The Plaster of Thought-Walls: 110

 Thought: Seven Hundred Sixty-Four

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 One. People leave their motherland not because they get a better country to live in, but because they get some better people to live with. A country is how its citizens are. A smart people makes a smart country, thereby a smart lifestyle. ALWAYS! Mentality and mindset do matter! The punishment of walking on the ground when you can soar is being judged and tortured by the people who walk on the ground as they can't soar. People who can soar always seem small to the people who can't.

 Two. I swore that this time this writing would not be about you, but I need to say, even knowing that like the other times, this time you would not read it either, I could not ignore the urge of keeping you in my head. I remember repeating myself several times that it was the end, but it was just you, coming back, and I surrendered. Furthermore, I don't know if it was the mysterious look or your smile I couldn't resist. All in me, I wish you would be selfish not to admit that my body missed your eyes on me, and so far, the shiver in my skin writing this: it's always been great to have you here. It has brought me peace, taught me to stop looking back, and if today I allow myself to follow it, it is by learning from you that I should not hold myself in anything that takes me away from the inner me. I went instantly and every second you've been here just to show me that I'm much better without you. This is the real end I can't accept.

 Three. The butterfly represents the transformation and the act of renewing itself. Often there will be changes in your life that will cause fear. However, like a butterfly, you must spread your wings and exit the cocoon, that is, from your comfort zone. During the process, you will encounter difficulties that will make you stronger, also like the caterpillar, which needs to undergo several survival tests to continue with your life mission.

 Every process, change and phase you need to go through will become an apprenticeship. So, I suggest you, don't be discouraged. As transient, it is the phase you're going through, don't give up, there's a lot you see out there, and I guarantee that all the happiness in the world will one day be by your side. Strengthen yourself in the subtleties of life, on that open-sun morning from which you reassure the core of life.

 Whether in music or silence, fortify your soul, let your light pass through the entire continent of this universe. The greatest commitment to ourselves is to be true, without fear, fear or any counterpoint that distances us from our own roots.

Believe that you may be at your greatest greatness, that it is your home and be that peace that so many people find in you, you can see bliss in the mirror.

 Between the caterpillar and the butterfly for a long time; between two distinct moments, there is healing, there is love, goodness and certainty. Believe me, everything's going to be all right, anyway, only if you can manage to keep yourself alive.

 Four. That's my vibe, close your eyes, and just feel it! The wind beating in the face, the warmth of an embrace of the air, the positive vibe in the air, the winter breeze, the exaltation of love, a simple touch of the loved one, the power of a look! Feel your life deep in your heart, enjoy the lightness of life satisfaction, pour the positive mentally and run into your imaginary garden, live with the desire to want to be the best person you can be in the world, face the difficulties calmly, develop patience and wait for the right moment to act, feel your determination looking at yourself in the mirror.

 If you think, expose yourself, feel, imagine you in a field far from the city where only you and nature are, feel the emotions with a firm will, do not block your own vibe, transmit your emotions in playful words, do simple things that convey to you the feeling of being on top of a mountain or in a house in winter synchronizing the direction with the moon, love as if you were on an endless road and keep running even if you get tired.

 At the same time, know your limit in love, get to know yourself through your dreams and thoughts, taste your own pleasure. Have positivity, seek to have a more positive look at seeing the present, because no beauty is beautiful at all if we do not give her due attention.

 Nothing shines more than the vibe of your soul. Be insane, impulsive, true, intense. Cultivate life in your own way, make places special to you, appreciate essential elements in your day-to-day life, feel inner peace and energy, smile and do everything again tirelessly, just fly on the unlikely limit.

