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"Depois de pararmos para pensar, pode até parecer óbvio, mas no dia-a-dia, isto escapa-nos: passado e futuro são projeções da nossa mente. Sim, por mais fortes que sejam as nossas impressões, tudo não passa de lembranças ou projeções que acumulamos aos montes na nossa mente, dando-nos a falsa sensação de que passado e futuro estão aqui, no aqui-agora, quando na verdade não estão. O pior é 
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"Uma das coisas em que habitualmente penso quando
medito um pouco sobre a vida, sobre o que quero para 
a frente, o que me faz correr da maneira como corro, 
é precisamente isto.

Qual é a melhor versão de mim?

– Como líder?
– Como profissional?
– Como marido/mulher?
– Como pai/mãe?
– Como colega?
– Como amigo/a?

Poderá pensar: mas porque é que isto importa?

Aquilo a que eu chamo a 
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"Conheça as 4 principais motivações para dar:

Qualquer razão é boa para dar, e cada quadrante encerra diferentes motivações, objectivos e benefícios.
O Quadrante 1 é o do dar sem pedir retorno. Sabemos hoje que a generosidade compensa por si própria!




Segundo um recente artigo da revista Visão, ter comportamentos e gestos solidários acciona os circuitos de recompensa do cérebro 
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"Não me lembro da citação exacta, mas Albert Einstein disse uma vez que “Loucura é fazer a mesma coisa e esperar um resultado diferente.”

No entanto, é isso que acabamos por fazer durante a maior parte das nossas vidas. Criamos uma zona de conforto e começamos a ficar mais reservados em relação a sair dela.

A maioria de nós vive dentro da sua bolha, um lugar seguro e saudável, e enquanto 
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Não vou desejar que este ano encontres paz e felicidade permanentes. 

Não vou desejar que superes todas as tuas metas e venças todos os desafios, encontres alegria no amor, fiques rico e sejas sempre a pessoa mais linda e simpática do planeta (mas vou desejar saúde. Porque com saúde não se brinca).



Não vou desejar que 2012 seja o melhor ano de todos os anos da tua vida.365 dias é muito 
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“É preciso esvaziarmo-nos para nos podermos encher de novo, como diz Krishnamurti. Uma taça é útil apenas quando se encontra vazia. Não faz qualquer sentido uma taça cheia porque assim nada lhe podemos acrescentar. É preciso aprender a esvaziar-se para poder dar.
Esta é a nossa vida. Teremos de aprender a desfazer-nos do conteúdo da taça para poder enchê-la de novo. A nossa vida torna-se 
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"Eu queria sentir-me mais tranquila, equilibrada, feliz e, com isso, lidar melhor com os problemas que aparecem no dia-a-dia. Eu sabia que se conseguisse manter-me serena, teria mais condições de transformar os difíceis momentos de angústia. Para atingir esse objetivo, resolvi testar a técnica havaiana chamada Ho'oponopono. Muitos consideram um milagre, mas na verdade os resultados só 
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"Jim Rohn falava com frequência na fórmula para o sucesso. Impressionado pela sua simplicidade, bem como pelo seu brilhantismo, tenho alguma dificuldade em falar em público sem a referir.







Uma das questões mais básicas do sucesso prende-se com a nossa capacidade de agir. Até que levantemos o rabo da cadeira e façamos qualquer coisa nada vai acontecer.







Nas palavras de Jim Rohn 
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Perguntaram a Mahatma Gandhi quais são os fatores que destroem os seres humanos. 



Ele respondeu:



A Política, sem princípios; o Prazer, sem compromisso; a Riqueza, sem trabalho; a   Sabedoria, sem carácter; os negócios, sem moral; a Ciência, sem humanidade; a Oração, sem caridade.



