UNIQUE MUSINGS FOR THE THINKING HUMAN
May the Good Lord be with you in all your endeavors.
Your pal
MOHAMED
I WISH TO SHARE THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE HOPING FOR
THE BEST IN THE LIVES OF MY FRIENDS
Are we earning to pay builders and interior designers, caterers and decorators?
Whom do we want to impress with our highly inflated house properties & fat weddings?
Do you remember for more than two days what you ate at someone's marriage?
Why are we working like dogs in our prime years of life?
How many generations do we want to feed?
Most of us have two kids. Many have a single kid.
How much is the "need" and how much do we actually "want"?? Think about it.
Would our next generation be incapable to earn, that we save so much for them!?!
Can not we spare one and a half days a week for friends, family and self??
Do you spend even 5% of your monthly income for your self enjoyment? Usually...No.
Why can't we enjoy simultaneously while we earn?
Spare time to enjoy before you have slipped discs and large prostates.
We don't own properties, we just have temporary name on documents.
GOD laughs sarcastically, when someone says, "I am the owner of this land"!!
Do not judge a person only by the length of his car.
Many of our science and maths teachers were great personalities riding on scooters!!
It is not bad to be rich, but it is very unfair, to be only rich.
Let's get a LIFE, before life gets us, instead....
A lovely little girl was holding two apples with both hands.
Her mum came in and softly asked her little daughter with a smile; my sweetie,
could you give your mum one of your two apples?
The girl looked up at her mum for some seconds, then she suddenly took a
quick bite on one apple, and then quickly on the other.
The mum felt the smile on her face freeze.
She tried hard not to reveal her disappointment.
Then the little girl handed one of her bitten apples to her mum,and said:
mummy, here you are. This is the sweeter one.
No matter who you are, how experienced you are, and how
knowledgeable you think you are, always delay judgement.
Give others the privilege to explain themselves.
What you see may not be the reality. Never conclude for others.
Which is why we should never only focus on the surface and judge
others without understanding them first.
Those who like to pay the bill, do so not because they are loaded but because
they value friendship above money.
Those who take the initiative at work, do so not because they are stupid but because
they understand the concept of responsibility.
Those who apologizes first after a fight, do so not because they are wrong
but because they value the people around them.
Those who are willing to help you, do so not because they owe you any thing but because
they see you as a true friend.
Those who often text you, do so not because they have nothing better to do but
because you are in their heart.
Those who take out time to chat with you, does not mean they are jobless or less busy,
but they know the importance of keeping in touch.
One day, all of us will get separated from each other; we will miss our conversations of
everything & nothing; the dreams that we had.
Days will pass by, months, years, until this contact becomes rare...
One day our children will see our pictures and ask 'Who are these people?'
And we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say:
'IT WAS THEM THAT I HAD THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE WITH'.
Thank you for making me smile for some time in my life.
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