrate them by seeing numerous tiny shapes, sizes and colours. But I convinced myself to start playing, as I knew that to get results I need to play, without playing I will never get to experience and learn new things from it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learning to put puzzle together was more important than winning or loosing. I then had to centralize as I was deciding on where to start? As I belong to east part of the world. I thought it made more sense for me to start from countries in the east part of the world. I was doing pretty good and was enjoying every minute of putting that puzzle together bit by bit. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B003GSLU3E&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I finished east part, gradually I moved to integrate middle east I knew I wasn&#39;t quite as good with it, so I thought of gathering similar colours hoping I will eventually get there and move further to Middle east then European countries, once again I noticed I was struggling to put every single countries together as I was only getting on well with known countries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I collected matching colours and sizes hoping I could put them together. This logic of gathering similar colours and shapes helped me in a way because then I had to only look for missing gaps to fix pieces of puzzle in. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;In an hours time I managed to put all those puzzle pieces together to create a picture of world map. I knew I had few more hours left before my son could wake up so thought to carry on to next option for beginners level and that was timing myself. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B003P9XMFI&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;As it took an hour last time I thought of timing my game for 45 minutes this time. I started with confidence, as I knew basic logic behind putting puzzle together with help of different colours and had got jut out over it for the first time. I noticed that as soon as time started ticking I got bit restless and in many instances I left countries unfinished and moved to next one. I was getting too judgemental and concluding results without noticing that I was making mistakes. I was nowhere close to finishing line when clock started ticking to the remaining10seconds. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;After 45 minutes my puzzle board looked absolute mess. I realised I wrongly jumped to greater level so early. I thought I could time myself without mastering it in first place. I asked myself&amp;nbsp;one question, is there a message to this event of putting puzzle together. I felt like connecting this event to my real life experience.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;If my life was like those pieces of puzzle holding different colour – events, size – experience and shapes – my knowledge. I thought how could I possibly put them all together to make my life a meaningful life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002Y27P3M&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I realised that my life is not any different from those puzzle pieces. My life sits on one board, that is my existence with different colour, sizes, shapes or events, experiences and knowledge. How I live life or play my game is purely my decision. I surely need to dream or to start somewhere to know where I am going because without the start I would never know the results. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time I give for every little event will only help me to breathe slow and make right decisions and not get impulsive when dealing with people or events of my life. As rushing, breathing fast, getting too judgemental could lead my life in complete mess similar to those puzzle pieces left on board.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I still have no clue why from very beginning, I loved moving around  furniture, wherever I lived. I use to do it at my parents&#39; too when I  lived with them. I would go through all the bits in those furniture,  like books, cards, papers, photographs, drawings, clothes, purses, shoes  and then throw the ones not needed or give it away to someone who  appreciated it more than I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I tend to get in sudden mood  change which typically happens once in three months where I look into my  belongings trying to release the bundled up items to make them lighter  as much as possible every time I get my hands in. &lt;br /&gt;
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It always gave me the pleasure to think that my furniture is now much lighter and so much easier to move around. &lt;br /&gt;
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Recently  one of my friends mentioned it to me that she feels that she walks into  new house every time that same old furniture stood in different place  in different angle. We ended up talking about my so-called hobby of  moving around furniture until we could finish our cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;
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This  conversation then led to debate and this debate worked as a food for my  thoughts. My friend feels that I like to look at things or life from  all sides, all directions, all dimensions, to which I explained that  reason why I always loved moving around furniture was because I fancied  some change. To which she nodded and added saying, change was only  possible because I look at same things with different dimension. &lt;br /&gt;
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We  then carried on with yes and no and may be. But this event connected me  to what I could do with my brain and my thoughts. If my thoughts are  like my furniture which are flexible to think and holds everything I  have learnt. Whether good or bad, it still holds it.&lt;br /&gt;
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To add new  thoughts in I have to get rid of old stuffs, to do that I need to review  what I am already holding. It&#39;s not necessary that I always stick to  what I believe is right. I can still always try adding new thoughts to  the olds. &lt;br /&gt;
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My unnecessary thought needs to be thrown away and  good thoughts needs to be shared or given away in the form of  appreciations. I learnt that even though I haven&#39;t changed my brains I  can still train it to look at every event of my life from different  dimensions, so it can in return start looking graceful no matter what  age, which place.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;I got bad news yesterday morning that my cousin, who is more like a  friend to me lost her baby girl before she could welcome her to her life  and this world. I had no words to express. I was so sorry for her loss.  For a second my heart felt numb my body went cold. I could feel intense  emotional pain within. Even though I wasn’t next to her I could feel  that quiet moment she must have gone through when she heard that news of  losing her first child.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Being mother myself, I could relate to  what she was going through but the intensity of pain was felt only by  her, someone who has lost her child. I still clearly remember my  cousin&#39;s face when I met her last year. She was overly excited about her  pregnancy and about her soon-to-be motherhood. &lt;br /&gt;