 Always dream, life is free, that's why you need to live your own way, be really happy in the authenticity and praise the ones who speak what they feel, because they themselves will be the only ones to get what they really want because they do not fear the future and value the present. That is my vibe and how I live.
 Reflection: Seven hundred sixty-seven

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 One. The truth is, I feel like my best friend left me the moment I needed her most... Because being a friend isn't just a title, it's a practice. Your friend is the one who stands by you, listens to you and dries your tears, whatever time it is.
A friend is the one who always takes a little time to cheer you up or give you a tight hug. For those who do not want your friendship, there will never be a shortage of excuses...
The day my best friend abandoned me, I learned to dry my tears and calm my heart alone. It's really bad when everyone walks away all of a sudden and you realize that your best friend has left you to please other people... Still life moves on! Depend only on yourself, many friendships will come your way if you don't lock your heart! My best friend left me for some people she had just met. At first, I thought it meant I had no value. Then I realized it had nothing to do with me, rather it was some instinct she already had that I had never noticed earlier.
If your best friend has left you for someone else, I want you to know that you're not alone. Unfortunately, there are a lot of good people in this world who trust people who have never deserved any trust...
The lesson is difficult, but over time you learn to think twice before handing your pure heart into the hand of someone who is not rooting for your happiness. Cultivate self-love and always repeat to the mirror: "You are amazing!" Being aware of our defects is not enough; we also need to recognize our qualities and talents to use them. Love yourself, defend yourself and twist for yourself!
A friend is someone who decides to be by your side actively, no matter whatever the situation is when the rest of the world decides to leave you alone. You will be in more troubles not because of the voice of your enemies, but because of the silence of your friends. The world suffers only for the silence of good people. A friend silent in need is not a friend indeed.
Two. The greatest limitation of love is this: even if you love someone with your entire being, you can never truly know what transpires within their mind.
It may well be that this person suffers day after day over some particular matter, yet you witness it before your very eyes and remain powerless to act. Right before you, the one you love gradually withers away—what torment could be greater than living through this, moment by moment! It's not that they don't share their innermost thoughts with you. They do, but you cannot grasp their sorrow as they themselves experience it, or even if you do understand, you cannot find the path to lead them out of it.
Even after spending long stretches of time together, bound by love's ties, two people may fail to comprehend each other. Intense love gives birth to such helplessness. When you cannot understand the one you love, a kind of profound illness takes root in the heart. Looking upon that illness makes you want to destroy yourself.
Far more comforting than "I love you" is the feeling: "I understand you."
Three. It's not that I want to die. Deep down, I wish I could live.
The truth is, I'm just tired of being me---someone who can't get anything of value, who can't do anything right,---someone who tries to wake up to face a new day, but that day only comes to add more pain, disappointment and a gigantic emptiness,---an individual who could have done much more, but who fell into a spiral of self-adversary, self-sabotage and self-denial.
I say so much that I want to die and this could be my mantra, but I know it's just an abbreviation to want to be special, be necessary, be important, be desired. And stop staying below those expectations of me and the expectations of others. I wanted to look at myself and see something beyond a deformed figure in fears and hopelessness. But. probably, that's not going to happen. So, I keep saying I want to die.
Four. I want to love you like a poem

Written on the skin that covers the soul.

Your warm arms ...

Arms that cover my nakedness

Made of desires and tenderness ...

Like a climax of my madness ...

Tattoo done on body and soul ...!!
Five. I don't understand. This feeling is so vast that it goes beyond any understanding. Understanding is always limited. But not understanding may have no boundaries. I feel like I'm much more complete when I don't understand. Not understanding, the way I speak, is a gift---not to understand, but not as a simple spirit. The good thing is to be smart and not understand. It's a strange blessing, like having madness without being crazy. It's a meek disinterest, it's a sweetness of stupidity. Only every once in a while, comes the restlessness: I want to understand a little. Not too much, but at least I understand that I don't understand.
Six. When we're deeply depressed, we either eat rice or take the civil service exam.
Seven. I don't love you anymore.

It'd be lying to say that

I still want you as I always did.

I'm sure that

nothing was in vain.

I feel inside that

you mean nothing.

I could never say that

it is a great love.

I feel more and more that

I've already forgotten you!

And I will never use the phrase

I love you!

I'm sorry, but I have to tell the truth

It's too late ...
(Now read it from bottom to up. This text has two different interpretations according to the flow of the reading.)
Thoughts: Seven Hundred Sixty-Six

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One. Today is the time to be happy!

