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I want a momet now. A momet with a cute, little blonde stripe down it’s back.
I hit rock bottom today and almost bought a journal with inspirational messages in it. You know, a leather-bound, important looking book with messages printed at the top of each page like, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.–Wayne Gretzky”, or “A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.–Francis Bacon.”
Maybe I’m jaded, but I have little patience for inspirational messages. Who has the energy for inspiration? You know what gets me motivated? Coffee. Eight hours of sleep. My wife naked. The mortgage. That’s about it.
What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple needs.
So screw you, Sir Francis Bacon. I don’t need your inspiring quips.
Now, what I do love, are misspelled inspirational messages. Like this beautiful little nugget on my coffee cup. Right on the lip of the cup, it reads, “Love the Momet.”
It’s my favorite mug. I love to…
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I like dogs. I grew up with dogs. I have very fond memories of our dogs. ❤
But inside I am a cat person. ^_^
Four people were in an airplane which was going to crash so they all had to parachute out. The problem was that there were only three parachutes so they began discussing who would get the chutes. The first man said that he ran an orphanage and that dozens of children depended on him for survival, so he took a chute and jumped out.
The second man said “I have a PhD in Nuclear Physics, Biology and Law and since I am the smartest man in the world, the world needs me,” so he jumped out.
An old retired farmer and a school girl were the two left. The old man said “You take the chute. I have lived a long and full life and I am looking forward to going to heaven.”
The school girl replied, “No need, there are still two parachutes left. The smartest man in the world just…
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Fictional, yet intensely vivid. In my mind’s eye I can see this little girl watching the world around her.
She walks like the wind and speaks like a bird. She looks timid and physically challenged, but to her she is the queen of her slums. She passes along the huts that are dripping with water from the rain last night. Ladies are sitting outside their huts on the wet ground to get some fresh air. Black smoke from some huts fills the air indicating the preparation of lunch. Everyone recognizes her and pass her an occasional greeting. Her parents named her ‘Shehzadi’ , which means ‘the queen’. She loves to play with the little plastic bag that she carries around wherever she goes. Her little frock has innumerable patches and her hands are full of broken stuff that some rich kid had thrown away in trash. Her eyes are full of hope for a better future; her heart tells her that these days won’t last long. One day she…
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“Zen is the most intimate and the most individualistic rebellion against the collective mass and its pressure.”
The world can be a harsh place. Take care of yourself. 🙂
So I think you should tread yourself like your best friend.
Do anything to make your life better for you.
Tell yourself you are beautiful every day
Tread your body right (eat healthy)
Take time for things that you like doing (reading, meeting friends)
sorround yourself with people that make you feel good
turn on music that cheers you up when you feel bad
be understanding towards your feelings and accept them
thank yourself for all the experiences that you have had
learn to accept you and your flaws
make a list of all the things that you are good at and what you like about yourself
add a new thing every day
make another list of things that you like doing like partying, taking a walk, taking a bath. Do at least one of these things every day and make yourself take these things seriously.So you have something you…
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