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My mind started  rushing with all those thoughts and facts that she might have to go  through very shortly after she gave birth to a stillborn baby. What she  must have felt when in hospital? Did she get scared? Would she hold her  baby? Who would bathe and dress her? Did everyone gather to bless her  baby? Did grandparents get to see their first grandchild in the family?  Hoping she got some keepsakes and mementos and took lots of pictures?  How would she feel to leave without baby in couple of days after she  gets discharged from the hospital? Losing someone is painful. Grieving  for them is, at times, unbearable. But forgetting them? Impossible just  when you least expect it. I was at this point not even thinking of how  baby’s father felt? I personally feel that when mother carries baby in  her womb, father carries it in his mind?  I was thinking of grandparents  who are now getting old and can barely stand strong to see their  children crying in pain, pain that would live deep impact for rest of  their lives. &lt;br /&gt;
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All these bad feelings piled up in my thoughts and I  instinctively blamed Mother Nature to be so cruel. I curse her to be so  thoughtless, so mercilessly hurting innocent creatures and playing with  their emotions. I started to recall every major thing Mother Nature did  to living being. How she harms innocents by getting moody and  generating Avalanches, Blizzards, Contractible diseases, Cyclones,  Earthquakes, Famines, Floods and Landslides, Heat waves, Limnic  eruptions, Storms, Tornadoes, Tsunami, Volcanic eruptions, Wildfires and  bushfires.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought enough is enough. I got upset and I got  angry. In a way I was asking her the reasons why she made us, living  beings so fragile, when she is so strong. Every mother struggles to give  life, strength, happiness to their little ones, I asked why not you  Mother Nature? Why Mother Nature? After a while I thought it’s unfair to  blame someone. Things happen when it has to happen. So I thought of  sitting down quietly without any thoughts or any harsh questions in my  mind. &lt;br /&gt;
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I started reflecting asking myself one question, have I  shut all the doors of my mind, am I not thinking? Did I not pay close  attention to the messages Mother Nature is trying to convey, all the  lessons she ever taught us? &lt;br /&gt;
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Her existence itself is a lesson and  true example of how she abides us together, all living beings together.  She gave birth to trees to teach us true meaning of selflessness,  serving lives without any motto. Trees which then bears fruit so that we  could overcome hunger, let her branches spread wide across to build  nests and shades. Mother Nature has given birth to the affectionate Sun  who is potentially sole reason why we living beings still survive.  Mother Nature has got the courage to let sun go away every evening and  waits patiently. She conceived seas and rivers that are so know for its  generosity and then our earth that does everything to be rated as best  in hospitality. &lt;br /&gt;
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I felt I was gradually calming down. I was  recalling lessons learnt from Mother Nature. I heard a voice trying to  say something gently passing from my face towards my ears. Asking me to  recall how I entered in this world after all that struggle I had to go  through with that umbilical cord surrounded which could potentially  strangle me, or that water which could have decided to stop protecting  me. All those stages of my existence, from conception to the day I was  born. &lt;br /&gt;
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I knew that voice was trying to remind me every struggle I  went through to start with. That voice asked me why I complained in the  first place? Did I not learn my lesson yet? Did I not realise that life  is sweeter version of struggle?&lt;br /&gt;
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Like I always did, I questioned  that voice and asked why I was given parents if life was a struggle, to  which I heard a laughter and answer following it saying that I wasn’t  thinking of all the struggles I went through to grasp little air when  trying to suck milk and all those sleepless nights I had when my teeth  tear my jaws and many bumps I had on every fall. I had to agree and was  left speechless. I had nothing more to ask or say. I got the message.  That message was to build my hope back together again.  I was ashamed of  blaming my teacher, my guardian only because I couldn’t recall all that  Mother Nature taught me in my life so far. &lt;br /&gt;
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I really hope my cousin will soon be blessed with a beautiful healthy baby. I have no more words to say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial,trebuchet,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indecisive:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial,trebuchet,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;Once Buddha was walking from one town to another town with a few of his followers.. This was in the initial days. While they were traveling, they happened to pass a lake. They stopped there and Buddha told one of his disciples, “I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;The disciple walked up to the lake. When he reached it, he noticed that right at that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, the water became very muddy, very turbid. The disciple thought, “How can I give this muddy water to Buddha to drink!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;So he came back and told Buddha, “The water in there is very muddy. I don’t think it is fit to drink.” After about half an hour, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back to the lake and get him some water to drink. The disciple obediently went back to the lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;This time too he found that the lake was muddy. He returned and informed Buddha about the same. After sometime, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back. The disciple reached the lake to find the lake absolutely clean and clear with pure water in it. The mud had settled down and the water above it looked fit to be had. So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to Buddha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;Buddha looked at the water, and then he looked up at the disciple and said,” See what you did to make the water clean. You let it be…. and the mud settled down on its own - and you got clear water. Your mind is also like that! When it is disturbed, just let it be. Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own. You don’t have to put in any effort to calm it down. It will happen. It is effortless.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial,trebuchet,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Upset with someone:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial,trebuchet,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;Buddha seemed quite unruffled by the insults hurled at him by a visitor. When his disciples later asked him what the secret of his serenity was, he said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Imagine what would happen if someone placed an offering before you and you did not pick it up. Or someone sent you a letter that you refused to open; you would be unaffected by its contents, would you not? Do this each time you are abused and you will not lose your serenity.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial,trebuchet,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;KonaBody&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;True philosopher that he as, Socrates believed that the wise person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;would instinctively&amp;nbsp;lead a frugal life. He himself&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;not even wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;shoes; yet he fell under the spell of&amp;nbsp;the marketplace and would go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;there often to look at all the&amp;nbsp;wares on display.When one&amp;nbsp;of his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;asked why, Socrates said: &quot;I love to go there and discover how many&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;things I am perfectly happy without.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sad: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;content&quot; height=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;He&#39;s enjoying the wind and the fresh air--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;KonaBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;shore.&quot;My God, this is terrible,&quot; the wave says. &quot;Look what&#39;s going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;to happen to me!&quot;&amp;nbsp;Then along comes another wave. It sees the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;first wave, looking grim, and it&amp;nbsp;says to him, &quot;Why do you look so sad?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The first wave says, &quot;You don&#39;t understand! We&#39;re all going to crash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;All of us&amp;nbsp;are going to be nothing! Isn&#39;t this terrible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;The second wave says, &quot;No, YOU don&#39;t understand. You&#39;re not a wave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;you&#39;re part of the ocean.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Gia Guru Nayak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;content&quot; height=&quot;100%&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,trebuchet,helvetica; font-size: 9pt; vertical-align: top; width: 969px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Hands to heal you by creating something to feel good about self and at same time may be to serve others. Be it basic things like cooking a meal or cleaning, working from desk or on site, if you try to bring rhythm to whatever you do you will soon start to realise that you are healing yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If you find yourself in a position where going gets tough or you feel you can no longer go ahead with it then try some soothing techniques like singing your favourite tune or may be you just like to hum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0013OMK32&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Giving rhythm to work sometimes help you to get organised for next task. You don’t need to have guests around to use your favourite cutlery and crockery. Get them out when you feel you need good change. Cook your favourite meal, garnish it with best ingredients you have. Set your table like you would do on those special occasions, play music you like, lit candles, switch on your special room freshener and have your perfect meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If your loved one is together its even better, you can make your moment much nicer by using red colours around, be it your tablecloth or napkins or any tableware. If you got kids it adds to your pleasure. You can get them all in one place and have fun filled time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When you are done with your meal, clean it all up. Don’t forget to get help from your loved ones to be quicker. Then get on floor and spread out drawing sheets and draw your thoughts. I feel getting on warm floor send positive vibes to your body and mind.&amp;nbsp; You do not need to be professional painter or creative head of any company to draw using your imaginations. Do not get discouraged if you notice your drawing a complete disaster. Smile you are drawing to feel good and not to put them on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B001KNO0B6&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When you feel bit better and you think you are getting in rhythm then get dressed to go out and have a long walk. On your way back collect all those colourful gravels, if you are walking on seashore then collect few sea shells bring them back with you and wash them and decorate them in empty glass bottles or glass bowls as they add on to your home designs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;You can also grab a nice scented flower bouquet and display them in your favourite vase. Try to be creative by baking your own breads, cakes and biscuits. Learn to cook and be prepared to surprise your loved ones or guests. Love what you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Notice and appreciate nature around you, take your camera with you if you like to capture things your eyes have seen. Observe little details of what nature has to offer. Smile when you see those little dewdrops on grass, plants and trees. Feel the warm sunlight in you, if you are out in the evenings then sit back to see sunset and observe those birds returning to their nests. Spot those little birds flapping wings to catch up with the speed of their fellow mates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_Fb8wXXFzr3Ooe00AfKxGY5NMbyEE9y5qfgE-yeY02Zqwkg5AhtIV98_l2B_Ktk40k0cvECC8688ptZqQnDU0-oDGETLvEqiqOgGR1etBq0RXic3J9R_mx7aC4oGzYjZSNLZW77punU/s1600/P1231585.