Life is the fruit of the decision of every moment. Perhaps that's why the idea of planting is so revealing about the art of living.

To live is to plant. It is an attitude of constant sowing, of dropping into the land of our existence the most diverse forms of seeds. Each choice, however small, is a form of seed that we cast on the flowerbed we are.
One day, everything we now silently plant or let plant in us will be planting that can be seen from afar...
For every day, your commitment matters. Under heaven, there is a time for everything! Today, in this time that is yours, the very thing being planted determines the future. The choices you seek, the friends you cultivate, the readings you make, the values you embrace, the loves you love, everything will be decisive for future harvesting.
Happiness perhaps is this: joy of gathering from the earth we are, fruits that are pleasing to the eye! Unhappiness, maybe it's the other way around. What we can't lose sight of is that life isn't real outside cultivation. It's always time to throw seeds... It's always time to gather fruit. All at the same time. Yesterday's seeds, today's fruits. Today's seeds, tomorrow's fruits!
So don't lose sight of what you've been choosing to drop on your land. Watch out for the sowers who don't love you. They have the power to spoil the outcome of many things. Watch out for the sowers you don't know. There's a lot of evil hidden in seductive smiles...
Beware of those who drop anything on you, after all, you deserve so much more than anything. Beware of the passenger-loves... they usually leave painful marks that do not pass away...
Watch out for the invaders in your body... they don't usually come back to help fix the clutter...
Watch out for the looks of those who don't know how to love you... they usually make you forget that you're worth it...
Watch out for the lying words that see you around... they usually spoil our reference to the truth...
Beware of the voices that insist on reminding you of your shortcomings...they often impair your view about yourself.
Don't be afraid to look in the mirror. It is in this naughty face that you have, that God has decided to express once again the love He has for the world.
Don't be discouraged from inside, even if today's harvest isn't too happy.
Don't put an end to your hopes. There's still a lot to do, there's still a lot to plant, and a lot to love in this life.
Instead of standing still on what you did wrong, look ahead, and see what can still be done...
Life isn't over yet. And the poet said, "Those dreams don't get old...". You go ahead. With smiles on the face and being firmness in decisions. God decided to reform the world, and chose your heart to begin this reformation.
It proves that He still believes in you. And if He still believes, who am I to doubt...!
Two. I have friends who don't know how much they are my friends. They do not realize the love I devote to them and the absolute need I have from them...
I could bear, though not without pain, that all my loves had died, but I would go crazy if all my friends died!—Even those who do not realize how much my friends mean to me and how much my life depends on their existence... From some of them I seek nothing, only to know that they exist. This bare knowledge alone encourages me to carry on with my life. Because I do not pursue them earnestly, I cannot tell you how deeply I love them! Even they would not believe it!
Many of them are reading this chronicle and do not know that they dwell in the sacred sanctuary of my friendship, but how delicious it is that I know and feel that I love them, though I neither declare it nor seek them out. Sometimes, when I do look for them, I see that they have no notion of how necessary they are, of how indispensable they are to my vital equilibrium, for they are part of the world I once truly built and have become the foundation of all my enchantments with life.
If one of them dies, I shall be diminished. If they all die, I shall collapse! That is why, without their knowing, I pray for their lives, and I feel ashamed when my prayer is, in essence, directed toward my own well-being.
I am perhaps the offspring of my own selfishness. Sometimes I plunge into thought about some of them. When I travel and stand before wondrous places, tears come for their not being near me, for not sharing that pleasure... If something devours and ages me, it is that life's furious wheel will not allow me to have my friends beside me, living with me, speaking with me. Most of my friends, especially those who sometimes suspect as much, will never know that they are my cherished friends.
**Reflection: Seven Hundred and Sixty-Seven**

