Love, Life, Harmony

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

this is a great anecdote but that’s the most photoshopped picture of all time. lmfao

siriuslymeg:

therothwoman:

that is fuckin animated rain what the hell

be still my heart

What is this sourced from?

aatmagaialove:

The field of experience narrowed and my awareness was drawn into a space that was smaller than an atom. It contained the life I had led on Earth. But I was not me. I was each person that I had interacted with during my life. I spent time as my father, watching myself through his eyes. I spent time as my mother, watching myself through her eyes. I spent time as every person who had been involved in my life in any way. The woman I had touched on the shoulder as she cried in the park that day. The man who had fallen off of the train as it passed by me. I was not me. I was them. I felt their reactions, registered their emotions, heard their inner thoughts.

This is how all people reacted to what I had or had not brought to their lives. The impact of how they saw me, how they reacted to me, was phenomenal. There was no way that I could ever see things the same.

I wore their skin. I thought their thoughts. I cried their tears. I felt their amazement. I was them. They would, when all was said and done, be me.

“This is what will come for every person who journeys,” the Voice advised. “No one is judged. But each soul will be given their own realizations. Each soul will learn how their presence within existence impacts existence. And this existence is God.”

~ Lauren Zimmerman

 

This world extends way beyond this ♥♥

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