>_yNa pauLeen_

iTs noT who i am From wiThin, iTs waT i do thaT deFines mE…

you wonT fiL d pLeasure of d treaSure if u wonT overCome d preSsure…

If you look carefully you will see that there is one
thing and only one thing that causes unhappiness.
The name of that thing is attachment. What is an
attachment? An emotional state of clinging caused
by the belief that without some particular thing or
some person you cannot be happy.
Again and again we need to let go…

We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
have more, but enjoy it less;
more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees, but less judgement;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicines, but less wellness.

We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space;
done larger things, but no better things.
cleared up the air, but polluted the soul;
splitted the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less;
plan more, but accomplish less.

I read of a man who stood to speak at a funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning…to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For the dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth…and now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth. For it matters not how much we owned: the cars…the house…the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our DASH

There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy drove 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally, the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail each day he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "youu have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same."

When you say things in anger, they leave two scars just like this one. You can put two knives in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I am sorry, the wound will still be there.