Sometimes, when I pray, I pray to God not let me stop trying ...
Ombwaya My name is Ronald, during my twelve years, I believe that dreams can be achieved. Or at least so I thought since I can remember.
Six years ago I arrived at my home now, where many other children without potatoes, we were, my two younger brothers and me as part of their family.
My mother, I can only relate a disease known as malaria, can not remember his face, eyes, or whether it was high. I do not remember her smile, and, thank God, no tears. I know it was called Lydia, I always thought it was a nice name.
My father I know him well, but with each passing day, I think I forgot some detail about it. I do not know how many teeth are lost, or had a significant mole on his warm black skin. Long time no see it. I do not think I've forgotten, not right now ... right now that I can not smile without prejudice.
like me With God speak very often, in the morning upon awakening, for a moment of inattention in school, while I do laundry, or help to cut the vegetables for dinner. God has always been with me, I know because I can feel it.
Peter Pan is my favorite movie. I like to believe that there are fairies in the magic dust that allows children to fly, and Neverland.
- Imagine. Playing football with cowboy boots travel a stranger gave me without knowing, paint red-roofed houses under a large sunny skies, laugh out loud with the conviction that I am happy, try to learn playing guitar, running adrift, and, above all, believe it is possible that being a child forever.
- Would not it be wonderful? - I used to ask the other children.
Life has taught me to live in two parallel worlds. Roland'm the child, and I am also, Ronald adults. From time to time, I think I'm playing as a child, and I've taken the liberty of asking my adult self, to wait for a moment as flight as Peter Pan in this distant country.
However, I know that Neverland does not exist. My adult self confessed me almost a whisper, while my child I tried to ignore him ... it was not possible.
normally not the type to stop fighting, but do not know why I'm struggling. I do not mind that part of me that cries out for recognition as a fallacy in that magical world of fairies, because I do believe in the future. I believe in change, and I think it is possible to achieve those dreams in the adult world in which I live, seem unattainable ...
Yesterday a white woman asked me what I want to be when I grow up.
- "Come on, we're in Kenya" - I thought at first instance.
However, it said. - And not just respond, as used by many children in my country, I responded with my child's heart, making sure that one day my wish came true.
- Pilot! -
Sometimes, when I pray, I pray to God not let me stop trying, that to achieve ...
Bananas y Mani
Hace poco un amigo me pidió que le contara el motivo que me llevó hasta África a hacer voluntariado, con la finalidad de publicarlo en una página web destinada a encontrar nuevos voluntarios, y, asímismo, de encontrar patrocinantes para dichos voluntarios; a continuación les contaré eso que le conté a él.
October 10, 2010
could start by saying that my name is Giuliana Ippoliti Bandes, I have twenty-four years old, I am Venezuelan, and I majored in International Studies in November of last year.
could narrow, too, that I have always been characterized by having a very idealistic vision of life. I am a positive woman who seeks to always seek ways to understand the causes and hazards of the world, without focus, or better, to put it differently, without engaging in the troubles that force many people to resign themselves to accept that the world will never change and that can not win this battle ancestral against evil, yeah! the evil that comes from the human hand, the human mind, which knows how to destroy building and knows very well these theorems to make money through the suffering of others ... being so, when - apparently without anyone noticing, hunger, became the business of hunger, diseases, the business of disease, poverty, the business of poverty and war, business of war. It was for this reason that some people became victims and victimizers other, leaving an empty space (but never forgotten) for helping those who decided to occupy.
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For this reason, and although it "could" begin to write these lines as I did, I would rather speak to you of follows:
I always had the conviction that to write any document you want to go to a "public" you should be careful to start with a sentence of impact, therefore, I invite them to reflect on the following statement.
"Because the world can be a better place to be"
Yes, to exist, not to live.
When in January this year, I decided to do volunteer work, I tried to give myself a thought that had the strength to help cope with any difficulties that come my way on the road, and even more for help me understand why I felt this need to help others.
