Artfull Living – Control Emotions
Life as human beings is something, which we should appreciate with all due respect it deserves.
Life as human beings is something, which we should appreciate with all due respect it deserves.
The caption of this piece implies that one should be grateful for what one has. To this one can add those negative things that could have befallen on one, but didn’t.
Life is a game of boomerang!!!
It’s been installed into us in all vibrant ways, hues and styles….
â€Don’t do it, it is bad. You will get punished.â€â€¦â€¦
Don’t be just another person
Who falls down in such a way that he never gets up again. Instead be the one,
Who rises up with even more confidence………….
Life without a purpose is like a Tree without leaves. If one has observed nature and all its resources, every one of it has some purpose which it serves.
Many a time we ask to other people what you will do next? But we never think about what we are going to do next. Why such thing is very easy to ask other but it’s very difficult to question to self. When as children when we are in the school and about to finish our school life everyone from teacher to parent to friends to relatives will question you: What you will do next?
Sandeep was a man of problems. If he said something he created a problem; if he did something there was a problem; if he didn’t, there was yet another problem. The problem with him was that he felt everything was a problem in life and so he worried much. He was advised by all his well wishers to learn to tackle life’s situations and not worry about them.
Like many people I too don’t like to talk with other people in a journey , more so when it is a bus journey . Specially when one need to commute daily in the same root it may sometime create problems . And for girls it may sometime times create severe problem . Yes its true . The problems involved with this may range from mere vulnerability to some like unwanted marriage proposals too !
Life is an open book,
For everyone to look.
Popped into the world you berth,
propped by the mothers warmth.
baby one lives with mirth,
lullaby with no dearth.
As years go to grow,
tears you try to throw.
Off to school with a desire,
to learn and aspire,
The sway from parental dependence