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**One.** The contrary of beautiful is ugly, of rich is poor, of black is white—this is learned before entering school. If you take a poll among children, you will also hear that the opposite of love is hate. They are mistaken. Take a poll among adults and find the correct answer: the opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.
What would be preferable—that the person you love should hate you, or be utterly indifferent to you? To lose sleep imagining ways to win their heart, or to sleep like an angel all night, completely forgetting your existence? Hatred is also a way of being with someone. Indifference accepts no appeals or grievances: your name is no longer in the register.
To hate someone, we must acknowledge that someone exists and that they provoke sensations in us, however painful. To hate someone, we need a heart, even if cold, and reasoning, even if diseased. To hate someone we expend energy, neurons, and time.
Hatred gives us white strands in our hair, wrinkles on our face, and anguish in our chest. To hate, we need the object of hatred—we need it even if only to devour someone with our resentment, our wrath, our meager wisdom to understand them and scant humor to tolerate them. Hate, if it had a color, would be red, just like the color of love.
To be indifferent to someone, what do we need? Nothing at all. The person in question can win countless medals, attend prestigious universities, live a glorious life or receive a life sentence—we couldn't care less. We don't judge their actions, we don't observe their mannerisms, we don't witness their existence. It requires nothing of our eyes, mouth, heart, brain—our body ignores their presence, much less notices their absence. We don't have the phone numbers of people we never call. Indifference, if it had a color, would be the color of water, the color of air, the color of nothingness.
A child has never experienced this feeling: they are either deeply loved or criticized for their actions. A child always sits at one end of the seesaw—adoration or complaint—but is never ignored. Only much later, when you seek attention beyond the maternal or paternal, do you discover that love and hate inhabit the same universe, while indifference is an exile in the desert.
দুই। Worse than a voice that falls silent,

Is a silence that speaks.
Simple. Immediately situations come to mind where silence told me terrible truths, for you know, silence is incapable of lies.
A silent phone. An unanswered email. These say everything. A date where you don't open your mouth. Silences that speak of disinterest, forgetfulness, rejection. How much is said in the stillness after an argument? No forgiveness comes, no kiss, no laughter to break the atmosphere of tension. Only it remains unchanged—the silence—the debris of an ending. It is a thousand times preferable to a voice that says things we don't want to hear, because at least spoken words indicate an attempt at understanding. Functioning vocal cords articulate arguments, voice their grievances, play fair or unfair.
But silence architects plans that remain unshared. When nothing is said, nothing is resolved. How many times, in a heated argument, do we hear one person shout, "Say something, tell me you don't love me anymore, but don't just stand there staring at me!"? It's silence sending one person's despair as bad news to the other.
Of course, there are many situations where silence is welcome. For someone who works in a noisy factory, silence is a balm. For a daycare teacher, silence is a gift. For a bank security guard, silence is relief. Even in love, when the relationship is solid and mature, silence between two people doesn't disturb, for it is the silence of peace.
The only silence that disturbs is the one that speaks. And speaks loudly. That's when no one knocks on our door, there are no messages in our inbox and yet we get the message.
**Three.** When we do everything to make them love us and we can't, we have one last resort: doing nothing more. For this reason, I say, when we do not obtain the love, affection or tenderness that we had requested, it is better to give up and look further for the feelings that have been denied. Do not make useless efforts, because love is born, or not, spontaneously, but never by force of imposition. Sometimes it is useless to try too hard, nothing is achieved; other times, we give nothing and love surrenders at our feet. The feelings are always a surprise. It has never been a begging charity, a compassion or a favor granted. We almost always love those who love us badly, and we despise those who want us best. So, I repeat, when we have done everything to get a love, and failed, we have only one way ... that of nothing else to do.
**Reflection: Seven Hundred Sixty-Eight**

