When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.
If you can't fly, then run.
If you can't run, then walk.
If you can't walk, then crawl.
But whatever you do, keep moving.
I miss you when something really good happens, because you're the one I want to share it with.
I miss you when something is troubling me, because you're the one who understands me so well.
I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow, and my tears disappear.
I miss you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lay awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.
It`s funny how hello always ends with a goodbye,
it`s funny how good memories can start to make you cry.
It`s funny how forever never really seems to last,
it`s funny how much you`d lose if you forgot about your past.
It`s funny how friends can just leave you when you`re down,
it`s funny how when you need someone they`re never around.
It`s funny how people change and think they`re so much better,
it`s funny how many lies can be packed in one "love letter".
It`s funny how people forgive even though they can't forget,
it`s funny how one night can contain so much regret.
It`s funny how ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all, none of that`s funny to me.
Reiz dzīvoja puisis ar sliktu raksturu. Tēvs iedeva viņam maisu ar naglām un teica, lai puisis iedzen vienu naglu vārtu stabā ikreiz, kad zaudē pacietību vai sastrīdas ar kādu. Pirmajā dienā viņš iedzina 37 naglas vārtu stabā. Nākamajās nedēļās viņš iemācījās kontrolēt iedzīto naglu skaitu, samazinot to ar katru dienu. Viņš saprata, ka vieglāk ir kontrolēt sevi, nekā dzīt naglas.
Beidzot pienāca diena, kad puisis vārtu stabā neiedzina nevienu naglu.
Tad viņš aizgāja pie tēva, lai paziņotu viņam šo jaunumu. Tad tēvs teica puisim, lai tas izvelk vienu iedzīto naglu katru reizi, kad viņš nezaudēs pacietību. Beidzot pienāca diena, kad viņš varēja paziņot tēvam, ka izvilcis visas stabā iedzītās naglas.
Tēvs aizveda dēlu līdz vārtiem un teica: ‘’Dēls tu esi uzvedies lieliski, tomēr paskaties cik daudz caurumu ir palikuši vārtos. Vairs tie nebūs tādi paši kā agrāk. Kad tu ar kādu strīdies un sarunā nepatīkamas lietas, tu atstāj viņam tādas pašas rētas, kā tās uz vārtiem.’’
Vari ietriekt cilvēkam krūtīs nazi un pēc tam to izvilkt, bet tur vienmēr paliks rēta.
Un vairs nebūs svarīgi, cik reizes lūgsi piedošanu. Rēta paliks. Rēta, kas cirsta ar vārdiem, sāp tikpat ļoti kā fiziska rēta.
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