change urself n not anithing else

Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony.

He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need thousands of cows' skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.
Then one of his wise servant dared himself to tell the king, "Why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money ? Why don't you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet ?"

The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a "shoe" for himself.

There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story : to make this world a happy place to live, you better change yourself - your heart and not the world.

dun take it for granted

Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in a orphanage.

The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly.

"Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered.

There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls.

"Why can't I be like them?" he thought.

One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox.

He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.

"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and girls."

"That is very sad." said the little boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think we could be friends?" he said to the little boy in the sandbox.

"Sure." said the little boy.

The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy's father and whispered something into his ear.

"That would be OK," said the man.

The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said, "You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for you."

The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.

The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice,

"I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M FLYING!"

ME: sometimes we dun see wat we are blessed with..people are nv contented..wat u actualli have it may be something so common so take-it-for-granted..but it can be something so precious to some others...to all,pls be contented with wat u have..if u hav ur hands ur legs ur 5 senses..U R FORTUNATE~!

did u miss out someone....?

She was not beautiful.Nothing about her was extraordinary.Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.She grew up in a family of six.The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age.As she grew stronger, and brighter,She instilled a sort of light cheer to whomever she met.
She was not beautiful.But she made others feel beautiful about themselves.She meets a rebel boy who thinks he's all man.Befriending him, she teaches him how to read,A little boost the man needed to go to college.
They became friends fast and she fell,Fast in love with her rugged, handsome student.The "man" then finds himself in a dilemma.He soon found himself in love with a girl.A girl so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest men's head.Her hair was a halo of light around her,Her eyes the bluest blue of ocean.
Like an angel he tells his tutor, Like a beautiful angel.The girl swallows a lump at her throat .
She was not beautiful.She did not possess the heart of the one she loved.But she did not care.As long as he was happy,She would be or so she tried to.
She helped him write the most beautiful letter to his angel.All the time envisioning that it was she herself, Receiving those very letters.And so the girl helped him choose the right words,Buy the right gifts for his angel.His angel brought him much joy.And much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles.But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive.
Then one day, all hell broke loose.The angel he loved left him for another man.A richer, more successful man.The boy was stunned.He was so hurt he did not speak for days.The girl went to him.He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.He hurt and so did she.
Time went by.And so the wounds heal.The boy realizes something about his friend tutor.He never realized before.How her laughter sounded heavenly.Or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days.Or simply how beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him!
Beautiful.This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.And he began to fall.Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.
On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her.He walked to her house, nervous ad fidgeting.Running his thoughts over and over in his head.He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.He was going to tell her how wonderfully n love he was with her.He knocked.No one was home.
The next day he found out,The beautiful girl he fell in love with had brain aneurysm.That put her into a coma.The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.
One final time he got to see her.He held her hand.He stroked her hair,And he cried for this beautiful girl.He cried for he will never see her smile.Or hear her speak his name .
He cried.But it was too late.
The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out.In a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.She was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Look around you.Aren't there a lot of plain faces? Take a good look. A real good look or you might miss out On that beautiful person.
Forever.

Me: all i had to say is to LOOK ard n dun regret when it is too late~!everyone is an angel one way or another...

In Love, acceptance rather than Forgiveness

Ravindra possessed all the good traits that a guy would ask for. He was a focused, career-minded person who knew what he wanted out of his life. His life was fully planned. Studied hard at school, scored high grades, then took up engineering and excelled there too and finally got himself a decent job in reputed firm. He kept himself away from all the temptations that any guy his age would easily fall for - alcohol, cigarettes, and girls. He always behaved like a responsible person and took charge of the family matters in spite of being the youngest one in the family. A Decent guy is what every body would call him. Many even referred to him as almost perfect. Almost may be, but not perfect. He had one flaw in him. He was an egotistic man. Perhaps Ego shadows Perfection.Kaveri was herself an egotistic person; plus she was smart and stubborn. She was a born winner. She was good at everything she did, whether it was sports, college projects, dance competition, or pranks for that matter. Ashraf, Sarah, Kaveri and I became friends since the first day of college. Kaveri was rightfully chosen as the leader of the group. Kaveri played different roles at different times. Whenever there was a need she would become an Agony Aunt, a Friend, a Philosopher and often a Counselor. She always had solutions to all problems. At all times she seemed to be having complete control over her life.

