có lẽ, mình không làm được

:) mình những tưởng
Mình không quá lún sâu
Mình cứ nghĩ,
mình có thể bỏ chạy bất cứ lúc nào mình cảm thấy mình sắp bị tổn thương
Mình đã cho rằng
thời gian, một chút động lực có thể làm mình bình yên trở lại
Mình đã tin
đã tin...
Vào một ngày mùa thu này
chủ nhật trời nắng đẹp..
thời tiết quá đẹp cho những nỗi nhớ trong mình bùng lên.
Buồn
và chỉ muốn co vào một góc.


...đau

Great Dictionary

Wonderful Definitions

School:
A place where Papa pays and Son plays.

Life Insurance:
A contract that keeps you poor all your life so
that you can die Rich.


Nurse:
A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills.

Marriage:
It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman
gains her masters.

Divorce:
Future tense of Marriage.

Tears:
The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated by feminine
waterpower.

Lecture:
An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the
notes of the students without passing through 'the minds of either'

Conference:
The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.

Compromise:
The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got
the biggest piece.

Dictionary:
A place where success comes before work.

Conference Room:
A place where everybody talks
nobody listens and everybody
disagrees later on.

Father:
A banker provided by nature.

Criminal:
A guy no different from the rest....except that he got caught.

Boss:
Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.

Politician:
One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after.

Doctor:
A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by bills.

Classic:
Books, which people praise, but do not read.

Smile:
A curve that can set a lot of things straight.

Office:
A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.

Yawn:
The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.

Etc.:
A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.

Committee:
Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing
can be
done together.

Experience:
The name men give to their mistakes.

Atom Bomb:
An invention to end all inventions.

Philosopher:
A fool who torments himself during life, to be wise

Bonus: the monkees - daydream believer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kG34bDwJcVc

Silly Margins

Today's story was sent in by listener Yap Tat Ming. He writes:

My primary four English teacher Mrs Yeo taught me this golden rule of always drawing a one-centimetre margin on the left-hand side of my exercise book. For the longest time, I wondered about this need to waste space, as I could have written more words, saved more paper and made my exercise book last longer if not for those margins. I really believed it was a silly rule but I reluctantly drew them anyway.

Fast forward 30 years. One day as I was tidying up my house, I found my primary school exercise book. As I flipped those pages of yore, I could not help but smile. There was something special about this book that made me treasure it. It was the margins. At every margin, Mrs Yeo would pen some encouraging words like, "I am happy that your ambition is to become a teacher", "Interesting narration of a pencil-box life? love your ideas of giving birth to little baby pencils", "You are the only boy whose best friend is a girl - keep it up". Sometimes she would draw a star, a sad face, a smiley or just a simple tick to show her reaction to my statement. I noticed a few pages on which I did not draw margins; there were no remarks. How I wish I had drawn them.

I finally understood Mrs Yeo's golden rule of drawing margins. Just as I had drawn margins for her to pen remarks that I so fondly cherish, I should also draw margins in life's hectic schedule so that I can savour the process of my work. I have learned a few tricks about drawing margins in life:

Give allowance of time. Avoid tight schedules and aim to arrive early by 15 minutes or more for all activities. Too often, stress is created by my ambition to squeeze too much activity into a limited time.

Plan time for things that matter. Plan time to enjoy my hobbies, time to spend with my loved ones, time to go on a vacation and time to play my favourite sports.

Spare time for little things. Spare some time talking to a child, pouring myself a good cup of coffee, comforting someone, cleaning the toilet, learning to cook Mee Siam from Mommy, helping the old lady to cross the road, marvelling at the sunset, or just watching the street busker performing.

I thought drawing those silly margins was a waste of space and was worried that my exercise book would not last the whole year. The fact was, the margins turned out to be the highlight of my book and by the end of the year the book was only three-quarters filled. Yes, I had worried for nothing. The worth of the exercise book is not measured by its length; it is measured by its content. Likewise, time is not measured by seconds; it is measured by the moments. I shall continue to create such moments by drawing those silly margins in my life!

