write a memorable story of your life which made you feel happier or sadder.
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Sometimes I feel lost and other times I feel as if I have conquered the world. At times the laughter is not in my control and other times the tears can’t be held in my eyes.
When I am sad I wanna know how to overcome it but when my lips are busy laughing and screaming in happiness, then I don’t find any problem with me.
Why do I see sadness as a disease to be cured while happiness as a gift of life? Rather both are just emotions and part of life.
Sometimes I try to find a solution so that I don’t have to be sad. But with deep thinking I get to know without sadness the recipe of life is incomplete.
To give a taste to the recipe, I need to put all the emotions in the plate of life.
Sadness is a natural part of life as happiness is. As human I will have to taste every flavour of life whether I like it or not. And if anyone tries to escape from any flavour, he will not be rewarded with his favourite one happiness.
If sadness would not be good, then why I go to watch emotional movies. These movies don’t give me any smile or laughter rather they make my eyes wet.
I like it because I enjoy being the part of character’s sadness. It means I like being sad and wanna feel this emotion too. And so do you all.
I listen to songs which make me cry and I love to indulge into the emotions of the song. Does that mean I love crying? Absolutely I do. Because sometimes I need tears more than the flattering lips.
The word happiness will lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
The smile is being so overrated and people have become obsessed for getting this ingredient on their plate.
Sorry to say but even successful people are taking it wrongly. They are giving ways to become happy and how to fade away this sadness. Why is there any need of fading the sadness?
Just live it, cry and show your sorrow, take your time and accept the truth that sadness is as much part of the life as happiness is. If we have entered into the ring then we will have to play the moves we don’t like. There is no escape from it
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A story that touches the heart.
This story aims to learn not to judge people different from you, that these people are judged by their physical aspect, and not so we humans were born to be brothers, not to create war, violence, murders, NO !! I am very ashamed that people discriminate or judge the people I love and love. We must be united, we must join but any consequences we all have rights and we must respect them as we respect your own, I made this post to honor those people who suffer every day for their obesity or something similar, so they understand that being different in appearance Physical does not influence aspect of reasoning, Thank you very much and enjoy this beautiful message.
Here's the story!
My mother had only one eye ... I hated her ... because I was very ashamed.
She worked as a cook at the school where she studied, to support the family.
One day I was in high school, she came to see how my studies were going.I felt so ashamed. How could she do this to me?
I ignored her and looked at her with much hatred.
The next day, my classmates made fun of me:"Your mother has only one eye hua, hua, hua."
Then I wanted to die and my mother would disappear from my life FOREVER!
When I returned home, I confronted her and said, "You have made me the laughingstock of the whole class." Why do not you die?
But he did not answer me!
I felt no remorse, because I was very angry. I did not care about his feelings. I wanted to leave that place.
I studied well, they gave me the scholarship and I went to Singapore.
That's how it went. I left, I studied, I got married, I bought a house.
I had children and I lived very happy with my family!In one day, my mother came to visit me. Since many years went by without our seeing each other and had never seen their grandchildren before!
She stood in front of the door, and my children began to laugh at it.
I yelled:"How dare you come here to scare my children?" Get out and go now!
She said calmly, "I'm sorry, I think I made a mistake." And it vanished ...
Time passed, and I received a letter from the school, it was an invitation for a family reunion.
I lied to my wife informing her that she was traveling because of work. At the end of the meeting, I went to the house we used to live in before. (Only for curiosity).
I was informed by the neighbors that my mother ... died !!
I did not shed a single tear!
They handed me a letter, it was like my mother's.He would say: "Dear son, I thought a lot about you." I'm sorry to come to Singapore and scare your children ... that was not my intention. I was very happy to hear you were going to that meeting. But I could not get out of bed to come and see you. I'm sorry to embarrass you in your life on several occasions. You know ... when you were little you had an accident and you lost an eye! And like every mother, I could not let you grow with one eye. And that's why ... I gave you my eye! And I was happy and proud that my son could see the world with my eye! With all my love!!! Your mother!!!
Moral:
After that very painful letter to the son he has no other to cry and think how much he regrets to make her suffer the mother. He continued his life with his wife and children and always remembering his precious mother who touched his heart, after so much anger.
Please do not be ungrateful, and think that your parents gave you many things that other people do not have another chance to get.
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