A Short Moral Story.

There was a poor boy who hawked flowers on the highway. One day, an old man stopped him and said.

“Why do you hawk flowers on such a busy and dangerous road?”

The boy responded.
“My family is poor and can’t afford my school expenses”

The old man said.
“But you’re doing it wrong little boy. You take so much risk by running through the main road. Do you know that you could get hit by a vehicle?”

The boy whispered.
“I just need to earn money so I can get back to school”

The old man snapped.
“But your life is more important than education. So many people did not attend school but ended up becoming great people. Are you going to die all because you want to be educated? Now listen, if you get hit by a car, you’re going to die, and if you die, there would be no education for you. Do you understand me?”

Then the old man added.
“Education is not the key to success. Don’t risk your life for it”

The poor boy pondered over the old man’s words as he watched him walk away. For many days, he thought and thought until he vowed to himself never to sell flowers again.

Fifteen years later, the poor boy had grown into a young man and was poorer without any source of income. One day, he met an old man and pleaded.

“Excuse me sir, can you spare some change?”

The old man stormed.
“Urgh! Why didn’t you study to become useful for yourself?”

The young man replied.
“My parents were poor and couldn’t send me to school”

The old man blurted out. 
“Don’t blame your parents. So many people worked really hard and risked their lives as kids to pay their school expenses, because they knew the importance of education. But you did nothing, so it’s all your fault!”

The young man felt hurt and downcasted by the old man’s words. And even more when he realized he was the same old man he met fifteen years ago.

How often do you listen to people who try to discourage you from doing the things you want to do? How often do you let the opinions of others consume you? Do you know that the people who discourage you from chasing your dream, are the same people who will blame you for not reaching your dream? They are quick to judge your job, but won’t help you when you’re broke. Take control of your destiny. Believe in yourself. Ignore those who try to discourage you. You decide who you want to become and other people’s opinions shouldn’t matter.

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“The life partner is that soul who has collaborated with you since before you came to Earth, in order to meet you in this existence. You have agreed to meet when all things are right. That word “right” may tickle your ears and you may not understand it.

You may wonder: when is it right? How do I know this? I want you to understand something very simple. All people who come your way do so for a reason. All of them! There is no such thing as someone showing up and it being a coincidence. Not even those who are from your perspective evil or wish you harm. A soul cannot wish harm on anyone.

Therefore, before you rush to judge someone who has spoken badly to you or done something that you describe as “bad” or “evil” please realize that no soul can wish you harm! In the spiritual world, there is no right or wrong. The spiritual world just exists and that’s all. Classifications like this are only based on reason, mental or emotional basis. No one can wish you harm or harm you, either on Earth or in the spiritual world. The fact that you see it that way is due to your perception.

Now that you have learned that no soul is evil and no one knows you for no reason, you know that there is also that person who is portrayed in all the siropous movies and books and whom you instinctively refer to as your soul mate. Only he’s not a “mate”. There are souls that come your way so that you can learn something from life. There are souls that come to build something with you, leave something behind that will stay with you for a while. Here we can list business people, maybe even your loved one, even parents, co-workers, etc.

That “soulmate” you are so eagerly waiting for is nothing but a soul who has committed to stay with you for a certain period of time and from whom you have a lot to learn. You learn, you build something, you carry out projects, you may even start a family (if that’s what you choose), etc. But that soulmate is like a friend, or at least ideally so.

You can’t expect the love of your life and consider it just a lover and that’s it. Already there we are talking about a sexual illusion. There is also this kind of soul with whom you once shared a huge love and the moment you saw him again in this life, your sexual desire was ignited and you consider that you are in love, that he is the love of your life, etc.”