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**One.** Who does not assist, opens competition.
You are a modern man, you have been constantly surprised by the intellectual, cultural and, mainly, "liberal" level of your wife, girlfriend, etc.
Sometimes she doesn't even know how to act, and deep down she has that fear of being betrayed --- or in the usual terms: "horned". Know something ... this risk is imminent, the probability of this happening is very high, and it's only up to you, and no one else, to prevent it from happening, or else to take your "horn", loud and clear.
You must be asking why I would spend my precious time talking about it. However, male distress in the face of betrayal has been calling my attention for some time.
But what would a "modern woman" be?
At first, she would be the one who loves herself above all, who does not waste (and does not even have) time with/for trivia, is the one who works because she thinks that work grows, that she is emotionally independent of others, that is a courageous, friendly, confidant lover...
She is the one who sometimes has a crisis of jealousy but who is not ashamed to admit that she is wrong ...
She is the one who manages to be both strong and sweet, messy and beautiful ...
Anyway, the modern woman is one who is not afraid of anything or anyone, looks life in the face, speaks what she thinks and feels, she hurts whoever hurts her ...
So, after an "investigative" process with these "modern women", I could see the worst:
- Never leave a "modern woman" unsafe. They used to cry. Today, they simply cheat, without pity or with pity.
- Don't think she has "divining" powers.
তাকে জানতে হবে --- তোমার মুখ থেকে --- তুমি তাকে কতটা ভালোবাসো। এ ব্যাপারে কোনো সন্দেহ তাকে মুক্ত করে দেওয়ার পরিণতির দিকে নিয়ে যেতে পারে।
- মনে করো না যে বন্ধুদের সাথে বেরোনো (কেনাকাটা হোক বা গল্পগুজব করা হোক...) সপ্তাহে দুবারের বেশি, সর্বোচ্চ তিনবার করাটা স্বাভাবিক, নইলে "শিং" পাওয়ার সার্টিফিকেটে সই করো। "আধুনিক নারী"রা এই ঘটনার সাথে খুব কমই জড়িত, তবে তারা স্পষ্টতই "ভালোবাসা দেওয়ার জন্য পরিপূর্ণ" এবং "পুরুষের উপস্থিতি" প্রয়োজন। যদি তা তোমার বন্ধু না হয়... আচ্ছা... তাহলে তার বন্ধু।
- যখন বলো ফোন করবে, ফোন করো।
- তাকে যৌন তৃপ্তি দাও। কিন্তু তৃপ্ত করার ভান করো না। তুমি যা অনুভব করো, তাকে তা অনুভব করতে দাও। "আধুনিক নারী"দের যৌনতা নিয়ে এক অদ্ভুত পক্ষপাত রয়েছে এবং বিশেষত ২০ থেকে ৩৮ বছর বয়সে, তারা প্রতিদিন যৌনতার কথা ভাবে --- এবং চায় --- (বিস্ময়কর, কিন্তু এটাই সত্য)... আচ্ছা, তোমার তো বলার দরকারই নেই যে যদি তা তোমার সাথে না হয়...
- তাকে মনোযোগ দাও। কিন্তু বিশেষত তাকে তা অনুভব করাও। খারাপ (বা সদিচ্ছাপ্রণোদিত) জোচ্চোররা সবসময় থাকে, এবং যখন তারা চায়, তখন কোনো নারীকে আকাশে তুলে নেওয়ার ব্যাপারে তারা দক্ষ। তাহলে তাকে তোমার সাথে নিয়ে যাও, শেষ পর্যন্ত সে তোমার নাকি না???
খালি "ঈর্ষা" সৃষ্টি করার কথাও ভেবো না। আমি যতটুকু দেখেছি, এক অনিরাপদ নারী হলো শিং পরানোর যন্ত্র।
- কোনো অবস্থাতেই তাকে সন্দেহ করতে দিয়ো না যে তুমি অন্য কাউকে দেখছো। তাদের পক্ষ থেকে এই নিছক অনুমানই এমন এক "শিং" সৃষ্টি করে যে যখন তুমি জেগে উঠবে, বন্ধু, তখন ইতিমধ্যে কেউ একজন তোমার চেয়ে অনেক বেশি "খাদক" হবে... কেবল প্রধান খাবারটা, আচ্ছা... এবার তোমার নারী।
তুমি জানো সেই সুদর্শন ছেলেটাকে যে, তুমি জানো, যে কোনো সময় তোমার স্ত্রীর সাথে বেরোতে পারে। আচ্ছা... হঠাৎ করে বিপরীতটাও সত্য হতে পারে। শুধু এক সেকেন্ডের জন্য, সে শুধু মনে করে তুমি এটা প্রাপ্য... যখন টের পাবে... চলে গেছে। কোনো চিন্তা নেই। সব শেষ হয়ে যায়নি। শান্ত হও।
- একটু কম "ক্লান্ত" হওয়ার চেষ্টা করো। "আধুনিক নারী" সারাদিন কাজ করে এবং সম্ভবত এখনো তার শ্বাস বাকি থাকে --- যেমন পুরনো দিনের পুরুষরা বলতো --- "একটা দিয়ে", তারপর পাশে ফিরে শুধু ঘুমিয়ে যাওয়া।
- সম্পর্কের শুরুর দিকের কাজগুলো আবার করো। যদি, যখন তারা ছাড়তে শুরু করেছিল, তারা একে অপরকে "পার্টিতে" পার হতো, অস্বাভাবিক জায়গায় "প্রেম করতো", ই-মেইল বা মশলাদার ফোন কল আদান-প্রদান করতো, তাহলে তার এইসব জিনিস পছন্দ হওয়ার সম্ভাবনা খুব বেশি, এবং এগুলো মিস করার সম্ভাবনা অসীম। "আধুনিক নারী" এইসব জিনিস মিস করতে পারে না... নইলে...
আচ্ছা, বন্ধুরা, অবশেষে, তথাকথিত "যে দেখাশোনা করে না, প্রতিযোগিতা খুলে দেয়", প্রযোজ্য।
তাহলে, যদি তুমি এমন এক নারীর পাশে থাকো যাকে তুমি পছন্দ করো এবং সম্পূর্ণভাবে সচেতন যে, বর্তমানে বাজার মাছের জন্য নয় (গুণমানের কথা বলছি), এইসব "ভুলত্রুটি"র যেকোনোটা করার আগে ভেবেচিন্তে নিও...
protect her, love her, and most of all, let her know that.