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_Fb8wXXFzr3Ooe00AfKxGY5NMbyEE9y5qfgE-yeY02Zqwkg5AhtIV98_l2B_Ktk40k0cvECC8688ptZqQnDU0-oDGETLvEqiqOgGR1etBq0RXic3J9R_mx7aC4oGzYjZSNLZW77punU/s400/P1231585.JPG&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Places in your home or office where you tend to spend most of your time, try giving it more pleasant look. Use your favourite shades on bed sheets and pillows covers. Give it a rhythm, display things according to its shapes and sizes, most used and least used. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Hold hands of your loved ones, children or friends. Try it as holding hands with another person is a very healing action. Sit down in a quite place need not say a word. Let heart do its job, its very good at passing messages without words when happy or when sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000NSG98Q&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Do some gardening, run your fingers on those lovely flowers and fruits, leaves and grass, branches and stems. Once again if you are on seashore build your own sand castles, feel the warmth in the sand, let that warmth travel in your body through skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Blow a kiss with your hands to your loved ones and friends when you finished with arguments and getting back home together and wish them good luck raising your thumbs up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;You need not be a part of audience in a show to clap. Clap when you feel happy, clap to show appreciation. Generate a rhythm and clap accordingly. You might soon realise those sounds generated by clapping your hands are one of your favourite tunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Don’t forget to massage your hands, legs and face with your favourite massage oil and may be get a back massage from your partner and if you like give warm massages to your loved ones too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwHKwHQY47fmS1gxM5VeIUlWUJSmfxtg2VXU7fvbIgRZVdXFU1hU2oQZYiySV0aoz3gORRzhGqdK26n_yr-2oku-7z8krvC3GZeYDSsOf2opbH0u-yhqyzbK8ADP_k02GdTyhTWPXXuE/s1600/table.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwHKwHQY47fmS1gxM5VeIUlWUJSmfxtg2VXU7fvbIgRZVdXFU1hU2oQZYiySV0aoz3gORRzhGqdK26n_yr-2oku-7z8krvC3GZeYDSsOf2opbH0u-yhqyzbK8ADP_k02GdTyhTWPXXuE/s400/table.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If you find too difficult to do things on your own then get online and watch others getting creative as that can sometimes inspire you and motivate you to do something creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Try to always remember our basics. Where we come from and where would we go in the end. Little things bring more happiness and bigger things can sometimes not long last. If we find happiness in little things we would never notice difference of how big things look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I try to reflect on self by sitting down quietly everyday for 15 minutes  after my son, Gautam goes to bed.  This is a time when I try to recall  every little details, which occurred in a day. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thinking about  people I met, what I spoke, how I responded to people&#39;s gestures, how I  replied to their questions, what conversations I had and what it led to,  if I gave enough time to everyone I met today, if I was considerate, if  I was thoughtful, hoping I did not try to overly get involved in  people&#39;s lives by commenting in a way supporting their views, if I tried  to manipulate things so it looks like I was right, if I tried to raise  my voice because I felt I was right or maybe I felt I knew more, if I  said thank you to show appreciation to people who helped me, if I fed my  family, my fishes, my pets and birds outside?&lt;br /&gt;
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Did I help someone  without expecting favours in return and finally thinking of what I can  do to make sure that with all these questions in my mind I should start  with fresh thoughts next sunrise without getting too judgmental or  trying to convince myself that I hold better position and not trying to  look down upon others. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I get answers to all my questions in  my thoughts I then tend to repeat this sentence in my mind for couple  of times &quot;what matters today means nothing tomorrow&quot;, saying so helps me  to grow within. This sentence directs me to neutral gear. &lt;br /&gt;
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I  then smile, this smile is in a way commanding my brain to erase little  details which really makes no sense if present in thoughts and makes no  difference if it&#39;s nonexistent. It takes about 10 minutes to get answers  to my questions; the remaining 5 minutes are to frame questions for  next fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will I smile and greet every individual I meet,  no matter what experience I had with him or her, good or bad? Will I  give enough quality time to people so they get chance to express  themselves too? Will I show appreciation to everyone who supported my  existence and stand by me when I needed the most? Strangers are teachers  of life too will I respect them? I don&#39;t have to be right every time;  will I show consideration to those who have their own views? It&#39;s  natural to get in argument as everyone thinks not the same, will I  remind myself to forgive and forget?  Am I sure that I served my child  and husband before I could lend helping hands to others? Will I always  be aware that my existence on earth is not to hurt some, or be  judgmental every minute, or to make comments or say something on every  incidents, or to compare myself to others or vice versa? Will I be aware  that every individual have their own rights to own things they have, be  that intelligence or intangible goods as I have no rights to prove self  or anyone their grades with superior or inferior tags? &lt;br /&gt;