ADVICE TO MEN ABOUT THEIR PREGNANT WIVES…
Men, today I want us to discuss about PREGNANCY.
Do you know that certain things you do when your wife is pregnant actually contributes to state of health of the mother and unborn child?
Listen, it bothers me a lot when I see men showing no concern to their pregnant wife or fail to adjust to some temporary changes.
It’s just 9 months, not like it’s forever. Pregnancy is not bought in the market, neither is it a software downloaded from the internet. It’s a seed planted by you germinating. There has to be a carrier of that seed while it grows, and women have been given the responsibility to carry it.
Pregnancy is preparation to welcome a new member into the family. Pregnancy is a journey fun filled, amazing etc.
Women differ in body changes. Although Pregnancy makes women do certain things in common.
■Once in a while she would nag
■Once in a while she would request for things unimaginable e.g she wants to eat okro and bread
■Once in a while she would get so lazy to make you your meals
■Once in a while she would want to stretch her legs on your laps. Please pardon her… carrying the baby ain’t easy.
Her needs may be unsatisfiable at times.
The first Tri_mester of the journey can be so annoying. Like I say women differ from each other during pregnancy.
●While most women are busy vomiting.
●Most of them sleep like water leaf, they sleep off anywhere with the slightest chance even in the kitchen.
●While most women have fever.
●Most women be looking cranky and dry like Dustin powder.
●While most women add up weight.
●Most women appear like burnt offerings.
●Some even go round with White handkerchief spitting in it. ALL THESE ARE STILL YOUR WORK…..
Please tolerate this, it’s beautiful afterwards.
Her attitude becomes annoying, most times you cant stand her. But I get annoyed when I see men neglect their pregnant wife. She’s not an abomination, neither is she a curse. I must say, it’s not an easy journey for all.
The last Tri_mester is when you need to be extra patient, loving, enduring and understanding.
NOTE…
1) Always observe your wife’s feet while pregnant, it swells often. Please give her a basin of water to soak her leg once in a while, it’s one of the best treat women enjoy during pregnancy.
2) Ask her regularly how she feels and how the baby is. She’s the carrier so she feels him/her move.
3) Tell her how beautiful she looks during pregnancy e.g ” Honey see as the pregnancy make you fine, I will be impregnating you every month ooo” or even “is it my child that makes you fresh like this pass normal” Even if she has grown bigger in size cause of the pregnancy, celebrate her.
4) Don’t be upset if she ever wakes you up by 2am to help massage her feet. You need to feel little of her discomfort and pain. She shouldn’t carry it alone, it’s your baby you need to carry it together. (I don’t mean physical carriage though).
5) No rule book stopped sex during pregnancy, in short it’s the best sef…. do it. It’s not like the vagina stopped working during pregnancy. o boy continue the work that brings the pregnancy.
6) Don’t be ashamed to take her out. Take her out once in a while to those lovie dovie places you used to go together. They love it…
Most times I wonder what crosses the heart of men when they see their pregnant wives. Carrying a child for 9 months isn’t easy.
I urge all men to get closer to their spouses during pregnancy because that’s one of the times she needs you most.
A big shout out to all men who fully stand by their wives during pregnancy. God bless you all.

Sometimes you will lose interest in things you used to enjoy, not because you don’t want them anymore, but because your soul craves silence and inner peace. It’s sometimes better to lie down on your bed and listen to your favorite music or watch your favorite movie alone, away from your phone and all the notifications that bother you from time to time.
It’s sometimes better to devote your time alone and reflect on what you want to do, why you keep tolerating stagnant routines, and why you keep staying in places where you don’t belong.
Sometimes you have to pay attention to your body and mind when it tells you to take a break from the outside world, take care of yourself, and rest until you feel like yourself again. The world does not revolve around your smile, your love for someone, or your excitement; rather, the process includes silence, sadness, and solitude.
Take a deep breath and remind yourself that you can comprehend all of this without worrying about what others will think because this is your life and there are no justifications for putting yourself first.

*WHO IS A WOMAN?*

Having vagina, boobs, and hips doesn’t make you a woman.

A woman is the one who feeds her man with encouragement and ideas

A woman is the one who helps her man to save and invest wisely .