Kaveri fell in love with Ravindra and both got married. Their relationship lasted for 3 years before marriage and everything seemed to be going perfectly fine. But soon after marriage Ravindra attempted to dominate the relationship. Kaveri's confidence gave birth to his insecurities and he felt a need to outsmart her on every occasion. With each passing day Ravindra's domination over Kaveri increased. Ravindra overruled every decision Kaveri took for the family. All her suggestions were turned down harshly. At first it happened with in the closed walls of their house, but then Ravindra started exhibiting his domination in front of us. He started treating her more as an assistant than as a wife. Whenever there was a get-together, Ravindra would create a scene. Kaveri didn't felt embarrassed over all this, but she was hurt. No matter what issue Ravindra chose to justify his anger, Kaveri was always able to see through them. She knew what bothered him. She tried to normalize their relationship, but more maturely she behaved more distant Ravindra became from her.

One day, we all gathered at Ashraf's place to celebrate Kaveri's recent promotion at work. It was a moment of happiness for her, but Ravindra didn't care to let it remain that way. While Ashraf, Sarah and I were engrossed in our friendly banter, we suddenly heard Ravindra yelling. He was about to hit her, but then stopped suddenly and barged out of the house. For the first time we saw tears in Kaveri's eyes. She kept looking at the door hoping Ravindra would come back, but he didn't.

Sarah escorted Kaveri to the sofa. She offered handkerchief to Kaveri, but Kaveri refused to take it. We all knew Kaveri would never take suggestions from anyone, but Sarah couldn't hold herself and began advising.
"Kavi! I think you two should go for counseling to see if there is a reason to keep this marriage together."
Kaveri didn't utter a word, but I could see she was into deep thinking.
Moments later Ashraf joined Sarah...
"Kavi, you should now accept that this relationship has no chance of survival. I know a good lawyer. You should meet him." At this Kaveri stood up and hugged both of them.
"I will leave now and don't worry about me. I will manage. I feel fortunate to have friends like you. You have always wished good things for me. But I can't take your advice."
She then looked towards me.
"Mann, drop me at my place." That was her style. She never requested or suggested, only ordered.
"Ok" I said and joined her.

I had lot of things going on in mind but I knew there was no point talking to her, she just won't listen. So I decided to keep quite.
When we reached close to her house, Kaveri looked at me.
"You have nothing to say?" she asked.
"No point in saying anything when it's not going to make a difference." I replied curtly.
"I know what I am doing Mann. Have faith in me. Things would be alright." Kaveri tried to assure me.
"What are you doing?" I asked without much interest.
"I am not quitting on my relationship. I have decided to mend it. Nurture it with the Love."
"How do you plan to do that?" I asked.
"I have already started doing what I need to do. Every time any such incident occurs, when Ravindra hurts me I just go to my room and talk to my diary. I write down what had happened, how I feel about it and in the end I start listing all the reasons that made me love him. I keep adding reasons till I convince myself that my love for him is more powerful than my anger. I go back and treat him like he has never hurt me." Kaveri seemed determined but I was skeptical about her concept.

"And you think this would change him?" I asked.
"I don't wish to change him. I have decided to accept him as he is." Kaveri replied.
"I would like to see how far this will take your relationship." I expressed my doubt.
"It's going to keep my relationship alive." Kaveri claimed.
"Then I will ask you after 5 years, whether you are happy with your relationship?"

Today after 5 years, I have realized Kaveri was right. She not only maintained the relationship but also had groomed it further. With time Ravindra came to realize the selflessness of Kaveri's love. He no longer attempts to dominate her and gives her all the respect she deserves. Ravindra changed himself and that has changed their relationship too. Their relationship could survive through the tough phase of life only because Kaveri refused to give up on it. Today they both live a happy life.

Kaveri's idea about relationship has surfaced in my mind again. She was right about relationship...
Relationship is not about finding a perfect person and then falling in love. Relationship is about accepting the person you love without judging.

Problems occur in relationship when we start judging things on right or wrong basis. Why do we need to label anything as right or wrong? Being right or wrong is just a matter of opinion and varies from person to person. Whatever makes a person uncomfortable is judged as wrong. That's not the way it has to be. If that is the case we could never guarantee whatever we do would be considered right. Can we? Then the question if the other person is right or wrong shouldn't arise.

With judgment comes disappointment as not everyone would reach up to our expectation. The disappointment then leads to pain and stress. And when we are hurt we completely forget what made us love the person in the first place. We focus only on the behavior that had caused us stress and forget everything else. We fail to realize that there's more to a person than one act of unkindness. Initially we tend to keep it to ourselves. We don't let it out nor do we forget it. We keep saying to ourselves that we are adjusting or compromising by forgiving the other person. But that we think of forgiveness says that we believe what the person did was wrong. With that labeling process, we just continue to build a perception of the other person as being wrong again and again. We keep comforting ourselves and building up anger towards the other person. Then comes a day we decide we can't take any more and we react impulsively damaging the very relationship for which we were willing to suffer. Often we damage the relationship to an extent that it becomes Irreparable. Forgiving is easier said than done.

