It is not happy people who are thankful, but thankful people who are happy.
The little tramp, Charlie Chaplin. Making viewers smile and laugh with a clumsy disposition and a funny walk for years to come. What a genius.
Children laugh about 400 times a day, adults laugh less than 10. There is something wrong with this ratio. Imagine living in a world where every person, big or small, child or adult laughed an average of 400 times a day. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful place to live?
Take some time today to stop and laugh. Take some time to think about something funny a loved one did, a childhood memory of your most infamous prank, or simply Google a cat video. Whatever it is that makes you smile. Stop and spend some time doing that today. See what happens to those around you when you begin an impromptu laughing fit… are they laughing at you? Maybe… But they are laughing so your job here is complete.
I’m a Taurus. Big surprise there, is anyone shocked about this revelation? No, probably not. I am loud and creative, loyal and honest. But I am also stubborn as fuck. My way is usually the right way. Every time. Even when I am not right, I’m right. Yup. Stubborn and bull headed, always have been.
Recently, I have been teaching myself to listen more. Even if I don’t agree. It is amazing what you can learn if you just shut the fuck up for a second and listen to, or even consider someone else’s opinion. I have given up arguing and debating my peers and loved ones. Because no one else cares if you’re right but you. Right?
You can still be right, by letting someone else feel as though they are. Try it
Today Is The Day You Change Your Life
Sit with it. Some times life hands you a gift, good or bad, it is a gift. And what you decide to do with that gift is up to you.
So sit with it. Meditate. Go for a walk. The answer is staring you in the face. Just reach out and grab it.
Earlier this week Meghan Telpner shared her creed on her blog, “Weird over boring. “ I love this.
In high school I was pretty odd. We didn’t have much money so I wore weird, second hand clothes, some of which I made myself. I had horrible acne, frizzy hair, read a lot of books, and wrote poetry. I was shy and kept to myself. I was too nervous to say how I really felt about anything for fear that my views would come off as weird or strange. I didn’t need to give the kids any ammo. I knew how they felt about me. Being the real me would just make matters worse. I had a couple good girlfriends, but for the most part, people just thought I was “weird.” My family confirmed this accusation. My sisters were just as weird as I, and my parents… well let’s just say, having your mom show up to collect you from a party, with the fury of a bull was far from “cool”.
But what is cool really? When I was younger, cool was the group of girls you remember from high school all wearing the same outfit, walking, talking and smelling the same way. But as I developed into who I am now, I realized this was not true. Cool is the strong female in her daring outfit, with the awesome personality and the ability to do what she wants, when she wants and not give a damn what anyone else thinks. Do people think she is weird, probably. But I would much rather be that woman… wouldn’t you? To me, that woman is my mom. What a fireball. This woman does not care about what anyone thinks. She just does, says, and dances to disco with her kids, the way she wants. It is her life, and you are just passing through. I always admired this. I remember my mother consoling me after a boy broke my heart and saying, “one day, someone will just see the smart, beautiful girl I see, and he will love each quirky thing about you.”
About 5 years ago (wow, how time flies) I decided, that I was sick of shoving who I really was, to the back of my mind. I love to paint, and wear colourful and unique clothing. I love to play Abba and jump on my bed in the morning, and then chill out and write with Jim Morrison serenading my every thought. I love to dance in the street for no reason other than the fact the song playing in my headphones is so friggen good that I can’t help myself. I LOVE to talk to strangers, the stranger the better. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than just taking off on an unplanned adventure, without preparation or plan.
5 years ago I made a vow to myself that I would be as far out of my comfort zone as possible 98% of the time. The day I made this promise was the day I started to live my life.
Are you living the most satisfying, full life you possibly can? Have you made a promise to yourself lately?
Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. This show clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness – Lao Tzu
Isn’t it the truth!?
Life is so much brighter when we focus on what really matters…
you are the cosmos
I am strong because I’ve been weak.
I am fearless because I’ve been afraid.
I am wise because I’ve been foolish.
You are confined only by the walls you build yourself
Like is like a box of chocolates.. after a run
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The most important thing in life is to be yourself.
I have a bone to pick with your boner. Yes that organ that you believe you can just whip out, and send girls falling to their knees. That small head that although anatomically impossible, seems to have more influence over your behaviour than your actual brain. Can’t I just be your friend without having you force your tongue down my throat or shove your dick in my face? Why can’t I just sit and drink my sangria and chat with you, then take a delightfully intoxicated walk home?
NOPE, the answer is no, men and women cannot just be friends. Well, they can… But they simply cannot be left alone, unless both of you are attached and you’re shopping for the one of your significant other’s ring…
If he is your friend, your life long pal, the big bro you never had, or who you turn to for relationship advice, guess what? He wants to fuck you. Well, unless you’re a Shrek, then he really just loves staring at your ass, or your tits; whatever feature on you is appealing to him. He’s a dude, it’s not his fault… blame his penis.
In the majority of opposite-sex friendships there’s at least a low level of attraction. And if it’s coming more from one friend than the other, it’s probably the guy. Let’s face it, he has many friends, he probably doesn’t need another, and if he does… I am sure he doesn’t need it to be a chick. There are two main differences between you and his guy pals. 1) You are far less interesting to be around 2) He can’t sleep with his man pals, no matter how deep the bromance. Put two and two together… it’s only a matter of time before you bump uglies.
So, ladies would you stop trying to be friends with men, then getting upset when they make a move on you?
Don’t believe me? Here’s proof, it’s hilarious to see the distinction between the sexes. Except that we (women) look like clueless assholes…
Mosquitoes remind us that we are not as high up on the food chain as we think