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Towards  the end of 15 minutes when I am done with framing questions for my  better tomorrow I then tend to have 2 minutes of peaceful no thoughts  moment. These 2 minutes of quite moment has thought me a lesson too that  I need to conquer the war within. Most of my good and bad of life is on  how I think. I need to learn to open and broaden ways of thinking so  that it helps me to look at life from different aspects and not get  carried away with limited thoughts making my life along with others  quite painful. I need to remember one sentence &quot;what matters today means  nothing tomorrow&quot; to conquer the war within.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently it was built in 15th century. Its loft, which was then extended in 18th century, had some bric-a-brac in. One of the previous owners of that building must have thought of dumping old photo frames in that gap of extended loft may be to upgrade their photo frames collections or&amp;nbsp; may be to get rid of them. In year 2007 when we had heavy down pours we noticed some water dripping from the ceiling so my husband thought of getting in the loft to see if there was any problems in the roof or roof tiles. We managed to get it sorted and fixed but were surprised to see tons of picture frames lying in the gap of two lofts. We had two options either selling them or displaying them in our &lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002Y27P3M&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;coffee shop. We opted to display few in coffee shop and live rest for our friends. All pictures were black and white and most of them were sketches of beautiful girls dancing or working in traditional English pubs and tearooms. There were few pictures, which had Egyptian ladies cooking, and serving food to their gods. One of the picture frames was very unique it did not have any pictures but had some script on it, which read Seventeenth Century Nun&#39;s Prayer author unknown. I was very pleased having found it and thought of displaying it on the way to stairs leading to first floor seating. Ever since then I always made it a point to read it once in a week, which was mostly done on Sunday mornings, my day off. The reason why I enjoyed reading it was because it had unexplained depth to it. Every time I read it I got different meaning, different expose to real essence of my life. I felt I wasn&#39;t alone. I felt I am not any different. I felt I was only human. I was always so busy doing different things that reading Seventeenth Century Nun&#39;s Prayer every Sunday just became a routine and I never thought of looking for its author or its origin. Today I was reading beautiful Christian story &#39;&#39; A Bible for Graduation&#39;&#39; and it said author unknown, this event connected me to the event when I first read Seventeenth Century Nun&#39;s Prayer and never knew whom the author was. &lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002UUT428&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;So thought of doing some online search hoping to find the author for that beautiful, inspiring prayer. Alas! I still have no clue who was the author.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought of sharing it with you all because it is so inspiring. We need not have to be religious or believe in a particular religion to read this prayer. I personally feel this prayer is&amp;nbsp;not to speak reverently to god or a god in order to express thanks or make request.&amp;nbsp; This is beautiful piece of work, which is actually helping us to reflect in self and also feel good that we are only humans.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here it goes, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;Lord, You know better than I know myself that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;I am growing older and will someday be old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt; Keep me from the fatal  habit of thinking I must say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;something on every subject and on every  occassion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;Release me from the craving to straighten out everybody&#39;s  affairs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;Make me thoughtful, but not moody.  Helpful, but not bossy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;but You  know, Lord, I want a few friends at the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;Keep my mind free from the endless recital of  details;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt; give me wings to get to the point.  Seal my lips on my aches  and pains.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;is becoming  sweeter as the years go by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;  I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy  the tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt; of others&#39; pains, but help me to endure them with patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;I dare not ask for improved memory,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;but for a  growing humility and a lessening cocksureness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;when my memory seems to  clash with the memories of others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt; Teach me the glorious lesson that  occassionally, I may be mistaken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;Keep me reasonably sweet.  I do not want to  be a saint&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;- some of them are so hard to live with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;  But a sour old  person is one of the crowning works of the devil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt; Give me the ability  to see good things in unexpected places,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;and talents in unexpected  people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;And give me, Lord, the grace to tell them so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: COMIC SANS MS;&quot;&gt;Amen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/9198136390997645032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/2011/01/seventeenth-century-nuns-prayer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419777662496726431/posts/default/9198136390997645032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419777662496726431/posts/default/9198136390997645032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/2011/01/seventeenth-century-nuns-prayer.html' title='Seventeenth Century Nun&#39;s Prayer'/><author><name>Gia Nayak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01964365919293289573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jphlFe1VN0ZJRoIlXKau5-rO9RULZlZW6Ba_fyFXgdMPj2CAyxE3e8GA88bcDBgi3d28uDLPAYItw-8I2_mFitODJez5hHJVEDzZGdPzxlRceKks2JG7aggWJxbI/s220/gia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRW6jbaCV3lBIBUxwA9PPKxOpW6nm7O9Vks6O9SRcCI9qXZzZOpGnx0UnlRsWbvJYvLfoK9uuoA6tbN2KgtmQUPv6sk9w23H9Vv-MumRwptSFVag-hRlCN2AquDnFguD292FG_Pr-His/s72-c/DSCN2482.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419777662496726431.post-7344538314843432126</id><published>2011-01-21T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:38:35.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Argue Logically</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwb8ubwmYUuraB6Pa2k33P5U6vYDh2gUQQ_S1ki-j6dIN0Hbz7h7ZYKFTrQICxm_G6bSRqIH_Lwd6BVfsBxFfm41hk539_Y9ByRvNUj1DsnxGXSfDDgH2rKJ6qKniXFZalZeOdJLRTrr8/s1600/Picture+733.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwb8ubwmYUuraB6Pa2k33P5U6vYDh2gUQQ_S1ki-j6dIN0Hbz7h7ZYKFTrQICxm_G6bSRqIH_Lwd6BVfsBxFfm41hk539_Y9ByRvNUj1DsnxGXSfDDgH2rKJ6qKniXFZalZeOdJLRTrr8/s400/Picture+733.