When we accept others the way they are, we accept the fact that not always will they do things that we like. Some times they would bother us, irritate us or even hurt us. But in spite of all that if we remember they are the very people who love us then our anger would subside automatically.

In a relationship Forgiveness is not the solution, but Acceptance is! Acceptance may seem like a bitter medicine to swallow but it cures the relationship of the disease called Separation.

Me: when i read this article..dere is a strong feeling of guilt..i m sincerely sorry to those tt i had judge them b4..it is true tt it is hard to say wat is right n wat is wrong..i onli wanna tell u guys tt..b4 u wanna make a decision..make sure it is not a rash decision esp in relationships where quarrels leading to breakup occurs easily~! it is usualli too late to regret.......

shld one let go or shld another give a chance?

She looks out the large tinted window and watches the trees and bushes pass in rich green blurs as the Sun shines through the windows on the other side of the Greyhound bus. The Sun creates a glare on her window. She sees her reflection among the fingerprints and grease smudges from foreheads that had once rested against the window's coolness.

She sighs quietly and wonders to herself how this could be her. She hadn't looked like this at one time. One time she had been happy and full of life. She had been excited and eager to experience life. But now she was tired and exhausted. Now she didn't look forward to taking the challenges life presented to her everyday. She only anticipated the day she could finally lay down in her permanent resting place. Even though it felt like that day was right around the corner, she knew it was far from the near future. She knew she had many more phases of life ahead of her.

Loud eruptions of laughter echoed in her head. The Sun continued to put a glare on her window. She saw the dust floating in the air through the yellow rays. She could see his face. He had a wide grin with perfect white teeth and his eyes as blue as the sky, his hair dark brown. Even the memory of his face left her in awe. He was the handsomest man she had ever met. But the cruelest. He had been able to make her laugh until her ribs ached. But he also made her cry herself to sleep. It had turned sour, just like all of the other things in her life.

She looked into her reflection again. The cut on her lip was healing well, but it was still visible. She turned the side of her face to take a good look at the bruise on her cheekbone. That too was fading. It was fading as more distant was being put between her and her old life. She was leaving for a new life. She was ready for the next chapter.

She smiled. He was no more than a memory. A memory she tied with red ribbon and hid away from the world. She loved him still. And she would never stop loving him, but she wasn't going to give herself up to him. No one was going to own her.

The bus slowed and pulled into a service plaza. Everyone began to stir from their motionless positions and stand up. As she stood up and stretched, she could feel her spine extend - cracking as her hands reached up to the ceiling of the roof. Yawns escaped the group as they began to step off the bus and walk toward the service plaza building. The group divided; some heading for the Men's Restroom, others for the Women's Restroom, several hurried to the Burger King to get their doses of caffeine through large cups of coffee. She wandered over to a small store and looked at all of the postcards. She smiled and thought of sending one to someone. But who? Her smile stuck to her face, though the enjoyment began to slip away. She turned away from the store and went to an unfamiliar fast food area. She purchased a small Pepsi and a hot cinnamon bun with icing poured on it in an attractive way.

As she headed back to the bus, she noticed several of the other passengers making small talk, one pair even flirting. Suddenly she felt old. A heavy weight tied to her soul. She wished she'd never met him.
No, she was glad she met him. She wished she'd never fallen in love with im.
No, she was glad she was in love with him. She wished he'd been all that she wanted him to be. And he was. But she wasn't all that he wanted her to be. If she had been, he wouldn't have been so unhappy. Right?

Letting go was harder than she thought.

She got back onto the bus and walked back to her seat and ate her bun in silence. The driver was still inside the plaza building having his share of coffee. Only two others had returned to the bus. The flirters. She watched them, slowly and quietly eating her breakfast.
Let go, Alyssa. Let go...She closed her eyes and tried to forget. Just forget.
She turned back to her window and watched birds hop along the parking lot, eating all the crumbs and remains of fast meals families and couples and individuals had eaten over the day. She was intrigued by the way they moved. They had a quicker sense of danger than she had. They escaped it. She didn't.She closed her eyes again and fought the burning sensation. She felt a tear run down her face. She wiped it away and made the burning sensation go away.

Why couldn't she just let go?

ME: why do some ppl just can't let go...
and when they found out tt they still love the opp...can't just the opp forgive forget n give another chance?
i still couldn't get an answer...
ppl says over means over..but isn't it just being STUBBORN..haha..i dunno..
got a qn for everyone..wats is loving someone n wat is someone loving u n wat is loving each other?
if someone confess or u know tt he/she has feelings for u... u tink tt u dun like her.. BUT HOW DO U EXACTLY KNOW TT U DUN LIKE HER...
just wanna tell u guys...give ppl a chance..giving a chance realli means alot..love is full of miracles isn't it....
HERE i BleSs everyone's love life full of happiness n warmth~!