A woman does not run her mouth with sarcasm and insult just to prove a point, rather her words are gracious and can heal a broken heart .

A woman is the one that knows when to talk and to keep Quiet.

A woman is the one that doesn’t leak secret.

A woman is the one that is content with what she has, and not the one that sells her self for material things.

A woman is a manager, a caretaker,a womb that can nature and birth destinies .

A woman doesn’t do trending things, but she is reserved and has the taste of a Queen.

A woman doesn’t look down on her man because of his present state of life and financial status, rather she encourages him to get better.

A woman is the one that does not just bear babies, but bear ideas and inspiration@all time, anywhere.
A woman is the one her man can cry on her shoulders and not feel humiliated for doing so nor lose his value .

A woman is not the one that deceive her man just to eat his money, but the one who is honest and sincere in her relationship.

.A woman. Is not the one that makes her feel terrible, but the one her man can run to for comfort.

A woman is the one that will spoil her man with honour and respect because there lies her strength and integrity .

A woman is an influencer, a nation and a helper.

There are many are females but only few can be called a *WOMAN.*

Now!
Every female ask yourselves today…

Am I a WOMAN.???

Some people feel that you can’t compare the love a mother has for her child to the love a father could feel for him.

They say that a woman’s life changes, her body changes, and she sacrifices every little nutrient she has to the baby.

What they don’t understand is that a mother and father’s love can be different, never inferior.

Those people don’t understand that the man’s body also transforms, and his mind will never be the same again.

They do not understand that, while the mother is devoted 24/7 to taking care of her son and helping him survive, the father is devoted in body and soul in turn, to help them both so that, in this struggle, they do not lack anything.

The mother starts her battle: to be the best mom in the world. Father starts his battle – to take care of them.

And so begin the broad working days, nights at night looking for better alternatives to build a better future, mental and even physical absences, betting everything to work, because deep down you know that, at that time, it is the best way she finds to combat her fears.

Because being a parent entails the same goal: the mother cares eternally for her children, and the father cares eternally for his family.

Some people don’t understand that, within parenthood, there is no competition. There is only love and teamwork.

A boy went to an old man and said to him.
“What is the biggest lesson that life has taught you?”

The old man paused for a moment and said.
“I’m sorry but I’m not in the mood to talk right now. I am deeply worried”

The boy asked.
“What’s the matter, sir”

The old man responded.
“My pregnant cow has been in labour for more than twenty hours. I’m afraid she could die as the pain is excruciating”

The boy whistled.
“You have to do something about it”

The old man muttered.
“I have no knowledge about things like this. I’m old and weak, I can’t do anything to help. But maybe if we seek the opinions and advice of other people, we could save my poor cow from dying. Don’t you think so?”

The boy nodded his head, then the old man added.
“Do me a favour and take a walk down the road. You’ll meet random people on your way. You will have to seek advice from at least four people. We need to know what their opinions are about my dying cow”

The boy left immediately, then returned about an hour later. He said to the old man.
“I was able to ask four people for their advice… The first person suggested you call the local vet immediately so that he can perform a surgery to remove the calf. The second person suggested you give the cow more time to give birth naturally, and that calling the vet won’t be necessary. The third person suggested you kill the cow and sell the meat as she would eventually die. And the fourth person suggested you assist the cow by pulling the calf from the womb with your hands”

The old man said.
“Interesting, isn’t it, that everyone’s opinions differ so much. So which do you think I should follow?”

The boy thought for a while and said.
“I find the whole thing very confusing. Everyone gave a different piece of advice”

The old man smiled. Then he tapped the boy on his shoulder and said.