WRITTEN BY YAP TAT MING

Unwritten Pages

Read some good stuff and enjoy the weekend

One evening a young woman was walking alone barefoot by the ocean after the sun had set. She stopped in her path and turned so she could see the footsteps she had left in the sand. But they had already been washed away by the waves.

When she turned to continue her walk, she was startled by the sudden presence of an old woman wrapped in a blanket sitting by a fire, slowly flipping through the leaves of a leather-covered book.

The old woman said, "Sit with me, child. I have something to show you."

As the young woman sat down beside the fire, the mysterious stranger handed her the book. She curiously turned the pages one by one and was amazed to discover they contained the story of her whole life from the early days of childhood to the present.

She then came to the page telling of her encounter with the old woman on the beach, but upon turning to the next page, she found it empty. She frantically began to turn the rest of the pages in the book only to find that they, too, were all empty. In bewilderment, she looked to the old woman and pleaded with her to explain.

"Does this mean my life ends this night?"

"No, my child," answered the old woman. "It means tonight your life begins."

At that moment the old woman took the book into her own hands and began to tear out each of the pages with words, throwing them one by one into the fire until all that was left were blank pages.

"You see," she said, "just as the waves washed away your footsteps in the sand, your past is forever gone, never to return. The only moment you ever truly possess is here and now. Each new moment is the beginning of the rest of your life and is to be lived to the fullest, for you will not have a chance to live that moment a second time. Most important of all, each new day brings an opportunity to love - one that may never come to you again.

As for your future, you are free to shape it as you wish, for it has not yet been written."

Then, as mysteriously as she had appeared, the old woman stood to walk away and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

WRITTEN BY WILLIAM OAK

STORIES - Seeing Differently

Take a break and read some good stuff.

.....

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"

The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way."

What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day & I cannot see it."

Do you think the first sign & the second sign were saying the same thing? Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story:

Be thankful for what you have.

Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.

Invite the people towards good with wisdom.

Something for the V day

STORIES - The Secret of a Happy Marriage

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years.

They shared everything. They talked about everything. They kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoebox at the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.

When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totalling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents.

"When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll."

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst into tears with happiness.

"Honey," he said, "that explains the dolls, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"

"Oh," she said, "that's the money I made from selling the other dolls."

---

And the bonus:

I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.
David Bissonette


When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.
Sacha Guitry


After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.
Hemant Joshi


Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.
Dumas


The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want?
Sigmund Freud


I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.
Anonymous


"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays."
Henny Youngman



"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years."
Sam Kinison



"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage."
James Holt McGavran


"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't."
Patrick Murray



Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming
1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it,
2. Whenever you're right, shut up.
Nash

The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once...
Anonymous


You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to.
Henny Youngman




My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.
Rodney Dangerfield




A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.
Milton Berle



Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy.
Anonymous



A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine."
Anonymous



First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"
Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."

Anonymous

By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.

Socrates <- This explains why we have all the above

STORIES - Sandcastles

...and life needs to go on

A little boy is on the beach. He is painstakingly building a sandcastle. All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges.

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

Two builders of castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.

Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

"It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

So go ahead and build. But do it with a child's unburdened heart, not with a grown-up's pride, possessiveness and indignation. Enjoy the process while it lasts, don't lose sight of love and beauty along the way, and when the end comes, as it most certainly will, salute the process of Life and go home.

ADAPTED FROM A STORY BY AN UNKNOWN AUTHOR

Playing A Violin With Three Strings

STORIES - Playing A Violin With Three Strings

On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City.

Perlman was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. He walked painfully, yet majestically, until he reached his chair. Then he sat down, slowly, put his crutches on the floor, undid the clasps on his legs, tucked one foot back and extended the other foot forward. Then he bent down and picked up the violin, put it under his chin, nodded to the conductor and proceeded to play.

But just as he finished the first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it snap - it went off like gunfire across the room.

Many in the audience figured that he would have to get up and limp his way off stage to find another violin or gesture to someone to bring him another one. But he didn't. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again.

The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such power and such purity as the audience had never heard before.

