by Paulo Coelho

What is fear? (by Benedict)

Contrary to what we believe, fear does not arise because we feel utterly alone. If we were totally alone there wouldn’t be anything to fear.

Actually fear comes from the fact that we imagine there are forces ready to attack us, things that escape from our power to understand.

Our fear arises from what we can’t grasp. What we don’t understand is actually what fills us with dread.
The moment we realize that things that go beyond our knowledge are not harmful, then the object of fear disappears.

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by Paulo Coelho

An old blackbird found a piece of bread and flew off with it. When they saw this, the younger birds pursued him in order to attack.

Confronted by imminent battle, the blackbird dropped the piece of bread into the mouth of a snake, thinking to himself:

‘When you’re old, you see things differently. I lost a meal, it’s true, but I can always find another piece of bread tomorrow.
“However, if I had hung on to it, I would have started a war in the skies; the winner would become the object of envy, the others would gang up on him, hatred would fill the hearts of birds and it could all go on for years.

“That is the wisdom of old age: knowing how to exchange immediate victories for lasting conquests.’

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♥New idea♥

Это были два наипрекраснейших дня!
土曜日と日曜日は楽しいでした！

Выходные без работы! ммм...
仕事をしませんでした！　＾＿＾

Единственное, что напрягает, это то - что щас над делать домашку.
でも、今は宿題をしてますけど。。

Завтра урок японского.
明日は日本語のレッスンですから。

I decided to have a multilingual diary. Let's see how it works..
Although I couldn't come up with a good idea, so this post is about nothing.
That's why I am attaching the photo. ^___^

P.S. Kaip aš galėjau pamiršti apie lietuvių kalbą???

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почему иногда возникает ощущение, что не я управляю компом, а комп - мной?

О_о

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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ах еслиб кто знал, как мне всё лееееееень...................

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время жить

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Life is short. Kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly (c) P.Coelho

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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о поговорках.

"You will kill two birds with one stone" - пока русские бегают за зайцами - англичане убивают птичек

ну и какой народ теперь жестокий?

upd. ах да, русские все-таки одним выстрелом двух зайцев убивают....

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Новый диз.

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You don't need to justify or explain your dreams. They belong to you. (с)

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Agustin Barrios

Божественно

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Неплохой такой сериал -)))

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Every day Nasrudin went to beg for alms in the market, and people used to make fun of him by playing the following trick: they would show him two coins, one worth ten times more than the other, and Nasrudin would always choose the smaller coin.

The story went round the whole province.
Day after day, groups of men and women would show him the two coins, and Nasrudin would always choose the smaller one.

Then one day, a generous man, tired of seeing Nasrudin ridiculed in this fashion, beckoned him over to a corner of the square and said:

‘When they offer you two coins, you should choose the larger one. That way you would earn more money and people wouldn’t consider you an idiot.’

‘That sounds like good advice,’ replied Nasrudin, ‘but if I chose the larger coin, people would stop offering me money, because they like to believe that I am even more stupid than they are. You’ve no idea how much money I’ve earned using this trick.

“There’s nothing wrong with looking like a fool if, in fact, you’re being really clever.’

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20 SEC READING: The place we desire - by Paulo Coelho

A friend came to wait on our table – at a café in San Diego, California.

I had met Cláudia in Brazil four years previously, and tell my friends about her life in the USA: she only sleeps for three hours, since she works in this café till late, and is a babysitter throughout the day.

"I don’t know how she can stand it," one of them says.

"There’s a Buddhist story about a turtle," replies an Argentinian woman at our table.

"The turtle was crossing a swamp, covered in mud, when it passed a temple. There it saw the shell of another turtle – all adorned with gold and precious stones.

"I don’t envy you, ancient friend," thought the turtle. "You’re covered in jewels, but I’m doing what I want."

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by Paulo Coelho

The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.

The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.

And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.

When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.

And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons

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I'm sooo JAZZy! And I love my life, no matter what.

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22.02.2011 в 01:46

Пишет  [my.S.E.go.XY]:

Недавно в кафе пила чай, и когда внимательнее рассмотрела фантик от сахара - увидела ФЭЙЛ!



Написано "Спасибо" на разных языках, и "Добрый день" на японском ))))



Вильнюс, Литва.

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СТРАШНО.
Страшно платить большие деньги через интернет..
Еще пока не уплыли(( но завтра уплывут..
Хочется верить, что они доплывут до правильного назначения и я получу подтверждение))