“I was actually kind of surprised when you asked me to tell you the biggest lesson that life has taught me. And instead of just saying it, I decided to let you experience it yourself. In doing so, I pretended as if my cow was in pain and needed help. It was a strategy to enable you to realize how different the opinions of people can be. The biggest lesson I’ve learned in life is that different people can look at the exact same thing and have different perspectives. We all have our own view of things. And just because someone’s opinion is different than yours, it does not mean they are wrong. We shouldn’t quarrel, fight or argue with others just because we feel that our opinion doesn’t match theirs. We should learn to be open minded and respectful to people’s opinions even if we don’t agree with them.

बारिश पड़े तो भागिए नहीं.. छत नहीं खोजिये..
छाते कभी-कभार बंद रखिये.. किस बात का डर है..? भीग जायेंगे..?

तो क्या हुआ.. पिघलेंगे नहीं.. फिर से सूख जायेंगे..
आपकी 799 वाली टी-शर्ट भी सूख जायेगी..
ब्रांड उसका Levis से Lebis नहीं होगा..
मोबाइल को पालीथीन में कस के रख लीजिये..

सड़क साफ़ है.. कोई नहीं आएगा.. उस स्ट्रीट लैम्प की पीली रौशनी में डिस्को करती बूंदों को देखिये..थोड़ा धीरे चलिए..
जल्दी पहुंच के भी क्या बदल जाना है..
बारिश बदलाव है.. मौसम का.. मन का.. कल्पनाओं का..
और लाइफ के गियर का दिमाग से दिल की तरफ..
सब धुल रहा है.. प्रकृति सब कुछ धो रही है..
आप क्यूँ उसी मनहूसियत की चीकट लपेटे घूम रहे हैं..

कागज़ की नाव, कोचिंग में भीगे सिर आई वो लड़की,
बारिश में जबरदस्ती नाचने को खींच के ले गये दोस्त..
सब चलते-चलते याद कीजिये..
ताकि ऐसी किसी बारिश में चलते-चलते सोच के मुस्कुराया जा सके..
ज़ुकाम से मत डरिये.. दवा से सही हो जायेंगे..

बारिश से डरेंगे तो फिर आपका महंगा वाला शावर भी ठीक नहीं कर पायेगा..
और वैसे भी..
मैंने शावर में सिर्फ लोगों को रोते सुना है..
मुस्कुराते नहीं..
बारिश आई है.. थोड़ा चल लीजिये.. खुद से मिल लीजिये.. मुस्कुरा लीजिये..

छाते हटाकर ज़रा मिलिए इनसे
ये जो बारिश की बूंदें हैं ना
बहुत दूर से आती है..!!

On the day I die a lot will happen.

A lot will change.

The world will be busy.

On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.

The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.

The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me.

All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.

The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me.

The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.

All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.

My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.

Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away.

My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway.

The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.

All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night will be rendered powerless.

The deep and towering mysteries about life and death that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified in a way that they could never be before while I lived.

These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die.

Yet for as much as will happen on that day, one more thing that will happen.

On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply.

They will feel a void.

They will feel cheated.

They will not feel ready.

They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.

And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me.

I know this from those I love and grieve over.

And so knowing this, while I am still alive I’ll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting and so very precious—and I’ll do my best not to waste a second of it.

I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control.

Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections.

They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable, ever-evaporating Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you.

Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can.

It’s easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die.

Don’t let your life be stolen every day by all that you’ve been led to believe matters, because on the day you die, the fact is that much of it simply won’t.

Yes, you and I will die one day.

But before that day comes: let us live.