You could see him modulating, changing, re-composing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made before.

When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. The crowd was on its feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything they could to show how much they appreciated what he had done.

Perlman smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet the audience, and then he said - not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone - "You know, sometimes it is the artist's task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left."

What did you leave behind?

One said the keys to living a happy and fulfilling life don't have to be learnt as we grow up. They were simply "unlearnt" as we grew up. The below is his idea and a story.

All we needed to find peace and joy in life we possessed as children. But as we grew up, the increasing demands, prejudices, and social conditioning of this world robbed us of our natural aptitude for living.

Things like faith, unconditional love, the enjoyment of simple things, an innocent playfulness - these things are gradually eroded from our consciousness until finally we lose sight of them forever. This is called adulthood.

In these days of life-altering sciences, mindless idolatry, dizzying technology, and soulless media, children are in increasing danger of losing their natural zest for life, love, and hope at an earlier age.

It has become more imperative than ever to ensure that children are allowed to develop their inherent faith and love for innocence and nature. At the same time, we should constantly and consciously strive to learn from children, the things that make their lives carefree and happy. The things we have simply forgotten.

A story by Laverne W. Hall tells of a town ravaged by a severe drought?

The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched the sky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain came.

The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the town square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring on object of faith for inspiration.

At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en masse, filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in prayerful hands ... holy books, crosses, rosaries.

When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in gratitude and praise. From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol seemed to overshadow all the others.

A small nine-year old child had brought an umbrella.

Children know that happiness, faith, and love are not to be found in objects like money, crucifixes, and expensive presents.

The amazingly simple and absolutely profound things that children are capable of are easily observable, if only you allow yourself to see them.

From Albert's

The Light That's Given Away

The Light That's Given Away

Once upon a time a man had heard, that in a foreign place, far away, there was a holy flame burning. So he got up and left his home to find the holy flame and bring some of its light back home to his house.

He thought: 'When I have this light, then I will have happiness and life and all the people I love will have it too.'

He travelled far, far away and finally found the holy flame, with which he lit his light. On his way back he had only one worry: 'That his light could go out.'

On his way home he met someone who was freezing and didn't have any fire and who begged him to give him some of his fire. The man with the light hesitated for a moment. Wasn't his light too precious, too holy to be given away for something ordinary like that? Despite these doubts, he decided to give some of his light to the one who was freezing in the darkness.

The man continued his journey home and when he had almost reached his house a terrible thunderstorm started. He tried to protect his light from the rain and the storm, but in the end his light went out.

To travel the long way back to the place where the holy flame was burning was impossible; he wouldn't have enough strength to go back that far - but he was strong enough to return to the human being whom he had helped on his way home.

.........and with his light he could light his own again.

Copy from swh

Đọc cái này thấy hay mà khá giản dị. Nhớ lại 1 lời khuyên là: Hãy đơn giản hóa cuộc sống của mình. Trong một đời người,những việc mà chúng ta cần làm rất nhiều, nhưng không thể biến tất cả chúng thành hiện thực. Nhưng tôi cho rằng làm việc không nên tham nhiều, chỉ cần làm tốt 5 việc là đủ

Việc thứ 1: Đọc kỹ một cuốn sách. Sách hay có thể làm rung động trái tim của bạn mỗi lần chỉ một cuốn là đủ.

Việc thứ 2: Nắm vững một nghề. Giỏi một nghề sẽ làm cho cuộc đời của bạn thiết thực hơn và cũng đủ để nuôi sống gia đình bạn. Đừng xem nhẹ những việc nhỏ mọn. Nhỏ nhưng độc đáo cũng trở thành có giá trị.

Việc thứ 3: Có một gia đình hòa thuận. Người xưa nói: "Tu thân, tề gia, trị quốc, bình thiên hạ". Với số đông trị quốc bình thiên hạ hơi xa xôi, nhưng xây dựng một gia đình hòa thuận là có thể làm được và hiện thực hơn rất nhiều. Gia đình là hình ảnh thu nhỏ của xã hội, nếu gia đình bạn là một thành viên tốt thì ngoài xã hội bạn không phải là người quá xấu được.

