LMAO! Good one!
Thought for the day
by John Doe 58 Replies latest jw friends
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ataloa
Excellent post about your father, John.
And there is something satisfying in physical labor. When one exerts himself strenuously all day long and can look back at his accomplishments at the end of the day, a feeling of honor mixed with tiredness settles upon him. Modern society breeds all manner of mental diseases, depression, and apathy. I sometimes wonder if a slight move away from machines and hurriedness would increase our mental well being. Too many of us want things immediately, and we don't want to put effort into getting them, and many look down upon physical exertion.
Whatever my differences with dad, he was a good man, and I respect his callouses.
I really think you have something there about the mental issues.
Every spring I get blisters on my hands and feel ashamed; I vow to never go through another winter not doing enough work to keep my calluses and every year I lie. I hate those blisters - they tell on me. Calluses are, indeed, something to be respected.
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John Doe
Be glad the world does not run on the whims of the left handed. Can you imagine the ramifications of "Lefty tighty, righty loosie?"
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John Doe
"It's not the size of the dog in the fight--it's the size of the fight in the dog."
Or so says a feel good saying that attempts to mask the starkly contrasting reality of life. Why is differences in abilities so unpleasant to admit? I submit the unpleasantness stems from the collective insecurities of so many souls that are, by definition, average.
I don't care how much that chiuaua yips at me, he's going to land face down on the back wall if he doesn't conform his attitude to his size.
On a different note--how many of you have been asked for or recieved nude pictures?
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compound complex
Roberto Rossellini stated in the autobiography of his wife, Ingrid Bergman, that Francis of Assisi found joy in humility and service to his fellow man. That seems a rather broad declaration, yet the quotation below supports Rossellini's comment:
The message St. Francis taught was the message he lived. There was no disconnection between his words and his deeds, his public pronouncements and his private life. Seeing faith in action helped people believe. In this way, Francis made believers out of many. He was ready to spend himself. He wanted nothing more than to empty and humble himself in order to fulfill the duty of being compassionate towards others. While the theologians of his time worked to intellectually prove the existence of God through the logic of philosophy, St. Francis embraced the Gospel life revealed in sacred scripture and experienced the felt presence of God in every dimension of his life.
With or without holding to an exact religious philosophy, one can find a measure of happiness in cultivating such an outlook, followed up by subsequent beneficent acts toward others.
You don't even have to become a friar ...
CoCo
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John Doe
Sometimes, it's best to breath a sigh of frustration, grab a cold one, head out to the balcony, lean against the railing, sipping your cold one, and watch the sunrise beckon the day of your passed deadlines. Apathy can be a soothing elixir, even sans sleep.
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John Doe
Sometimes I sit still and listen to my heartbeat. It's a steady and comforting drum, beating from before I can remember and until I'll have long forgotten. It doesn't sit and try to remember the past. The past is the present is the future, and it just drums on. Thumb bump. Thump bump.
And even when he gets quiet and takes a quiet rest, he's still there beating away. My truest friend. My friend I treat the worst. But through it all he keeps beating. I hope he doesn't tire too soon.
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John Doe
I've often wondered why we give flowers at funerals. Aren't we just using a visual euphemism by transposing the beauty and fragrance of blooms with the ugly morbidity and defeat of death? Yet, we don't just use flower at funerals. We plant flowers on graves. Why?
I suppose some substantial symbolism belies these acts. Dirt is nothing more than death and decay of the past, intermixed with the living worms and microbes that break it down. Flowers feed on this death and decay, and become something beautiful. In essence, we all live on the death and decay of the past. When we see the cute babyish grin of a toddler, we don't often think of the terrible price paid for the creation of that grin.
Ah well, now I feel as if I'm rambling incoherrently. I've just completed 150 pages of intense study, and that seems to do such things to me.
G'night.
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compound complex
G'day J.D:
Ah well, now I feel as if I'm rambling incoherrently. I've just completed 150 pages of intense study, and that seems to do such things to me.
Your musings of the heart make perfect sense. They are universal themes felt by all but perhaps not so readily and eloquently expressed. Despite the brain fatigue you experience, your figurative heart beats true ...
Tell us more.
CoCo
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Barbie Doll
I don't want to look back on my life, it was hell. I want to look at the things today and enjoy them.
I took time out to ponder what life's all about and understand once more, all the happiness surrounding me.!
I looked at the Beautiful thing of life. There is nothing wrong in making good memories.
I feel that everybody has a purpose in life. To do something to help someone in your life.
I fulfilled my dreams and I am happy.