मैं अपनी यात्रा में थी।
उसदिन जिस खूबसूरत जगह पर मैं रुकी थी वहा की शाम कविताएँ और शायरी सुनने और सुनाने वालों से और भी रंगीन हो रखी थी। बारी-बारी से सब एकदूसरे का लिखा सुना रहे थे।
सुनने वालों में कुछ स्कूल-कॉलेज के बच्चें भी थे वहा जो अपनी तालियों से सबका खूब हौसला बढ़ा रहे थे। एक अच्छा माहौल बन गया था।
जब मेरी बारी आयी तो मैंने भी अपनी लिखी एक-दो कविता सुनाई। कविता ख़त्म होते ही सामने की तरफ़ बैठा एक 20-21 साल का लड़का खड़ा हुआ और बोला –
“ये सब बकवास है जो छोड़ कर चले जाते है वो दुबारा कभी नहीं लौटते” इतना कहके वो वहा से चला गया।
मैं कुछ सेकेंड तक कुछ समझ ही नही पायी की ये क्या हुआ इतने सारे लोगों के सामने कोई अंजान ऐसा बोल के चला जाए तो क्या रिएक्शन होना चाहिए मैं नही जानती थी इसलिए मैं तुरंत वहा से चली गयी और उन सबसे दूर एक कुर्सी पर जाकर बैठ गयी।
उसी बीच किसी ने मुझे बताया की “जो लड़का ऐसा बोल के गया है वो थोड़ा परेशान उसकी बातों का बुरा मत मानना। कुछ महीने पहले ही उसकी मम्मी का देहांत हुआ है जिसकी वजह से वो काफ़ी डिस्टर्ब रहता है।”
ये बात सुनकर मैं और ज़्यादा दुःखी हो गई और उस लड़के की मनस्थिति के बारे में सोचने लगी।
कुछ देर बाद मैंने देखा वो लड़का सामने से चलता हुआ मेरी तरफ़ ही आ रहा था।
मैं मन ही मन ख़ुद को समझाने लगी की अगर उसने फिर से कुछ उल्टा-सीधा कहा तो मैं चुपचाप उसकी बात सुन लूँगी जवाब में कुछ नहीं कहूँगी।
मैं कुर्सी पर बैठी हुई थी वो एकदम मेरे सामने आकर खड़ा हो गया।
कुछ सेकंड के मौन के बाद वो डबडबाई आँखों से बोला – “मैं अपने बिहेवियर के लिए आपसे माफ़ी चाहता हूं आप मेरे बारे में पता नही क्या सोच रही होगी,लेकिन मैं बुरा लड़का नहीं हूं। आपकी लिखी कविता बोहोत अच्छी थी।
मैंने एक लंबी सांस भरी फिर कहा –
“इट्स ओके.. कोई भी इंसान बुरा नहीं होता बस कभी-कभी परिस्थितियाँ बुरी बन जाती है हमारी।”
वहा से जाने से पहले उसने मुझसे कहा कि –
“एक बात पूछूं?”
“हाँ पूछों ”
“किसी को भुलाया कैसे जाता है ?”
उसे शायद लगा होगा की मैं काफ़ी अनुभवी लड़की हूं मेरे पास सारे सवालों के जवाब होंगे पर उसे कौन बताए कि मैं इस खेल की सबसे फिसड्डी खिलाड़ी हूं।
उसकी आँखें भरी हुई थी मैं जानती थी की उसे क्या चीज़ परेशान कर रही है।
मैं उसके पूछे इस सवाल का जवाब सच में नहीं जानती थी। मैं कुर्सी से उठाकर खड़ी हुई। मैं उसके सिर को सहला के बस इतना सा कह पायी थी कि –
“कुछ चीज़ें हमारे बस में नहीं होती जैसे किसी की याद आने से रोकना या किसी को भूल जाना इसलिए बेहतर है सब वक्त पे छोड़ दिया जाए।
वक्त के साथ कुछ दर्द हम सहना सीख जाते।”
जवाब में उसने एक बुझी सी मुस्कान दी मानो वो कह रहा हो की “तुम जानबूझ कर जवाब नहीं देना चाहती।”
वो वहा से चला गया।
मैं अब भी वही कुर्सी पर बैठी थी ऊपर चाँद पूरी गोलाई में दिख रहा था,पर मैं उसे नही देख रही थी मेरा मन अभी भी उस सवाल पर अटका हुआ था जिसका जवाब मैं सच में नहीं जानती।