Việc thứ 4: Luôn mang những tình cảm tốt đẹp trong lòng. Chỉ cần lòng ta trong sáng thì thế giới này mãi mãi tràn ánh nắng mặt trời. Mà biện pháp duy nhất làm cho lòng được trong sáng là có một trái tim biết yêu, trong trái tim đó chỉ chứa đựng tình cảm tốt đẹp mà thôi .

Việc thứ 5: làm một người tốt. Đừng coi việc thiện nhỏ mà không làm, đừng coi việc ác nhỏ mà làm. Làm nhiều việc tốt nho nhỏ dấn dần sẽ trở thành người tốt. Thế giới này có thể không cần nhiều anh hùng, nhiều thiên tài nhưng rất cần nhiều những người tốt.

Làm tốt 5 việc bình thường trên đây, cuộc đời bạn sẽ phát ra những ánh sáng kỳ diệu. Có thể cuộc đời bạn không oanh liệt nhưng lòng bạn chân thành, tất cả những viêc cần làm bạn đã làm đủ, bạn đã sống đúng với mình, với cả thế gian này. Một cuộc đời như vậy chẳng vẹn tròn mãn nguyện lắm sao!

Điều đáng buồn

Điều đáng buồn là mình đã quyết định mọi thứ quá nhanh
Điều đáng buồn là mình đã không dám nói hết mọi chuyện trước khi bắt đầu cuộc sống mới
Điều đáng buồn là mình đã không dám đối diện với mọi chuyện, để mọi chuyện mơ hồ đến nỗi bây giờ mình vẫn không hiểu thực sự là mọi chuyện như thế nào, và mình đến bây giờ không còn đủ sức để đối diện với nó nữa
Điều đáng buồn là mình vẫn còn bị ám ảnh bởi chuyến đi đầu tiên trong đời, mọi thứ vẫn sống động trong trái tim mình
Điều đáng buồn là mình luôn thấy buồn khi nghĩ về những điều này..
Buồn.

Dau sao thi cung khong the luc nao cung vui ve dc. Nhi!

Xem lai nhung buc anh...
Tu nhien nghi linh tinh...
Nay thi minh co the ko can quan tam den chuyen nguoi ta song the nao...
Uh thi chuyen da qua, chang co gi phai nghi nhieu nua..
Nhung du sao thi van buon..
Ban minh bao, nhieu luc tao thay may suy nghi nguoi lon lam, ko fai boi khuon mat cua may, ma cach nhin ve cuoc song cua may y.
Hoi ngac nhien vi cau nhan xet do cua no, uh thi co the, vi minh biet chon cach song sao cho minh cam thay thoai mai nhat..
Nhung ko fai luc nao minh chon cung dung, ko fai luc nao minh muon chon cach nghi nay la dc. Met that!!
Minh dang an chay:-)
Cam giac thay minh vui ve hon, song co ich hon 1 chut, va minh biet, minh ko co don.:) Many thanks to my good friend.

Bat dau hoc hanh. Len cac ke hoach :D

-Hoc hanh!!! :->
-Di choi voi Ghe lom dom va Ja:">
-Len ke hoach lau dai cho moi thu.

One Rainy Day

First song: Miss you finally
2nd: That's why you go away
3rd: Boulevard of a broken dream
4th: Said I love you..but I lie
5th: Graduation.

Buon, 1 ngay buon!!!

The day!!
Chan, Buon, met!!
Suyt khoc, nhung lai ngan lai duoc, chang biet lam gi bay gio cho do buon. Muon khoc qua.:((

To My Friend...

Forwarded Email

1.To My Friends Who Are ... SINGLE

Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best.

2.To My Friends Who Are ... NOT SO SINGLE

Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person." It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.

3.To My Friends Who Are ... PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE

Never say "I love you" if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways...

4.To My Friends Who Are ... MARRIED

Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry." Not "where are you", but "I'm right here." Not "how could you", but "I understand." Not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are."

