The Sound of Silence

If life were a sprint, you could run it with your conscious mind. But life is not a sprint; it’s a marathon. It’s not a matter of the first, second or even third step you take. There are thousands of steps that follow when you work toward your goals, and each one gives you the opportunity to get off course and lose your way. Whether you stay on the right path or get distracted is a question of how you’ve programmed your subconscious mind. One of the best ways to program yourself is through repetition—reminding your subconscious of your biggest dreams every day. It’s the same reason you want to keep yourself in the company of positive people: You need to avoid the temptations that can lead you astray. Life is not a sprint; it’s a marathon . It’s not enough to just make a picture of your dream life. Once you have your picture, immerse yourself in it. This is the lesson adapted from the text of SUCCESS for Teens: Real Teens ...

Let me tell you the story, Of a girl no one really knew, She turned her back, And only loved few, Who could blame her, For the things she had felt, I fear there is no cure, Her smile can brighten the day, But her tears erode the ground beneath them, Her heart is an empty bay, No purpose, No soul, I fear her thoughts Are taking a toll You can hear her cries, Look into her eyes, You can see every second Part of her dies, I fear, I fear, She may take herself away, Tomorrow, Today, Someday

زندگی دکھ سکھ کا سنگم ہے۔ یہاں خوشیاں اور غم  آنکھ مچولی کھیلتے ہی رہتے ہیں۔ کبھی مسائل اور پریشانیوں کی تپش زندگی کو خون کی تپتی ویران دوپہروں جیسا بنا دیتی ہے تو کبھی خوشی کی تتلی من آنگن میں جب اپنے حسین پر پھیلاتی ہے تو سارے موسم، سارے منظر، سارے رنگ، دلکش، دلربا اور خوبصورت لگنے لگتے ہیں لیکن کیسی حیرت کی بات ہے، ہم تتلی کے دلکش رنگوں جیسے تمام خوشگوار لمحوں کو بھول جاتے ہیں۔ ہمیں خوشی کی تتلی مُٹھی میں کرنے کا ہُنر نہیں آتا۔ ہمیں تو بس ایک ہی فن آتا ہے… اپنی افسردگی کو اشتہار بنا لینے کا فن، اپنے دُکھوں کی پبلسٹی کرنے کا فن۔ اپنی محرومیوں پر شکوہ کُناں رہنے کا ہُنر۔ ہم اپنے ساتھ ہمیشہ ایک چھوٹا سا تھیلا رکھتے ہیں۔ جس میں ہم یاد سے، احتیاط سے، اپنے دکھوں، تکلیفوں، محرومیوں اور مسائل کو ایک ایک کرکے جمع کرتے رہتے اور پھر گاہے گاہے اس تھیلے میں سے کسی محرومی، کسی تکلیف یا کسی دُکھ کو نکالتے ہیں۔ جی بھر کر خود کو اور دوسروں کو آزردہ کرتے ہیں۔ ہم اپنے ذہن کے کمپیوٹر میں ایک فولڈر بنا لیتے ہیں اور اس کا نام رکھتے ہیں، شکایات ۔ اس فولڈر کے اندر موجود ساری فائل...

There are many ways to manage stress but without a solid spiritual connection, those ways are just surface fixes. You must know who you are, and what your life is about to live a life of ease and peace. As a mother, you give and give. You are the caretaker of those around you and while this can be extremely satisfying, it can also deplete you. When you become so busy that you make compromises of yourself, your very nature, you begin to erode that which you bring to others–your love, your beauty, your excitement. It is as if you have spiritual credit card debt. And, as you can imagine, spiritual credit card debt is stressful. Stress is a cycle which move from stressor to stress response back to stressor. If you stay connected with self, God and Nature, the stress cycle never gains momentum. You make choices which nourish you, you receive strength from the Universe, and you rarely get so busy that you can’t remember why you are doing all your activities. Spiritual Ways to Manage Stress ...

He'll love you once You'll love him forever He'll hold your heart, but won't care to fix the cracks You'll cherish his heart and keep it close He'll break you but you will love him anyway He'll walk away You'll stay He'll move to the future You'll stay in the past He'll make new memories You'll still live in the old He'll drop your heart and it will shatter You'll pick up the pieces and try to place them together He'll find someone new You'll cage your broken heart and keep it hidden forever He won't love you But you 'll love him anyway . . .

Someday, he said Somehow, he lead But after a while it was dead after a while he felt the dread there was no one to dry his eyes or listen to his cries he had made the mistake and had thought her heart couldn't break so now he sits in dispair not wanting to breath air As she lives her life better and knows he won't get her Author Notes: To all those girls/boys who have that one nagging ex on their heels, you've got the world in your hands, they're just trying to split it in half. Be strong!

I can't remember your face. Maybe because I don't recall it. Did you get replaced? Are you the same misfit? Who are you right now? Your words don't fit like they did. I have mistaken it somehow. Are you off the grid? Picture doesn't match you anymore. Could it be that you have changed. No, I could have swore... Am I starting to get deranged? Is it possible that you have forgot? Because you are acting like you're in bliss. Don't be so nonchalant. Don't let it be dismiss Years have gone by like it's supposed to. So why are you being unreasonable. You said you would see this through. We know it can be achievable. But why do you keep staring in the mirror. Maybe it is time to question, it is overdue. We need to think clearer... Who are you?

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!" He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can...

The relentless rain and powerful winds prove too much for me to resist. I step outside to see God’s work up close. The carport gives me shelter from the storm. A very young walnut tree sways back and forth. The winds so strong it looks like it will snap or uproot any second. Even when pushed to the limit, it “gives in” to the wind and effortlessly moves with it. The young tree is the product of a much older walnut tree standing tall right beside it. Amongst ferocious winds, the older tree hardly moves at all. I awake the next morning to silence. The storm has passed. I step outside to my familiar spot under the carport and I see something that puzzles me. The young walnut tree stands tall while the much older walnut tree lays flat. Its mighty roots plucked from the earth. “How did that happen?” The young, “weaker” tree lives to see another day; while the older, “stronger” tree lives no more. My, how my God loves and knows me. He lo...