17 posts tagged “love”

Some say love is letting go while for some, its holding on. Still, so many do not actually knows what it really is. But for me, this picture I got from Glassnost Mushtalk says it all. 

Love

I found a very nice story that I think should be posted for everyone to read and learn from. This is very good, especially that the Lenten Season is just around the corner. I hope you will like it the way I did.....

Tree

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree.


  A little boy loved to come and play around it every day.


He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...


He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.


Time went by...the little boy had grown up,


And he no longer played around the tree every day.


One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.


'Come and play with me,' the tree asked the boy.


'I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees anymore'
 The boy replied.


'I want toys. I need money to buy them.'


'Sorry, but I do not have money...


But you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.


The boy was so excited.



He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.


The boy never came back after he picked the apples.


The tree was sad.


One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned


And the tree was excited 'Come and play with me' the tree said.


'I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family.


We need a house for shelter.


Can you help me?



' Sorry',



I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches
 To build your house.


' So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.


The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then.



The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day,


The man returned and the tree was delighted.

'Come and play with me!' the tree said.

'I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.


'Can you give me a boat?' 'Said the man'.


'Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.



' So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat.



He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.


Finally, the man returned after many years.


'Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore.


' No more apples for you... ', The tree said.



 'No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite ', The man replied.

'No more trunk for you to climb on'


 'I am too old for that now' the man said.


 'I really cannot give you anything...


'The only thing left is my dying root', The tree said with tears.


'I do not need much now, just a place to rest.


I am tired after all these years' the man replied.


Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest,

Come, come sit down with me and rest.



' The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...



 This is you and the tree is

  your parent. !!!!!



 Please enlighten all your friends and your families

 by telling them this story,



 'Love your Parents'

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Some people never understand

Once a lady when having a conversation with her lover, asked:

Lady :

Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?

Man :

I can t tell the reason.. but I really like you..

Lady :

You can t even tell me the reason... how can you say you like

me? How can you say you love me?

Man :

I really don t know the reason, but I can prove that I love U.

Lady :

Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend s boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!

Man :

Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful,

because your voice is sweet,

because you are caring,

because you are loving,

because you are thoughtful,

because of your smile,

because of your every movements.

The lady felt very satisfied with the man s answer.

Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and went in comma.

The Guy then placed a letter by her side,

here is the content:
Darling,Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your care and concern that I like you..Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your smile,because of your every movements that I love you..

Now can you smile? Now can you move?No, therefore I cannot love you...

If love needs a reason, like now,There is no reason for me to love you anymore.

Does love need a reason?

NO!Therefore,
I still LOVE YOU...

"True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away"

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

'Fate Determines Who Comes Into Our Lives, But Heart Determines Who Stays...'

strong foundation

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the
bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child
collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.

QUESTIONS :
1. What were the five words ?
2. What is the implication of this story?

ANSWER :
The husband just said "I am with you Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point
in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step". Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are
actually not as difficult as you think.

MORAL OF THE STORY:

This story is really worth reading. ..... Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship,
in a job or with the people we know. By this way we miss out something called L.I.F.E

Dating process:

6 weeks : I love U, I love U, I love U.
6 months : Of course I love U.
6 years : GOD, if I didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose?

Back from Work:

6 weeks : Honey, I'm home.
6 months : BACK!!
6 years : What did your mom cook for us today??

Gifts:

6 weeks : Honey, I really hope you liked the ring.
6 months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the living room.
6 years : Here's the money. Buy yourself something.

Phone Ringing:

6 weeks : Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.
6 months : Here, for you.
6 years : PHONE RINGING.

Cooking:

6 weeks : I never knew food could taste so good!
6 months : What are we having for dinner tonight?
6 years : AGAIN!!!!

Apology:

6 weeks : Honey muffin, don't you worry, Ill never hold this against you.
6 months : Watch out! Don't do it again.
6 years : What's not to understand about what I just said??

New Dress:

6 weeks : Oh my God, you look like an angel in that dress.
6 months : You bought a new dress again???
6 years : How much did THAT cost me?

Planning for Vacations:

6 weeks : How do 2 weeks in Vienna or anywhere you please sound??
6 months : What's so bad about going to Istanbul on a charter plane?
6 years : Travel? What's so bad about staying home???