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I have been reading about different philosophers and their works and contributions. I found this article below quite interesting and so decided to share ot with you all. This piece of work is contributed by Richard H Popkin. (December 27, 1923—April 14, 2005) was an academic philosopher who specialized in the history of &lt;a class=&quot;mw-redirect&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_enlightenment&quot; title=&quot;Age of enlightenment&quot;&gt;enlightenment&lt;/a&gt; philosophy and early modern anti-dogmatism. His 1960 work &lt;i&gt;The History of Scepticism from Erasmus to Descartes&lt;/i&gt; &lt;sup class=&quot;reference&quot; id=&quot;cite_ref-0&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Popkin#cite_note-0&quot;&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;mw-redirect&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyrrhonian_Scepticism&quot; title=&quot;Pyrrhonian Scepticism&quot;&gt;Pyrrhonian Scepticism&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sextus_Empiricus&quot; title=&quot;Sextus Empiricus&quot;&gt;Sextus Empiricus&lt;/a&gt;. Popkin also was an internationally acclaimed scholar on Jewish and Christian &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millenarianism&quot; title=&quot;Millenarianism&quot;&gt;millenarianism&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messianism&quot; title=&quot;Messianism&quot;&gt;messianism&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; introduced previously unrecognised influence on Western thought in the seventeenth century, the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002Y27P3M&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;How to Argue Logically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We like to think that we speak logically all the  time, but we are aware that we sometimes use  illogical means to persuade others of our point of  view. &lt;b&gt;In the heat of an impassioned argument, or  when we are afraid our disputant has a stronger  case, or when we don&#39;t quite have all the facts  we&#39;d like to have, we are prone to engage in faulty  processes of reasoning, using arguments we hope  will appear sound.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;   Such defective arguments are called fallacies by  philosophers who, starting with Aristotle, have  catalogued and classified these fallacious  arguments. &lt;b&gt;There are now over 125 separate  fallacies, most with their own impressive-sounding  names, many of them in Latin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  Some arguments have easily recognizable defects.  For instance, in the argument &lt;b&gt;ad hominem,&lt;/b&gt; a  person&#39;s views are criticized because of a  logically irrelevant personal defect: &quot;You can&#39;t  take Smith&#39;s advice on the stock market; he&#39;s a  known philanderer.&quot; In the &lt;b&gt;genetic fallacy,&lt;/b&gt; something is mistakenly reduced to its origins: &quot;We  know that emotions are nothing more than  physiology; after all, medical research has shown  emotions involve the secretion of hormones.&quot;  Another illogical argument is named for the  erroneous thinking a wagering person may fall prey  to, the &lt;b&gt;gambler&#39;s fallacy&lt;/b&gt; (also called the &lt;b&gt;Monte  Carlo fallacy&lt;/b&gt;): &quot;I&#39;m betting on heads; it&#39;s got to  come up since we&#39;ve just had nine straight tails.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  Some fallacies may not be recognized as erroneous  reasoning because they are such commonly used forms  of argument. For instance, if we say, &quot;I&#39;m sure my  cold is due to the weather; I started sneezing  right after it went from 60 degrees to 31 degrees  in three hours,&quot; we are committing the fallacy with  the Latin name of &lt;b&gt;post hoc ergo propter hoc&lt;/b&gt; (&quot;after  this, therefore because of this&quot;). Many a political  argument exemplifies the &lt;b&gt;fallacy of arguing in a  circle&lt;/b&gt;; for instance: &quot;Only wealthy men are capable  of leading the country; after all, leadership can  be learned only if you have had money to exercise  power.&quot; Many prejudicial or stereotypical arguments  commit the &lt;b&gt;fallacy of division&lt;/b&gt;, or of applying to  the part what may be true of the whole: &quot;North  Dakota has wide-open spaces; since Jack&#39;s farm is  there, it must be quite large.&quot; The converse of  this is the &lt;b&gt;fallacy of composition&lt;/b&gt;, where  properties of the parts are erroneously attributed  to the whole: &quot;Every apple on this tree is rotten;  therefore, the tree itself is hopelessly diseased.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  It may be a surprise to realize that some widely  accepted forms of argument are just as fallacious  as the most logically defective reasoning. When we  appeal to the beliefs or behavior of the majority  to prove the truth of something, we are committing  the &lt;b&gt;fallacy of consensus gentium&lt;/b&gt;: &quot;Imbibing alcohol  cannot be bad for people, since all cultures  studied have used alcohol.&quot; Or consider the person  who argues that &quot;Tragedy is the highest form of  literature; after all, didn&#39;t Aristotle consider  it such?&quot; This is a form of the &lt;b&gt;fallacy of arguing  from authority&lt;/b&gt;. There is also the &lt;b&gt;fallacy of  ignoratio elenchus&lt;/b&gt;, which has nothing to do with  ignorance; its name means that the point made is  irrelevant to the issue at hand, as in the  untenable view of a lawyer who says, &quot;Ladies and  gentlemen of the jury, you cannot convict my client  of manslaughter while driving under the influence;  after all, advertisements for alcohol exist  everywhere in our culture.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Fallacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;{fal&#39;-uh-see}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  In logic, a fallacy is a form of reasoning that is illogical or that violates the rules of valid argumentation.  A formal fallacy makes strict violations of the rules of logic.  An informal fallacy does not violate the rules of logic, but it violates the rules of valid reasoning or arrives at unsound conclusions, because of unsound reasoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  A common formal fallacy involves affirming the consequent or denying the antecedent in hypothetical reasoning.  That is, if A, then B, affirming B as the proof of A, or denying A as the basis for denying B.  In either case, it does not follow that the affirmation or the denial proves what is claimed.  Thus, if all Americans are bald (A), then all Americans require no hairdressers (B)--the affirmation of B, that is, saying it is true, does not prove A;  neither does the denial of A prove the denial of B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  Two other kinds of formal fallacies that are important are the argument from the undistributed middle and the conversion of a universal positive proposition.  