She'll think a million times before she gives a shit about that "handsome guy" who keeps filling her with glances ... and she will, without a doubt, continue looking only at you!
Two. A man's hatred is terrible. Far more terrible still is a woman's love.
It is difficult to live enduring a man's hatred, and it is impossible to die fleeing from a woman's love!
If there is someone you truly cannot bear, if you wish to push them little by little toward death, then instead of hating them, tempt them to fall in love with some woman whom they can never bind to themselves in love. Your hatred might kill them in an instant, but that woman's love will kill them in every moment!
Reflection: Seven Hundred and Sixty-Nine

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One. I am a person from the inside out. My beauty is in my essence and in my character. I believe in dreams, not utopia. But when I dream, I dream big. I'm here to live, fall, learn, get up and move on.

I am that today ... tomorrow. I have reinvented myself.

I reinvent myself whenever life asks for a little more from me.

I am complex, I am a mixture, I am a man with the face of a boy ... And vice versa. I get lost, look for me and I find myself. And when necessary, I go crazy and let it go ...

I don't give in half, I'm not your half-friend or your almost love. I am either everything or I am nothing. I can't stand half terms. I'm silly, but I'm not stupid. Naive, but not holy. I am a person of easy laughter ... and I cry too!
Two. In order to steal a heart, it must be very skilful, it has to be done slowly, in disguise, it does not arrive with haste, it does not reach someone's heart in a hurry.

You have to approach it in half-words, gently, take it slowly, carefully.

You cannot let them know that it will be stolen, in fact, you will have to steal it, sweetly.

Winning a real heart takes effort, requires patience, it's like weaving a quilt, applying lace on a dress, tending a garden, taking care of a child.

It is necessary that it be dexterously, with will, with charm, affection and sincerity.

To win a heart you definitely have to have the will and cleverness, but I am not talking about that cleverness that everyone knows, I am talking about the cleverness of feelings, that which is kept in the soul at all times.

When one really wants to win a heart, it is necessary that before we have already managed to win ours, that it has already been explored in the smallest details, that it has already been able to know each corner, understand each filled space and accept each vacant space.