I never thought I could earn a place in heaven for doing what I do, and I mention it now, because apparently, that's the first thing I think people who know me and know I'm in an orphanage in Africa doing voluntary work. Neither came to believe that could change everything bad that known to be here. I know perfectly that superheroes are on the books and science fiction films, and that reality, more idealistic than I am - is another. Even tried to travel in order to transform reality in which they lived thirty-two children from the Happy Home Orphanage, as the customs and culture are so indelible heritage in humans, as land is the territory constitutes a country.
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That was when I thought of the word exist.
Exist as human beings. Exist as a person. Living there. There dreaming.
But ...
What does exist? What do you need to exist? Is it possible to make the world a better place to be?
Some say that if all human beings have the devotion to provide a bit to exalt the word goodness and raise the very meaning of SER human, it could generate a very different reality from which we all know today, and I believe that. In the small changes, small results, and I think that these small variations in people's lives, is what represents the true point of impact.
So now what I mean is that, if he really has the desire to help others without expecting anything in return, you must ensure that this change does not absorb everything for you work, all what they believe, everything that you are.
Since I'm doing volunteer work at Happy Home I have seen how I've evolved to be with children, and how they have evolved to be with me, us, none, are the same.
With Jackie
And I am proud to write and tell you how I learned to live without the material was the most important factor in me every day. How much is little understood and little is much. As of the blue, the smile of a child fills you with joy the day of magic. As, to understand that the "impossible" has much more reality than any "possible" logical and absurd at the same time so distant and so obvious, so everything so undetected.
Irene Kavere
I learned that even without anything, you can be happy, that faith is the best shield against the evils and sorrows, and always , in adversity, there will be someone willing to help.
Afandi Night and went up and down playing with a piece of wood mounted on a stone.
However, "I want to be very clear in the following thought-when you have the desire to help others, should take into account that what I have been talking about helping to improve the "existence"
me explain:
Probably many of you know that Kenya is a country located in the East Africa, where more than half the population live, survive, with less than a dollar a day, is a country that has high impact on people with HIV, and that a large number of these people are children, who probably will not-even-to adulthood, is a country with high inflation rates, is a country besieged by political conflicts in some way have supported the acts of corruption with which some politicians are enhanced "first category", is a country where people do not live in big cities are supplied with water from rain or rivers, which is not processed, and thus often cause certain diseases, is a country haunted by malaria in all categories, is a poor, needy and sometimes, arguably, abandoned.
But numbers are numbers, hunger, pain and need not be measured in figures, the problems have to feel them, you have to live them, so, they can be understood.
Some know that part of the human being in need of motivation is the spirit.
is not only material help it. That is, is not donating school supplies to a school, it's going to school and teach. It is not about giving money to those who need it, teaching is work. It is not just giving away something, care about teaching.
So, as not everyone can devote his life to this work, you read me, you who want to help, can help many people who have decided to take the space who want to help to the needy, are able to do so.
Once he heard from Nelson Mandela to "Education is the most powerful weapon you can use to change the world", I start the same principle.
Live help is to give and forget.
exist is to help and teach you to remember.
Remember that is in your own hands to change whatever is necessary to achieve wellness.
Mi lema es enseñar, mi lema es creer que es posible.
GiulianaIppoliti - From Kenya: Why volunteer? When the Children
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Many of the Children Who Lived in Venezuela Called That distant kingdom, liked to spend Their hours of fun pretending to Be adults.
The Children Who Lived In That kingdom far far away, liked to play to be doctors, businessmen, teachers, journalists, or, in general, they like to choose the "profession" that their parents exercised.
Many of the children of the Kingdom of Venezuela believed that if you dreamed of being somebody in life -No matter how difficult it may seem- one day the dream would come true.