TV:

6 weeks : Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?
6 months : I like this movie.
6 years : I'm going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself

Isn't it true?:D

Ice age

Let me share to you a story sent by my great friend, Shie. At first, when i saw its title ( the same title I have here), I thought its nothing but the same crap love stories that are forwarded when you have nothing to do with your time. But then, I oblige and read it. The first lines struck my heart, and even gets deeper as I read further. It is really a good story of love, unconditional love that you can rarely find nowadays between brothers and sisters. Let yourself experience this love by reading this post.... and try not reading this in the office or you get humiliated once you feel the urge to cry...

 

A Simple Story of True Love and True Care
 
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents
 plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
 
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a
 handkerchief, which all girls around   me seemed to have. So, one day I

stole 50 cents from   my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the
stolen money right away.
 
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the  wall as he held a
bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned,

too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine,

if nobody   wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"
 H e lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped
 father's hand and
 said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's
 back repeatedly.  Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother
 until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and
 scolded  my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now.
 What other embarrassing things will you be
 possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to  death, you shameless
 thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His  body was full of wounds
 from the beating but he never shed a single tear.  In the middle of the
 night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with
 his little  hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has
 happened."
 I still hate myself for not having enough courage to  admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened
yesterday.  I will never forget my brother's __expression when he protected
 me.
 
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11  years old. When my
 brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an
 upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into
 a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard,
 smoking,   packet by packet.
 
I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good
 results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is
 the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"  At that time, my
 brother walked out, he stood in front
 of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have
 read enough books."
 
Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a
 spirit so damn weak? Even if it  means I have to beg for money on the
 streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your
 study!"
 And then, he started to knock on every house in the  village to borrow
 money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face,
 and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able
 to overcome this  poverty we are experiencing."
 
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.
 Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn,   my   brother left the house
 with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my
 side of  the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting  into a
 university is not easy. I will go find a job
 and I will send money to you."
 I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried  until I lost my voice.
 That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money
 father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from

 carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to get
 to the third year of my study in the university.
 
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate  came in and told
 me,"There's a villager waiting for  you outside!" Why would there be a
 villager looking for me? I walked  out, and I saw my brother from afar. His
 whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why

 did you not tell my roommate that you are my
 brother?"
 He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What  will they think if
 they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?"   I felt
 so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept  away dirt and dust from my
 brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't care what
 people would say! You are my brother no matter what  your appearance is?"
 
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He  put it on my hair
 and said, "I saw all the girls in  town are wearing it. So, I think you
 should also have one."   I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my
  brother into my arms and cried.
 
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that
 the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.
 The house was
 scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl  in
 front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the
 house!" But she told me with a smile,"
 It was your brother who went home early to  clean the house. Didn't you see
 the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."
 I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like
 there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.
 
I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandag e   on it, "Does it
 hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the
 construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not stop
 me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my
 back on him and tears rolled down my face.
 
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years  old. After I got
 married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to
 come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the
 village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He said,
 "Sis, you just  take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom
 and dad here."
 
My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept
 the offer of being the  manager in the maintenance department. But my
 brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead
 for a start.
 One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder  repairing a cable, when he
 got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.  My husband and I visited
 him at the hospital. Looking  at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,
 "Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers  won't do
 something dangerous like that. Now look at  you, You ar suffering a serious
 injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"
 
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of
 brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and
 would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband's
 eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only
 because of me!"   "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held
 my hand.
 
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years  old. My brother was 30
 years old when he married a farmer  girl from the village. During the
 wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one
 person you respect and love the most?"
 Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My  sister." He continued
 by telling a story I could not even remember.
 
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.
 Everyday, my sister and I would  walk for 2 hours to school and back home.
 One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.
 She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When  we got home, her
hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even
 hold her chopsticks.
From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my
 sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All
 guests turned their  attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole
 life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy
 occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.
 
Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may
 think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a
 lot.
Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in some way!

 

THANKS, SHIE! 

Red rose

have you ever fellt so blank, so nothing in this life? how about the feeling of longing, at home, and finally losing the magic? I can't understand why good things can never last..........not in this life..........not in my life.......

Friends do come and go.....Some will seek for companionship, some gor laughs, and still some , for whatever purpose the 'friendship' can be worth of. Then again, 'good things never last' strikes again and their gone.

Love will find its way to your heart......Some for life, some for decades, some for years, some for months, and some.......for days.....When 'good things never last' comes, all will be taken away.

They say time heals everything. Then, why does pain stays forever? never to leave, never to let go.....Where is 'good things never last' during such time? is it because life is made to be full of pain and good things never to last? Then I must admit that this void somewhere inside of me will never be filled and will last for forever....