Alles, was ich brauchte...

It just suits me so well!

Ich bat um Kraft ...
und mir wurden Schwierigkeiten gegeben,
um mich stark zu machen.

Ich bat um Weisheit ...
und mir wurden Probleme gegeben,
um sie zu lösen und
dadurch Weisheit zu erlangen.

Ich bat um Wohlstand ...
und mir wurde ein Gehirn
und Muskelkraft gegeben, um zu arbeiten.

Ich bat um Mut...
und mir wurden Hindernisse gegeben,
um sie zu überwinden.

Ich bat um Liebe ...
und mir wurden besorgte,
unruhige Menschen mit Problemen gegeben,
um Ihnen beizustehen.

Ich bat um Entscheidungen ...
und mir wurden Gelegenheiten gegeben.

Ich bekam nichts, was ich wollte ...
Aber ich bekam alles, was ich brauchte.

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(Bulgarian translation)

Помолих за помощ..
и ми бяха дадени трудности,
които да ме направят силен.

Помолих за мъдрост...
и ми бяха дадени проблеми,
за да ги реша
и така да достигна до мъдрост.

Помолих за благополучие...
и ми бяха дадени мозък и
сила, за да работя.

Помолих за смелост...
и ми бяха дадени пречки,
за да ги преодолея.

Помолих за любов...
и ми бяха дадени угрижени,
неспокойни хора с проблеми,
за да ги подкрепям.

Помолих за решения...
и ми бяха дадени възможности.

Не получих нищо от това, което си пожелах...
но получих всичко, от което имах нужда.

Do you believe in...Mama?

A conversation between two babies in the belly of a pregnant woman.

The non-believing baby:

~ Do you believe in life after birth?

The believing baby:

~ Of course I do. It is more than clear that there is life after birth. The purpose of our stay here is to become strong enough and prepare for life.

The non-believing baby:

~ Bullshit! There couldn’t be life after birth! Can you imagine what kind of life that would be?

The believing baby:

~ Well, I am not acquainted with the details but I firmly believe that there would be more light and that we’ll be able to walk on our feet and eat with our mouths.

The non-believing baby:

~ Bullshit! It is impossible to walk on your own feet and eat with your own mouth! This is ridiculous! We have a navel string which feeds us. Listen to me: there couldn’t be life after birth because our real life – the navel string – is so short anyway…

The believing baby:

~ Nevertheless I don’t doubt that life after birth is possible. It’s just that everything will be a little more different than it is now. Just imagine…

The non-believing baby:

~ But no one has ever made it to come back after birth. Life ends with birth! In other words, life is nothing else but suffering in the darkness…

The believing baby:

~ No! I don’t know what our life would be like after birth but we will definitely meet Mama and She is going to take care of us!

The non-believing baby:

~ Mama? So, you believe that Mama really exists? And what do you think – where is She?

The believing baby:

~ She is everywhere around us, we live in Her, we are able to move and live thanks to Her; without Her we wouldn’t exist.

The non-believing baby:

~ Nonsense! I have never seen any Mama therefore it is absolutely clear that She does not exist…

The believing baby:

~ No. I cannot agree with you. Sometimes, when everything around us gets still and silent I can hear Her singing and I can feel how She caresses our world. I do believe that our real life is going to start after our birth. What about you?

-- author: (does it matter?)

ARE YOU REAL?

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."

An abstract from "The Velveteen Rabbit" by Margery Williams

One Body!

An excerpt from Mike Boyle's blog:

"Imagine you are sixteen years old and your parents give you your first car. They also give you simple instructions. There is one small hitch, you only get one car, you can never get another. Never. No trade-ins, no trade-ups. Nothing.

Ask your self how would you maintain that car? My guess is you would be meticulous. Frequent oil changes, proper fuel, etc. Now imagine if your parents also told you that none of the replacement parts for this car would ever work as well as the original parts. Not only that, the replacement parts would be expensive to install and cause you to have decreased use of your car for the rest of the cars useful life? In other words, the car would continue to run but, not at the same speed and with the efficiency you were used to.

Wow, now would we ever put a lot of time and effort into maintenance if that were the case.

After reading the above example ask yourself another question. Why is the human body different? Why do we act as if we don’t care about the one body we were given. Same deal. You only get one body. No returns or trade-ins. Sure, we can replace parts but boy it’s a lot of work and it hurts. Besides, the stuff they put in never works as well as the original “factory” parts. The replacement knee or hip doesn’t give you the same feel and performance as the original part.

Think about it. One body. You determine the mileage? You set the maintenance plan?

No refunds, no warranties, no do-overs?"

I would add: ONE MIND...as well!!!

За вярата...

Ето - аз дишам,
работя,
живея
и стихове пиша
(тъй както умея).
С живота под вежди
се гледаме строго
и боря се с него,
доколкото мога.

С живота сме в разпра,
но ти не разбирай,
че мразя живота.
Напротив, напротив! -
Дори да умирам,
живота със грубите
лапи челични
аз пак ще обичам!
Аз пак ще обичам!

Да кажем, сега ми окачат
въжето
и питат:
"Как, искаш ли час да живееш?"
Веднага ще кресна:
"Свалете!
Свалете!
По-скоро свалете
въжето, злодеи!"

За него - Живота -
направил бих всичко. -
Летял бих
със пробна машина в небето,
бих влезнал във взривна
ракета, самичък,
бих търсил
в простора
далечна
планета.

Но все пак ще чувствам
приятния гъдел,
да гледам как
горе
небето синее.
Все пак ще чувствам
приятния гъдел,
че още живея,
че още ще бъда.

Но ето, да кажем,
вий вземете, колко? -
пшеничено зърно
от моята вера,
бих ревнал тогава,
бих ревнал от болка
като ранена
в сърцето пантера.

Какво ще остане
от мене тогава? -
Миг след грабежа
ще бъда разнищен.
И още по-ясно,
и още по-право -
миг след грабежа
ще бъда аз нищо.

Може би искате
да я сразите
моята вяра
във дните честити,
моята вяра,
че утре ще бъде
живота по-хубав,
живота по-мъдър?

А как ще щурмувате, моля?
С куршуми?
Не! Неуместно!
Ресто! - Не струва! -
Тя е бронирана
здраво в гърдите
и бронебойни патрони
за нея
няма открити!
Няма открити!

--Никола Вапцаров

"БЪДИ ЗВЕЗДА ДО КРАЯ"

Господи,ти си толкова могъщ! Помогни на тези, които се нуждаят от сила на духа и вяра в доброто. Господи!

Ако сам изпаднеш в беда,
или губиш в нечестна игра,
недей, недей, недей се предава.
Попаднеш ли в нечисти ръце,
дори да чувстваш, че силни са те,
недей, нагоре не, не оставай.

Бъди звезда докрая
във ада и във рая,
бъди звезда в живота,
бъди звезда във смъртта.

Ако някой подлец отстрани
се опита до теб да върви,
недей, недей, не му позволявай.
Следвай свойта голяма мечта,
вярвай и далеч да е тя,
недей, недей, недей се предава.

Бъди звезда в простора,
сред милиони хора,
бъди звезда до края,
бъди звезда в любовта.

--Георги Станчев

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„The tragedy in life does not lie in not reaching your goals. The tragedy lies in not having a goal to reach for.

It is not a calamity to die with your dreams unfulfilled but it is a calamity not to dream.

It is not a disaster to be unable to capture your ideals but it’s a disaster to have no ideal to capture.

It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars but it is a disgrace to have no stars to reach for.”

--Benjamin E. Mayes