However, another group of children were not. These children had the need to combat what seemed that fate had proposed as a way of life, they had the challenge of transforming the future to make it much more adaptable to these fantasies that even as children they had. They didn’t have the social facilities that their parents could provide for learning and transform that children play on an adult reality… A reality that made them happy, capable and invincible as theses superhero that in the afternoon they watched on television.
To the satisfaction of many resource-poor farmers, their children, who had decided to go find Neverland, had returned with the story of how they managed to consolidate the feat to change their own stars, having struggled with the huge and evil dragon that some used to be called "conformity" and some others preferred name "resignation" and that all, absolutely all members of the different kingdoms far far away feared.
It was not an unfettered history, but some people believed, that who had the courage to dare, was very, very possible, that dreams of returning with a hand drawn and decorated with a great smile.
But the world had a lot of invisible borders, many different cultures, endless land, indelible generations, law, society, history...
For that reason, at times, it was necessary that people from different kingdoms, take a small moment of time to look beyond the mountains that surrounded their land.
Very far from that kingdom called Venezuela, was a kingdom called Kenya, where many white knights and unique maidens, had decided to travel to explore the wonders, that Kingdom from Kingdoms, they could hear about that place was called Kenya.
In that far, far away Kingdom -Black and surrounded by a history of colonization and battle between brothers and sisters, ethnically different, but at the end of the story, brothers and sisters- could hear how some lackeys have different life stories of those who lived there.
After trying to sail the seas to the land of the village of Stella, many outsiders were interested in learning about the cultures that made their Kingdoms so different, and the stories they had marked the life of the people.
Once, an old servant told the following story:
Aska Pili lived at the top of a hill at a place called Happy Home, she was a girl of about thirteen years old, tall and thin, excited eyes sparkled and a smile so huge as the immensity of the sea in its infinite consciousness. Abibo -whose real name was Dady- and Babu were the younger brothers of Aska; their, despite the friendship between brothers, maintained a close relationship with her older sister.
Aska was a small mom when it came to the relationship that she had with her younger siblings. Aska was an adult in the body of a child, a girl playing at being an adult.
In the evenings, when the children returned from the school, like all children who were living in Happy Home Orphanage, Aska was responsible for washing her own clothes, but also she had to wash clothes of her younger brothers. Almost always could be heard Aska shouting: "Abibooooooo" in order for her small brother to give her the dirty clothes, so she could start her routine.
Sometimes it seemed that Aska felt deeply the freedom of being a child when she was at school, but when she came home, somehow, was transformed into the adult woman who had a sincere devotion to the welfare of her brothers.
The children of the orphanage usually express that Aska capacity to love her brothers, because she always saw concerned about issues that concerned them.
Occasionally, some of Auntys caretakers for children in the orphanage, scolded Aska for see her cleaning the room when it was time for her brother Babu. Apparently, caring for their siblings, had become part of the routine that someone likes to call life, and feel good being with them, worry about them, and live for them, was all that mattered to this littler girl of thirteen years old, who likes to play at being an adult, who likes to play at being mother.
The small mom called Aska had won the heart of Aunty Giuliana, not only for demonstrate that love had no borders or paradigms, but by taking a role as beautiful and unique, to prove that life is nothing but the love you give to live it, and believe in their power to improve the welfare of her siblings, children at times, family always and forever.
Aunty Giuliana was quite proud of Aska, and she felt very grateful that this girl from the far, far away kingdom had betrayed her, even inadvertently, a message of love equals:
Do good without expecting anything in return, love without expecting anything in return, believe without expecting anything in return, dream without expecting anything in return, and live without expecting anything in return.
Aska Pili was a girl who lived a far, far away kingdom, huge, pure and needy, full of unfinished dreams, hope and great faith.
Aska Pili, was the girl who played at being an adult every day of her life, following, perhaps, the only example that the woman who gave her life, left her before she died, being a mother. A ska Pili, the mother, the sister, the friend, the partner, and, the child...
Was a wonderful human being, full of humility, gentleness, and great enthusiasm.
