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Story of Two Tears Drop

Here’s a story I came across on the internet and I’d love you to read it. Two little tear drops were floating down the river of life. One drop said to the other, "I am the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him." Who are you? "Well, I am the teardrop of the girl who won him."  Now, here's the main gist; Love is very strange. Love is unconditional commitment to an imperfect individual. You need it but when you love, it's like destining yourself for pain. You become addicted and dependent on the person. You become strong and at the same time, you open yourself up to being hurt. Love can make you bear any kind of pain and any kind of sacrifice. It can also make you feel stupid and act stupidly. Sometimes when you love and end up giving so much of yourself, subconsciously you only discover how much you've given when the person you love hurts you or has to say goodbye. Then you realize, an important part of yourself is already with that person. It g...

Alfred Nobel: How Would You Be Remembered?

A bout a hundred years ago, a man looked at the morning newspaper and to his surprise and horror, read his name in the obituary column. The newspapers had reported the death of the wrong person by mistake. His first response was shock. Am I here or there?  When he regained his composure, his second thought was to find out what people had said about him. The obituary read, "Dynamite King Dies." And also "He was the merchant of death." This man was the inventor of dynamite and when he read the words "merchant of death," he asked himself a question, "Is this how I am going to be remembered?"  He got in touch with his feelings and decided that this was not the way he wanted to be remembered. From that day on, he started working toward peace. His name was Alfred Nobel and he is remembered today by the great Nobel Prize. Just as Alfred Nobel got in touch with his feelings and redefined his values, we should step back and do the same. What is your lega...

The Eagle's Path To Change

T his is a story of an Eagle. Did you know that an Eagle can live up to 70 years? But to reach this age, the eagle has to take a critical decision. In its 40 th year, its long and flexible talons can no longer grab preys. Its long and sharp beak is bent, making it difficult to pick food. Its heavy winds, due to thickened feathers, make it difficult to fly. With that, the Eagle is left with two options. The first option is to wither and die. While the second option is to go through a painful process of CHANGE which would last for 150days in order to survive. The painful process of CHANGE requires the Eagle to build a nest at the top of a mountain.   There the Eagle knocks its beak against the rocks until it is plucked out. Then the Eagle waits till a new beak grows, and will pluck it’s talons with the new beak. Once new talons are developed, the Eagle will then pluck it’s aged and heavy feathers. The Eagle will wait until new feathers are grown. And after completing this process,...

READ! Story Of The Wood Cutter

O nce upon a time, a very strong woodcutter asked for a job in a timber merchant and he got it. The pay was really good and all he needed to do was to cut as many trees as possible for timber. For those reasons, the woodcutter was determined to do his best. His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he supposed to work. The first day, the woodcutter was able to cut down 18 trees. “Congratulations,” the boss said. “Go on that way!” Very motivated by the boss words, the woodcutter tried harder the next day, but he was able to cut only 15 trees. The third day he tried even harder, but made way with only 10 trees. Day after day he was bringing less and less trees. “I must be losing my strength”, the woodcutter thought. He went to the boss and apologized, saying that he could not understand what was going on. “When was the last time you sharpened your axe?” the boss asked. “Sharpen? I had no time to sharpen my axe. I have been very busy trying to cut trees…” Reflection: Our live...