A vida me ensinou que as pessoas são amigáveis, se eu sou amável,



que as pessoas são tristes, se 
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"Queixamo-nos que não temos tempo, que o tempo passa cada vez mais depressa e até dizemos que o dia devia ter mais horas. Por outro lado, não entendemos porque é que algumas pessoas têm tempo para tudo e nós não. A questão não está na quantidade de tempo que temos para utilizar, porque todos temos este recurso na mesma quantidade (24h/dia, nem mais, nem menos), mas sim na forma como o gerimos
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"Roberto é um veterano da Guerra das Malvinas que vive recluso em sua casa há vinte anos e coleciona manias. Jun é um chinês que apareceu na vida de Roberto depois de ser roubado e arremessado de um taxi em Buenos Aires. Roberto não fala chinês e Jun não fala espanhol. Apesar das diferenças e dificuldades Roberto e Jun descobrirão o real motivo deste encontro inusitado: uma vaca que caiu do céu.
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"Uma das nossas necessidades mais essenciais é a segurança. Queremos segurança financeira, segurança para poder andar na rua, segurança nos relacionamentos, segurança no trabalho, segurança no trânsito, e por aí vai. É uma necessidade real e válida. Em nome da segurança construímos casas e moramos dentro delas, e nelas colocamos tudo aquilo que queremos proteger: a nossa família, o nosso 
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"É verdade que o mais difícil é começar. Promete a ti mesmo que vais fazer só 10 minutos daquilo que planeaste fazer; verás que passados os 10 minutos é bastante fácil continuar.Se decides que no teu primeiro dia de ginásio vais ficar lá duas horas e rodar as máquinas todas e ainda fazer uma aula de ciclismo, então estás a planear fracassar.Mas se decidires que só vais fazer 10 minutos de 
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"Se colocarmos um ponto no centro de uma folha de papel e perguntarmos para as pessoas o que elas vêem, a maior parte delas dirá que está vendo um ponto. 
A verdade é que 99% da folha é branca, mas as pessoas não notam isso, elas vão comentar sobre o pequeno ponto. 
Nós temos o hábito de ver as pessoas assim. 
99% de uma pessoa é positiva, mas ela tem uma pequena fraqueza e é em relação a isso 
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em "O Livro de Mirdad", de Mikhail Naimy
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Os porcos-espinhos, percebendo a situação, resolveram se juntar em grupos, assim se agasalhavam e se protegiam mutuamente, mas os espinhos de cada um feriam os companheiros mais próximos, justamente os que ofereciam mais calor.

Por isso decidiram se afastar uns dos outros e começaram de novo a morrer congelados.

Então precisaram 
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COMENTA!:)﻿
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Pode parecer paradoxal, mas já reparou como geralmente aquilo que mais reclamamos, é justamente o que costuma repetir-se nas nossas vidas? Pode ser o hábito irritante de alguém, um tipo de inconveniente que nos acontece com frequência ou mesmo a reação das pessoas a nós.


De facto, aquilo que prestamos mais atenção é o que se expande, assim como o que mais resistimos é o que persiste. É tal 
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"Mais uma vez quero falar a respeito do medo, este sentimento, que pra mim, é o pior que alguém pode sentir.
E porque eu acho isso?
Eu acredito que na vida, a gente deve agir, fazer, mover. Acredito que se ficarmos parados as coisas não acontecem, ou até acontecem, mas a gente que não vive.Acho que uma das coisas mais importantes que a humanidade precisa aprender é a agir e não simplesmente 
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" Receba com muita amizade mais um Desafio que a (o) animo a perseguir e superar, não só nesta semana, mas durante toda a sua vida.

Esta vai ser a semana em que vai esforçar-se por ficar a saber o maior número de sonhos das pessoas com quem se relaciona. 

Depois disso, sempre que encontrar a pessoa, lembre-lhe o sonho.

Exemplos:
- se um amigo é apaixonado por uma determinada mota, quando o 
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Como nas empresas, nos relacionamentos, com os nossos amigos e conhecidos, há sinais que indicam o que vai acontecer e muitas vezes temos medo de olhar para esses sinais.
Quando vês alguém a deixar de aparecer sem razão, já sabes que isso vai dar em separação.
Quando vês 
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Um lisboeta vai ao consultório de um conhecido psicólogo e diz-lhe:

- Todas as vezes que estou na cama, acho que está alguém debaixo da cama.
Nessa altura eu vou para baixo da cama para ver, e acho que há alguém em cima da cama. Para baixo, para 
cima, para baixo, para cima.
Estou a ficar maluco, doutor!
- Deixe-me tratar de si durante dois anos - diz o psicólogo. Venha três vezes por semana, e
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"Um orador fala do poder do pensamento positivo e das palavras.
Um participante levanta a mão e diz:"Não é porque eu vou dizer felicidade, felicidade, felicidade! que me irei sentir melhor e não é porque eu vou dizer desgraça, desgraça, desgraça! que me irei sentir menos bem: não são mais que palavras. As palavras são isso mesmo, sem poder..."
O orador responde:"Cale-se, seu idiota, é incapaz 
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“A pessoa que vem é a pessoa certa”.Significa que ninguém está na nossa vida por acaso. Todas as pessoas ao nosso redor estão interagindo connosco. Há sempre algo que nos faz aprender e avançar em cada situação.
“Aconteceu a única coisa que poderia ter acontecido”.Nada, nada, absolutamente nada do que acontece nas nossas vidas poderia ter sido de outra forma. Mesmo o menor detalhe. Não há nenhum
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