Many of the children who lived in that distant kingdom called Venezuela, liked to spend hours of fun pretending to be adults .
Children who lived in that kingdom far, far away, I liked to play doctors, businessmen, teachers, journalists, or, in general, chose to "exercise" the race than their parents exercised.
Many children the Kingdom of Venezuela, believed that if they dreamed of being somebody in life, in spite of everything, one day the dream would come true, however, another group of children was not. The latter had the need to combat what seemed that fate had proposed as a way of life, had the challenge of transforming the future to make it much more adaptable to these fantasies that even as children they had. Them, the less fortunate, in that sense not only to money-social facilities had their parents could provide for a learning and transform a race that children play on a reality adult a reality that made them happy, capable, and as invincible as the superhero in the afternoon saw on television.
to the delight of many resource-poor farmers, their children, who had decided to go find the never-never land, had returned with the story of how they managed to consolidate the feat to change their stars, having struggled with the huge dragon that some used to call "compliance" and some others preferred name "resignation" and that all, absolutely all members of the different kingdoms Far feared.
It was not an unfettered history, but who was said to have the courage to dare, was very, very possible, that dreams of returning with a hand drawn and decorated with a great smile.
But the world had a lot of invisible borders, many different cultures, endless land, indelible generations, law, society, history ...
For that reason, at times, it was necessary that persons of different Kingdoms will take a small moment of time to look beyond the mountains that surrounded his land.
Very, very far from the former United Venezuela called, was a kingdom called Kenya, where many white knights and maidens unique, had decided to travel to explore the wonders in the United Kingdom that could be heard to say that this place was called Kenya.
in that kingdom far-black and surrounded by a history of colonization and battle between brothers, ethnically different, but at the end of the brothers could hear some lackeys have different life histories of those who lived there .
After trying to sail the seas to the land of the village of Stellah, many outsiders were interested in learning about the cultures that made their kingdoms so different, and the stories they had marked the life of the people.
Once, we listened to an old servant told the following story:
A
ska Pili lived high on a hill in a place called Happy Home, she was a girl of about thirteen years old, tall and thin, excited eyes sparkled and a smile so huge as the immensity of the sea in infinite consciousness. Abib, whose real name was Dady, and Babu were the younger brothers of Aska; them, despite fellowship among brothers, they maintained a close relationship with her older sister.
Aska was a small mom when it came to the relationship he had with his younger siblings. Body was an adult child, a girl playing at being adults.
the evening, while returning from school, like all children living in Happy Home, Aska was responsible for washing their clothes, but also she had to wash clothes for younger siblings. Almost always could be heard shouting from the rooftops a thundering: "Abibooooooo" in order that the child give her dirty clothes, so she could start her routine.
sometimes gave the impression that Aska felt deeply the freedom of being a child when I was in college, but when he came home, somehow, was transformed into the adult woman who was sincere devotion to ensure the welfare of his brothers.
The orphanage children usually express openly that he had Aska capacity to love their brothers, for he seemed always concerned about issues that concerned them.
Occasionally, some of Auntys caregivers for children at the orphanage, I was struck to see her clean the room when it was time for his brother Babu.
apparently caring for their siblings, had become part of the routine that some like to call life, and feel good being with them, worry about them, and live for them, was all that mattered this girl of thirteen who played at being an adult, playing a mom.
The small mom had won the hearts of Giuliana aunty, not only to demonstrate that love had no boundaries or paradigms, but by taking a role as beautiful and unique, to prove that life is but the love you give to live, and believe in their power to improve the welfare of their siblings, children at times, family always and forever.
Giuliana Aunty was quite proud of Aska, and felt very grateful that this girl from the Far Realm that had betrayed him, even inadvertently, a message of love equals:
do good without expecting anything in return, to love without expecting anything in return, believe without expecting anything in return, dream without expecting anything in return, and live without expecting anything in return.
