What have you learnt as a child?

If a child lives with criticism
He learns to condemn.

If a child lives with hostility
He learns to fight.

If a child lives with ridicule
He learns to be shy.

If a child lives with tolerance
He learns to be patient.

If a child lives with encouragement
He learns confidence.

If a child lives with praise
He learns to appreciate.

If a child lives with fairness
He learns justice.

If a child lives with security
He learns faith.

If a child lives with approval
He learns to like himself.

If a child lives with acceptance and friendship
He learns to find love in the world.. !

What have you learnt as a child?


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Hold me…

When I’m hurting,
Hold me,
And never let me go.
The longer that you hold me,
The more I come to know
That it’s true,
You really love me,
And you care if I’m okay,
There’s just one way
To teach me that
And holding me’s the way.

Your words mean far less to me,
Because anyone can say
‘I love you’
But to show it
Is a harder game to play.
So when I hurt, please hold me
Nice and tightly to your chest.
When I hurt, your cuddles
Are the balm that works the best.

Zutara- Hold me tight. by EmoCutie1997

Poem by PookyH.
Image 1 from Psychology Today
Image 2 from Deviant Art

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Never Stop Being YOU

Mood, baby, girl, little, teddy bear, an irreplaceable friend, smile, happy, woman, hair, nature wallpaper
Never stop caring about the little things in life
Never stop dreaming or give into strife

Never stop building bridges that leads to better tomorrow
Never stop trying or give into sorrow

Never stop feeling amazed at the beauty that surrounds you
Never stop hearing the music or give into the blues

Never stop smiling and look forward to each new day
Never stop shining in your own special way
From Family Friend Poems
 
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Image 1: from http://www.forwallpaper.com/
Image 2: from https://touchofmysaint.wordpress.com

Feeling alive…


from http://www.shaw650.com/

The sun is up, and so am I;

I reach my hands out to the sky,

I hear the birds, I feel the wind –

I am no longer sadness-pinned.

I feel alive, it’s so much fun:

My soul burst like firing gun.

I scream so loud, so you could hear,

That we no longer have to fear –

To fear the life, to fear the death…

All we must do is feel the breath –

The breath of life, the breath of love,

The breath of sun that shines above.

Just spread your arms, embrace the life;

You will no longer have to strife!

By: BetterDays Poetry

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from https://www.flickr.com/

Are you feeling alive?

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Are you really happy or just comfortable?

From http://birdeemag.com

How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A Restless Me to drift and roam
A Quiet Me to stay at home.

A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One. 

And that’s just where the trouble lies;
There is a Restless Me that cries
For chancy risks and changing scene,
For arctic blue and tropic green,

For deserts with their mystic spell,
For lusty fun and raising Hell
But shackled to that Restless Me
My Other Self rebelliously

Resists the frantic urge to move.
It seeks the old familiar groove
That habits make. It finds content
With hearth and home dear prisonment,

With candlelight and well loved books
And treasured loot in dusty nooks,
With puttering and garden things
And dreaming while a cricket sings

And all the while the Restless One
Insists on more exciting fun
It wants to go with every tide,
No matter where – just for the ride.

Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
Until I have no peace at all.
One eye turns to the forward track,
The other eye looks sadly back,

I’m getting wall-eyed from the strain,
(It’s tough to have an idle brain)
But One says “Stay” and One says “Go”
And One says “Yes,” and One says “No,”

And One Self wants a home and wife
And One Self craves the drifter’s life.
The Restless Fellow always wins
I wish my folks had made me twins.

( by Don Blanding )

 


From http://quotespictures.net/

Are you really happy or just comfortable?

 

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I am a sailor, you’re my first mate…

Boat

I am a sailor, you’re my first mate
We signed on together, we coupled our fate
Hauled up our anchor, determined not to fail
For the heart’s treasure, together we set sail
With no maps to guide us, we steered our own course
Rode out the storms when the winds were gale force
Sat out the doldrums in patience and hope
Working together, we learned how to cope.
Life is an ocean and love is a boat
In troubled waters it keeps us afloat…

John McDermott


From http://charlottesheart.com

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