Nothing IS, Everything is NOT !

I thought it was important.
I felt it was important.
My gut feeling told me it is.
I really wanted to do it,
I was excited and eager for it.
But the moment never came,
The time was never right.
I had something telling me the effort was worth it!
Was it my mind after I've installed that thought into it?
Or was it something deeper, that came from the depths of my soul?
The opportunity is finally here!
Then, the time must be right!
I took the moment but much effort was needed, too much, it seems!
Everything was against me, even the weather!
Why it's so different than what I thought?
Why was I not that excited?
Melancholy takes over me and suddenly...
Everything feels so dull and boring,
Little things, big things have no meaning...
I  have lost my supreme optimist self!
I have lost my smile...
Everything is just so Not...
Everything is meaningless....
Until I write a few words ...
Maybe there is a little something that -Is
Maybe my words ARE!!!!

The unsent letter

Here, now, in this moment, we stand together, you and me.
A look from your pretty eyes, a word,
A smile from your sweet tasting lips!
I dedicate myself to this moment.
I am present here for you and, I see the beauty of life reflected through your eyes!
The joy in my heart and the love I feel for you are the manifestations of life and creation.
I see the greatness in this very moment.

I have no thoughts of the past.
I have no thoughts of the future.
I have you, I have love, I have life.
Do not let the fuzziness of this incredible manifestation of modern life, take out the beauty of this moment from us!

I just want to feel every breath I take standing next to you.
To feel you, feel the connection between us,
feel the light that fills the space in between us.
I love you, I treasure you, my sweet love.
All we have is now; all we have is a collection of moments, of you and me ...

observations

As we grow older, we rediscover ourselves
in a whole new way.

As we grow older, we find that suddenly we want
things that we have never wanted before; even though, they were always there.

As we grow older, we may redefine our selves.

We may redefine our perception of happiness.

We may find out that we've been engaged for so long in pursuing something,
just to find out it's not that a big deal and,
it does not really make us happy.

As we grow older, we find out, we are willing to do things,
we never thought we would ever want to do.

In fact, we may have defined ourselves as the kind of people who would never do this or that!

The world is no longer divided into right and wrong!

There is a whole new spectrum of gray shades!

Funny how time, people and, places, can slowly change our perception of life, partly or even fully.

Our perception of happiness, achievements, and sense of self can be entirely flipped, upside down.

We might as well, learn to love a little bit more, people for who they are,
 along with their imperfections and, judge a little bit less.

A thousand pieces

I see pieces of my heart scattered in the wind.

My heart keeps breaking into little pieces, more and more each minute.

It hurts like hell; it feels like something is biting my heart.

It feels like a monster is biting and ripping off my heart.

 Sharp pain in my chest.

A cloud of sadness I see.

My heart is falling apart; scattering into a thousand pieces.

Invisible blood dripping from my body.

bleeding on and on.

Inspirational video

This is a video about kindness and how important it is! I really liked it,hope you like it too.

JK Rowling’s Harvard Commencement Speech

A very Exquisite and inspiring speech.
To read the whole transcript of this speech ,visit: http://share.sweska.net/2010/02/27/jk-rowlings-harvard-commencement-speech/

J.K. Rowling Speaks at Harvard Commencement from Harvard Magazine on Vimeo.

Quotes from "The prophet" by Gibran Khalil Gibran

Dear readers,Here I decided this time to share with you a famous saying of the Lebanese Writer, Painter & Sculptor "Gibran Khalil Gibran" out of his book the prophet.I admire his writing and especially this one,that talks about children and their place in our lives and emphasis the fact that they are free spirits and do not belong to their parents.

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

French Version:
Une femme qui tenait un nouveau-né contre son sein dit : parle-nous des enfants.
Il dit :
Vos enfants ne sont pas vos enfants.
Ils sont les fils et les filles du désir de la Vie pour elle-même.
Ils passent par vous mais ne viennent pas de vous,
Et bien qu'ils soient avec vous, ils ne vous appartiennent pas.
Vous pouvez leur donner votre amour, mais pas vos pensées.
Car ils ont leurs propres pensées.
Vous pouvez loger leurs coprs, mais pas leurs âmes.
Car leurs âmes habitent la maison de demain, que vous ne pouvez visiter, pas même en rêve.
Vous pouvez vous efforcer d'être semblables à eux, mais ne cherchez pas à les rendre semblables à vous,
Car la vie ne revient pas en arrière et ne s'attarde pas avec le passé.
Vous êtes les arcs à partir desquels vos enfants, telles des flèches vivantes, sont lancés.
L'Archer vise la cible sur la trajectoire de l'infini, et Il vous courbe de toutes ses forces afin que les flèches soient rapides et leur portée lointaine.
Puisse votre courbure dans la main de l'Archer être pour l'allégresse,
Car de même qu'Il chérit la flèche en son envol, Il aime l'arc aussi en sa stabilité.

the work and other works can be found on: http://tyros.leb.net/gibran/index.html also in Arabic and Czech.