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And then, when that heart is finally won, when we have claimed it, there will be a part of someone that will follow us. A half of someone which will be guided by us, and our heart will begin to beat because of that other heart. They will endure ups and downs, yes, but there will surely be moments—thousands of moments—of joy. You will be struck down unevenly many times, and you know why? Half of that someone will be missing, the part that is not yet with us. Until one day, weary of being divided in half, that heart will call to its other half, and someone willingly, without our having to steal or conceal it, will give us the missing piece.
...and that's how you steal a heart. Simple, isn't it?
Well, we only need to steal one half—the other will come into our hands, and then the theft will be discovered! And that's precisely why we encounter so many people who say they will never love again... it's simple... it's because they no longer have a heart—it was stolen, torn from their chest by great love... they will have a new heart, after all, hearts are meant to be shared, and surely this great love will share its own with you.
**তিন।** It is difficult to make someone happy, just as it is easy to make someone sad.
It is difficult to say I love you, just as it is easy to say nothing.
It is difficult to value love, just as it is easy to lose it forever.
It is difficult to give thanks for today, just as it is easy to live another day.
It is difficult to see the good that life brings, just as it is easy to close your eyes and cross the street.
It is difficult to convince yourself that you are happy, just as it is easy to think that something is always missing.
It is difficult to make someone smile, just as it is easy to make them cry.
It is difficult to put yourself in someone else's place, just as it is easy to judge anyone without knowing the truth.
If you made a mistake, apologize...

Is it difficult to ask for forgiveness? But who said it is easy to be forgiven?
If someone wronged you, forgive them...

Is it hard to forgive? But who said it is easy to repent?
If you feel something, speak it...

Is it difficult to open your heart? But who says it's easy to find someone who wants to listen?
If someone has grievances against you, listen...

Is it difficult to hear certain things? But who said it is easy to be heard?
If someone loves you, love them back...

Is it hard to give yourself completely? But who said it's easy to be happy?
Not everything in life is easy... But, of course, nothing is impossible.
We need to believe, have faith and fight so that we not only dream, but also make all these wishes come true!
**Thought: Seven Hundred Seventy**

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**One.** Love is not begged, is not asked for, is not expected...

Love whether you live or not.

Jealousy is a useless feeling.

It does not make anyone loyal to you.

Animals are angels in disguise, sent to earth by God to show man what faithfulness is.

Children learn from what you do, not what you say.

People who talk to you about others will talk about you to others.

Forgiving and forgetting make us younger.

Water is a holy medicine.

God invented crying for man not to explode.

Absence of rules, is a rule that depends on commonsense.

There is no bad food, there is only digestible food.

Creativity goes together with the lack of money.

Being authentic is the best and only way to please.

Real friends never leave you.

Affection is the best weapon against hate.

The differences make life more beautiful and colorful.

There is poetry in all divine creation, God is the greatest poet of all times.

Music is the dessert of life.

Believing without hurting others does not make anyone a fool.

Children are rare gifts.

Of all, what remains is your name and memories about your actions.

Thank you, sorry, please. These are magic words, keys that open doors to a better life.

Love... Ah, love...

Love breaks barriers, unites factions, destroys prejudices, cures diseases...

There is no decent life without love!

And it is certain, who loves, is very loveable.
**Two.** Today I got up early thinking about what I have to do before the clock strikes midnight. It's my job to choose what kind of day I'm going to have today. I can complain because it is raining or thank the waters for washing away the pollution. I can be sad that I have no money or feel encouraged to manage my finances, avoiding waste. I can complain about my health or give thanks for being alive. I can complain about my parents for not giving me everything I wanted or I can be grateful for being born. I can complain about having to go to work or thank God for having a job. I can feel bored with housework or thank God for having a home. I can regret disappointments with friends or get excited about the possibility of making new friends. If things didn't go as planned, I can be happy to have today to start over. The day is ahead of me waiting to be anything I want. And here I am, the sculptor who can shape it. It all depends on me.
**Three.** Some rise by seeing themselves rise.

Some rise by seeing others fall.