In the first, it is argued that &quot;all A is B&quot; and &quot;all C is B&quot;;  therefore, &quot;all A is C.&quot; If &quot;Americans&quot; is substituted for &quot;A&quot;, &quot;human beings&quot; for &quot;B&quot;, and &quot;Hungarians&quot; for &quot;C&quot;, it is easily seen that the argument is fallacious.  In the other case, it is argued that if &quot;all A is B,&quot; then &quot;all B is A&quot;;  this is obviously fallacious if the same substitutions are made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  Because informal fallacies occur much more frequently in ordinary discussions, in political speeches, and in advertising, they are, in some ways, more important.  Some of these fallacies are a result of the ambiguity of the terms used;  people often slip unconsciously from one meaning of a term to another.  Other major informal fallacies are the ignoratio elenchi, that is, arguing for something different from the question asked;  and the tu quoque argument, in which an unsound argument is justified by claiming the unsoundness of another.  These soon degenerate into the argument ad hominem, in which the argument of an opponent is countered by pointing to his or her personal faults rather than by considering the substance of the argument;  and the argument from authority, which appeals to famous or important people who agree with a particular point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;  Richard H Popkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0036Z9W00&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Attitude: &lt;/u&gt;If I had wings I would love to sit with wings widely open, reason being  firstly I don&#39;t have to worry about my flight down and secondly it works  as shelters for those who cannot fly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/u&gt;Jumping to conclusion is like jumping monkey, no thought only jumping  which takes you nowhere. Every action has its own reason which is  unique, so don&#39;t generalize.&amp;nbsp;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0000058HX&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/s/?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;search-alias=computers&amp;amp;field-keywords=&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Search Amazon.com Computers for &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;Opportunity:&lt;/u&gt; I always think that it&#39;s not Opportunity that knocks our door, but it  should be us who should be doing vice verse but make sure we hold hands  of confidence and trust to do that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sensible living:&lt;/u&gt; Make it a habit of drinking wine in shot glass and water in pint glass to appreciate good health and sensible living.&amp;nbsp;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hope:&lt;/u&gt; My grandfather introduced me to god because he wants me to never lose hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adive and Motivation: &lt;/u&gt;&#39;Careful&#39; can be advice but &#39;can do it&#39; is a motivation I say it to my son.&amp;nbsp; &lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B00479WMQA&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lies: &lt;/u&gt;He who lies to hide the truth never realizes that lies can never hide.&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Motivation:&lt;/u&gt; Continuously and Consistently are two words that can take you miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Power: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Learn to control yourself not others, as power is not as mightier as intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sensible&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doubting, judging, concluding are bad things you could do to others and worse to yourself.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good souls:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good souls embrace, others abandon. Do not compare but grow compassion  as events in people&#39;s lives are projections of how they will behave or  respond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Gia Guru Nayak&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/307885377996955822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/2011/01/original-inspirational-quotes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419777662496726431/posts/default/307885377996955822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419777662496726431/posts/default/307885377996955822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneytowardsdeath.blogspot.com/2011/01/original-inspirational-quotes.html' title='Original Inspirational Quotes'/><author><name>Gia Nayak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01964365919293289573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jphlFe1VN0ZJRoIlXKau5-rO9RULZlZW6Ba_fyFXgdMPj2CAyxE3e8GA88bcDBgi3d28uDLPAYItw-8I2_mFitODJez5hHJVEDzZGdPzxlRceKks2JG7aggWJxbI/s220/gia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6DBkuRWzP2dUVr5VGFQmT8XNZWODVJ_Hd4_qKp4B2lYkjBgrOo8uAWwWgm3mqyUg3hWbC857CABNBxqkUpJfkk4e7XmOxAO6pK82t7zaLiWWnwc2FXtEHsyqvZv3Ys-FRUqJ0ghzghQo/s72-c/leaves.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419777662496726431.post-222744914776174067</id><published>2011-01-16T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:29:53.221-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Do you appreciate?"/><title type='text'>Have you lived enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUu3k8I0aKhMDkaU0nffoqH0LVlcRs51K0ugY7Ls_Uss4WdJmwk84J02ZvqE7PC7IYrOFYr0N8oFQ0JtLPdVK6Ur8JV5UflGX_mltVb6BXnc40WYXk2iLt9TUGrRuEwRSC0FkR4pt5yRc/s1600/roses.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUu3k8I0aKhMDkaU0nffoqH0LVlcRs51K0ugY7Ls_Uss4WdJmwk84J02ZvqE7PC7IYrOFYr0N8oFQ0JtLPdVK6Ur8JV5UflGX_mltVb6BXnc40WYXk2iLt9TUGrRuEwRSC0FkR4pt5yRc/s320/roses.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you lived enough? Enough to say you lived your life to the fullest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you appreciate the fact that you are blessed with everything you always wanted?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you appreciate the fact that you are born with all the senses working?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hands to work with, legs to walk with and heart to love with?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B003O6EETU&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Do you appreciate the fact that you love someone without expecting much in return?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you appreciate the fact that you get different options to eat, clothes to wear and clean water to drink?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you appreciate people who gave you birth and your ancestors who gave them lives?