Life is about…

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass;

it’s about learning to dance in the rain.

It’s about removing the fear in this area of your life so you can focus on what matters most.”

 (Credit; Robbins)

Believe in yourself

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“Work hard for what you want because it won’t come to you without a fight.

You have to be strong and courageous and know that you can do anything you put your mind to.

If somebody puts you down or criticizes you, just keep on believing in yourself and turn it into something positive.”

 

( Credit; words of Leah LaBelle)

The only way we can

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The only way that we can live, is if we grow.

The only way that we can grow is if we change.

The only way that we can change is if we learn.

The only way we can learn is if we are exposed.

And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open.

Do it.Throw yourself.

( Credit; words of  C. JoyBell C.)

THROW A STONE INTO LAKE

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Between your fingers you hold a stone and throw it into flowing water. The effect might not be easy to see. There will be a small ripple where the stone breaks the surface and then a splash, muffled by the rush of the surrounding river. That’s all.
Throw a stone into a lake. The effect will be not only visible but also far more lasting. The stone will disrupt the still waters. A circle will form where the stone hit the water, and in a flash that circle will multiply into another, then another. Before long the ripples caused by one plop will expand until they can be felt everywhere along the mirrored surface of the water.

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Only when the circles reach the shore will they stop and die out.
If a stone hits a river, the river will treat it as yet another commotion in its already tumultuous course.
Nothing unusual. Nothing unmanageable.
If a stone hits a lake, however, the lake will never be the same again.

(Credit: words of Rumi).

You do not have to be good

Photo of Human Walking in the Woods during Daytime

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
( Credit― words of  Mary Oliver)