5.To My Friends Who Are ... ENGAGED

The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other.

6.To My Friends Who Are ... HEARTBROKEN

Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them .

7.To My Friends Who Are ... NAIVE

How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain.

8.To My Friends Who Are ... POSSESSIVE

It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.

9.To My Friends Who Are ... AFRAID TO CONFESS

Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you Love has no idea how you feel. . .

10.To My Friends Who Are ... STILL HOLDING ON

A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. If he/she isn't worth it now he's/She's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. Let go . . .

11.TO ALL MY FRIENDS . . .

My wish for you is a man/women whose love is honest, strong, mature, never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish.

The Next Bus

You know, love is just like someone waiting for a bus. When the bus comes, you look at it and you say to yourself "eeee...so full...cannot sit down, I'll wait for the next one."

So you let that bus go and wait for the second bus. Then the second bus comes, you look at it and you say, "eeee...this bus is so old...so shabby!" So you let that bus go and again, decide to wait for the next bus.

After a while another bus comes, it's not crowded, not old but you say, "eeee... not air-conditioned ...better wait for the next one."

So again you let the bus go and decide to wait for the next bus.Then the sky starts to get dark as it is getting late. You panic and jump immediately inside the next bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded the wrong bus!

So you wasted your time and money waiting for what you wanted Even if an air-conditioned bus comes, you can't ensure that the air-conditioned bus won't break down or whether or not the airconditioner will be too cold for you.

So people... wanting to get what you want is not wrong. But it wouldn't hurt to give other people a chance, right? If you find that the "bus" doesn't suit you, just press the red button and get off the bus (as simple as that).

Hey who said life is fair??? The best thing to do is be observant and open while you scrutinize the bus. If it doesn't suit you, get off. But you must always have an extra something which you could use for the next bus that comes.

But wait... I'm sure you've had this experience before. You saw a bus coming (the bus you want, of course), you flagged it but the driver acted as if he did not see you and zoomed past you! It just wasn't meant for you!

The bottom line is, being loved is like waiting for a bus you want. Getting on the bus and appreciating the bus by giving it a chance depends totally on you. If you haven't made a choice, WALK! Walking is like being out of love. The good side of it is you can still choose any bus you want... the rest who couldn't afford another ride would just have to be content with the bus they rode on.

One more thing.... sometimes it's better to choose a bus you are already familiar with rather than gamble with a bus that is unfamiliar to you. But then again, life wouldn't be complete without the risks involved.

But there's one bus that I forgot to tell you about - the bus that you don't have to wait for. It will just stop on its own and will ask you to come inside and take a free ride for the rest of your life.

What is Love

Time and Love
(Author: Unknown)

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.

Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.

Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

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LOVE

The Honeymoon that Never Ends by Osho LOVE IS NOT A RELATIONSHIP. Love relates, but it is not a relationship. A relationship is something finished. A relationship is a noun; the full stop has come, the honeymoon is over. Now there is no joy, no enthusiasm, now all is finished. You can carry it on, just to keep your promises. You can carry it on because it is comfortable, convenient, cozy. You can carry it on because there is nothing else to do. You can carry it on because if you disrupt it, it is going to create much trouble for you… Relationship means something complete, finished, closed. Love is never a relationship; love is relating. It is always a river, flowing, unending. Love knows no full stop; the honeymoon begins but never ends. It is not like a novel that starts at a certain point and ends at a certain point. It is an ongoing phenomenon. Lovers end, love continues– it is a continuum. It is a verb, not a noun. And why do we reduce the beauty of relating to relationship? Why are we in such a hurry? Because to relate is insecure, and relationship is a security. Relationship has a certainty; relating is just a meeting of two strangers, maybe just an overnight stay and in the morning we say goodbye. Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow? And we are so afraid that we want to make it certain, we want to make it predictable. We would like tomorrow to be according to our ideas; we don't allow it freedom to have its own say. So we immediately reduce every verb to a noun. You are in love with a woman or a man and immediately you start thinking of getting married. Make it a legal contract. Why? How does the law come into love? The law comes into love because love is not there. It is only a fantasy, and you know the fantasy will disappear. Before it disappears settle down, before it disappears do something so it becomes impossible to separate. In a better world, with more meditative people, with a little more enlightenment spread over the earth, people will love, love immensely, but their love will remain a relating not a relationship. And I am not saying that their love will be only momentary. There is every possibility their love may go deeper than your love, may have a higher quality of intimacy, may have something more of poetry and more of godliness in it. And there is every possibility their love may last longer than your so-called relationship ever lasts. But it will not be guaranteed by the law, by the court, by the policeman. The guarantee will be inner. It will be a commitment from the heart, it will be a silent communion. If you enjoy being with somebody, you would like to enjoy it more and more. If you enjoy the intimacy, you would like to explore the intimacy more and more. And there are a few flowers of love which bloom only after long intimacies. There are seasonal flowers too; within six weeks they are there, in the sun, but within six weeks again they are gone forever. There are flowers that take years to come, and there are flowers that take many years to come. The longer it takes, the deeper it goes. But it has to be a commitment from one heart to another heart. It has not even to be verbalized, because to verbalize it is to profane it. It has to be a silent commitment; eye to eye, heart to heart, being to being. It has to be understood, not said. Forget relationships and learn how to relate. Once you are in a relationship you start taking each other for granted– that's what destroys all love affairs. The woman thinks she knows the man, the man thinks he knows the woman. Nobody knows either! It is impossible to know the other, the other remains a mystery. And to take the other for granted is insulting, disrespectful. To think that you know your wife is very, very ungrateful. How can you know the woman? How can you know the man? They are processes, they are not things. The woman that you knew yesterday is not there today. So much water has gone down the Ganges; she is somebody else, totally different. Relate again, start again, don't take it for granted. And the man that you slept with last night, look at his face again in the morning. He is no more the same person, so much has changed. So much, incalculably much has changed. That is the difference between a thing and a person. The furniture in the room is the same, but the man and the woman, they are no more the same. Explore again, start again. That's what I mean by relating. Relating means you are always starting, you are continuously trying to become acquainted. Again and again, you are introducing yourself to each other. You are trying to see the many facets of the other's personality. You are trying to penetrate deeper and deeper into his realm of inner feelings, into the deep recesses of his being. You are trying to unravel a mystery which cannot be unraveled. That is the joy of love: the exploration of consciousness. And if you relate, and don't reduce it to a relationship, then the other will become a mirror to you. Exploring him, unawares you will be exploring yourself too. Getting deeper into the other, knowing his feelings, his thoughts, his deeper stirrings, you will be knowing your own deeper stirrings too. Lovers become mirrors to each other, and then love becomes a meditation. Relationship is ugly, relating is beautiful. Hence I say relate. By saying relate, I mean remain continuously on a honeymoon. Go on searching and seeking each other, finding new ways of loving each other, finding new ways of being with each other. And each person is such an infinite mystery, inexhaustible, unfathomable, that it is not possible that you can ever say, "I have known her," or, "I have known him." At the most you can say, "I have tried my best, but the mystery remains a mystery." In fact the more you know, the more mysterious the other becomes. Then love is a constant adventure. This article originally appeared in Creations, Feb./March 2002, and was reprinted with permission from Love, Freedom, and Aloneness: A New Vision of Relating, from St. Martin’s Press,2001. To listen to this and many of Osho’s talks, visit: www.osho.com/talks/audio/htm Other books by Osho are published by St. Martin’s Press and CW Daniel. There is a large selection on the Internet, or ask for Osho titles in your local bookstore. This piece was selected and reprinted as a favorite by Ray Pesonen. Ray has been with Creations in various capacities almost since we began. Besides occasionally selling ads, he has served as Senior Editor, Managing Editor from about 1994-97, and Distribution Manager. Through the years, Ray’s integrity, love and dedication not only supported Creations, but became the trademark for what we do- and how we do it. Ray lives in Hicksville and works at Trader Joe’s. Reach him at: namasteray@yahoo.com

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