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you appreciate the fact that you are blessed with enough thoughts to keep you going for your survival and means to living?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today if you find out that it’s your last day to live would you smile and look up to say thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunny nice day on beach with my family, we all sat down building sand castles, close to the seawater that wasn’t very far. Started building one then few more. It had boundaries and were recognised as ours, recognised as mine. It had shape and was firm with bit of moisture in it, in no time water in form of huge waves decided to take it belongings with it, my sand castle away with it. Those sand castles, that stood firm and tall few minutes ago.&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B001NPGE5G&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I got sad, I got quiet only to realise I had found my answer. I knew where my journey was going to, I knew where I would go when I was no more I. My soul would jump up high in the air, my blood as vapour, my flesh in the earth and big waves which took my sand castle away would come again to welcome me to get together with my family, all those elements I am made up of.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will be still in this world not in the form I am now, I would not be recognised. I will be waiting for the next creator who would put me together, giving me a form, giving me my name. I realised I got quiet and calm to know the meaning and the answer to my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sat back to think for some more time only to get ashamed of self. My thoughts of where would my ill feelings go? I had within me. Where would they go? Would they travel with me? All the hatred, jealousy, and anger I have within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard some voice it was from my mind. That voice tried to say something. It shouted saying leave it to the fire it will burn it all away. That voice made me scared, that voice made me ashamed. I started to think if there was any nicer way.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a natural way to defend myself I thought of good feelings I have developed in me. I smiled in a way it was to feel good and to convince myself that I had good feelings too which would travel with me on my journey towards death.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard some voice again. It was same voice from my mind, which said my good feelings would go back in the earth; my good feelings would go back with my heart, the flesh that is going back to the earth. I was left alone again with my thoughts to look for the answer, to know where my ill feelings would go? By this point it started to feel heavier it started to appear bigger.&lt;br /&gt;
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All those ill feelings were in a way gathering every bit around to get heavier and appear bigger only to make me feel smaller and ashamed. I knew I had to look for the answer to dispose off my ill feelings, as I knew my ill feelings had nowhere to go. It was trapped in my thoughts it was taking its control. Laughing at me. I knew I cannot take it with me, I knew fire would burn my ill feelings all away but it would take me along with its blaze. I got scared, I got ashamed. Ill feelings made me smaller and smaller as it got bigger and heavier every minute. I knew ill feeling had nothing to do with my journey towards death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style=&quot;background-color: #f3f3f3; color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt; I got ashamed, thinking why I developed it in the first place? I would have to go through the fire to get my ill feelings to its home. My ill feelings got taller than me looking on me and smiling. I could see victory in its eyes. It felt happy, as it knew that I wasn’t going to the earth where good feelings lived in form of flesh, in form of heart. I had tears in my eyes. I felt I was losing. Losing with things that I developed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still had some hopes looking for the answer. My eyes looked everywhere. It looked right and left, up and down. It looked up again. I felt I found my answer. Indeed I found my answer. I knew my ill feelings could go up in the sky in form of stars, which would twinkle in the dark. Show right direction to people who have lost their way, their way back to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled as I found good place for my ill feelings to be. Its home, its authoritative position up in the sky. It was now time to get organised. It was the time to break my ill feelings into small bits. So small that it was easier to fly up in the sky. I knew I needed help, as it was difficult to break my ill feelings into small bits. It stood tall, heavy, big.&lt;br /&gt;
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I noticed my ill feelings got numb. It stood there weak. It knew what I had in my mind. It knew it had to go, as it cannot travel any further with me. As it wasn’t recognised where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was still looking around for help. I heard something. It was power inside me called Will which stood up slowly but firmly and said it was happy to help me but only if I agreed to do it in its own way. I was happy I had help so I asked what was its way? It said I would have to smile on every attempt of hitting my ill feelings to small bits. It said how difficult it would get when my will got stronger and stronger. How difficult it would get to start with and only get easier towards the end. Hearing to it I assured and promised my Will that I would smile on every attempt to break my ill feelings to bits.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I could move any further I heard a voice again. It said I could help. I was very glad with the feeling I had more support to break down ill feeling which I had build so far. It was Hope. It said it was happy to help me too but only if I did things its way. On asking it said that I will have to hold on to it very tight same time make sure I didn&#39;t lose it as it was very fragile. I knew it was very big challenge, as I had to juggle everything with smile on my face holding onto my hope firmly with my Will, which would get stronger and stronger towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was very ashamed of what I had to go through to destroy something that I couldn’t take it with me till the end. Something with no meaning or no contribution. Something I developed all these years, which couldn’t come along to my journey towards the death. I am pleased I have solution that my ill feelings had somewhere to go. Be a star up in the sky, to shine when there is complete darkness. To show direction to people who lost their journey towards death.&lt;br /&gt;
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