We all climb our own mountains, in most cases reach the top, but the most important question is how many of us are staying at the top of this mountain? Every conqueror of the mountain always goes through the same – he climbs, putting a lot of effort in this, reaches the top, feels great feeling of satisfaction for a while, enjoys the view and inspired by this achievement leaves this place to pursue his new Zair. It is very true, that pick of the mountain is a very lonely place, lots of people have been there, but everybody left and there is only a small chance, that when you reach your pick there will be someone else on the top.

Financial security is a summit, which is only a moment in our lives, when our hearts are impatiently looking for new challengers and targets ahead.

Life is not stagnant waters of the lake – it is a constantly flowing spring, river.

Great Example of control..!!

However, the biggest genocide is the one committed on women and childhood. They both don’t need cutted flowers.

With love.

In a certain way, I agree with you. Of course the Biologist of the Universe can give us all we want the moment we want.

On a first degree, any woman deserved some flowers. But Bouquet is a caprice that kills the Beauty anyway.

For some things in our life, we have to walk paths, hear some words and understand it, read some books that make the difference, reach some pics, enjoying as much as possible.

The Great Biologist have already give us what we want; just by being. But he’s also a Great Thinker. If He gives all that we want at the second, I can’t imagine the nightmare on earth.

“Love each other as I have loved you.” John 15:9-12

Chez le fleuriste

La femme marchait dans une rue quand elle vit a sa droite une boutique de fleurs.

En entrant dans la petite boutique, elle fut saisie de frayeur ; elle vit une abondance de fleurs fraiches, mais c’était Dieu en personne qui se tenait derrière le comptoir.

« Vous pouvez demander ce que vous voulez, déclara Dieu.

– Je veux être heureuse. Je veux la paix, de l’argent, et que l’on me comprenne. Je veux aller au ciel quand je mourrai. Et je veux que tout cela soit aussi accordé à mes amis. »

Dieu se tourna, choisit l’une des fleurs qui se trouvaient dans des pots sur l’étagère derrière lui, et le tendit à la femme.

« Tiens, dit-Il. »

(Dr András Béres, Hongrie)

Chez le fleuriste

La femme marchait dans une rue quand elle vit a sa droite une boutique de fleurs.

En entrant dans la petite boutique, elle fut saisie de frayeur ; elle vit une abondance de fleurs fraiches, mais c’était Dieu en personne qui se tenait derrière le comptoir.

« Vous pouvez demander ce que vous voulez, déclara Dieu.

– Je veux être heureuse. Je veux la paix, de l’argent, et que l’on me comprenne. Je veux aller au ciel quand je mourrai. Et je veux que tout cela soit aussi accordé à mes amis. »

Dieu se tourna, choisit l’une des fleurs qui se trouvaient dans des pots sur l’étagère derrière lui, et le tendit à la femme.

« Tiens, dit-Il a la femme. »

(Dr András Béres, Hongrie)

i have a condition that is called BIPOLAR DISORDER which basically means that i have a manic phase and a depresive phase

it is in my manic phase when i feel all this energy and the feeling to seek for new adventures.

i’m a writer ( i haven’t publish anything yet)
so it is in my depresive phase,when i am sad and depress that i find my inspiration to write
i could sit for hours and even days and write beautiful ( in my onw perspective)things.

The date is my motivation. I tried once, now I know I can do something in time, with that faith I encountered.
The date is a point, a door. In reality time between me and that point is infinite.
How couldn’t I fulfil what is calling me, while i’m free to walk as speed as I want.

Mostly, I like to work in my way. But, perceiving faster a dicey situation, I stay in anyway. Here are some brakes.

As to the last experience, I had only one fear. I just told the Universe that changed the future. It’s amazing.
We were totally communing with each other. Maybe, I can only tell that presently. For there were no question about, but about the piece I have to work on.

Nevertheless now, my heart needs to be sound out more. I don’t know if it’s all about fear, or if I flee, not to be brave. Or if it was a useless quest.

These are moments while we can feel how we are as fragile as free. Of course it may be terrifying.

With gratitude

It seems that we are like children our whole life;
they will do whatever it takes to get what they desire, but once they get it, all the effort is gone…;
receiving it beforehand makes us lose the enthusiasm.

love
Agnieszka