Pili Aska was a girl who lived a kingdom far, huge, pure y necesitado, lleno de sueños inconclusos, esperanza y mucha fe.
Aska Pili, era la niña que jugaba a ser adulta cada día de su vida, siguiendo, tal vez, el único ejemplo que le dejó la mujer que le dio la vida antes de morir, ser madre.
Aska Pili, la mamá, la hermana, la amiga, la compañera, la niña…
Era un ser humano maravilloso, lleno de humildad, ternura, y mucha ilusión.
seem a little crazy to write a post about the day he returned from Nairobi, without telling what I did in Nairobi, but I can not wait, it was a dream, it was magic, was a of the best times of my life.
I promise that I will speak of Nairobi, for all there time in this life.
Nairobi yesterday came about half past seven in the evening, at that time of day that people from the orphanage said it was dangerous to be in the street, although I still find myself Venezuela more dangerous- at that time that the orphanage children are finishing dinner and getting ready to do homework, then, at that moment.
When I saw the orphanage Sheilla far away, inside the house, reading a poster of those that hang on the wall ... and a tendency to whisper scream pronounce his name as I hid behind the plants that adorn the facade of the building ... I heard running.
kept walking toward the kitchen where I supposed, by the time-should be the most children, and it was.
When they saw me they started running towards me to greet me with a hug.
was a magical moment, a moment of pure love, enthusiasm, gratitude, much more than mere feelings.
He was one of the best moments of my life, those who hope never never forget. I hope to always remember, as now, almost in tears, his heart tightened, raised with love to a thousand.
mietras Sheilla hugged and kissed me a third time, Collins came up to me to tell me that they were now either because I was back.
Maybe I'm wrong, but I know that probably most people read the title of this note think at first, I wanted to dedicate these lines to the gentle feeling of wait patiently for a better future.
I, on the contrary, I decided to write about hope, the first word that came to my mind was Change.
And with this word, a lot of questions with answers quite concerning, began to rave in my head.
What is the change? What changed? Is change always good?
And I also thought, on the following word: Wait.
course not without asking:
How good can be for a person to spend your life waiting for something?
When you try to google for the meaning of the word "hope" you can find pages web with the following messages:
"Hope is not pretending that there are no problems, the confidence of knowing that these are not eternal, that the wounds will heal and overcome the difficulties"
But ... what if not? What if we go the whole life hoping things improve?
speak of hope in Africa is to talk about faith, and faith, believe me, is the ruler of the life of the citizens who inhabit this land "black", so vast and beautiful at the same time, so pure and holy so lacking ... So full of hope.
could write the following statement: "People who wait."
And give them a few seconds to think about it ...
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Ready?
what I already thought about it, and it seems cruel. Are people waiting What?
could tell you something about hope when in the hands of those seeking change. For example, when someone wants a bigger house or a new car, when someone wants to travel abroad or start a business ... When the conditions of the place (Country, State / Town) where you live lend themselves to hope one day you no longer want and then become reality ... , hope could be mere motivation to seek a change in the lives of those who so desire.
However, in many cases is not so fairy tale like I wrote above ... Sometimes people cling to impossible, sometimes, the desire you feel for something, it lets you see other possibilities, and so, a lot of paradoxes treated only with foolish to return the result unhappy survivors.
But in another case.
Africa
What hopes?
hopeful What does living in a country like Kenya?
go to sleep dreaming of the day tomorrow will be different, that someone will, and without any particular interest, give you food. Which for some reason, God will send a kind soul will take the child in need and will a developed country where you can have a better lifestyle. What, out of nowhere, you will receive financial assistance to address whatever shortcomings that prevent you from leaving this misdeed that some like to call hope.
And yes, I do not agree with talk of hope in a continent like Africa.
It seems unfair that people cling to an impossible, for a better tomorrow, a different future ... It sounds like blasphemy, when the church rises prayers of hope for poor people receive no more than that, prayers .
Perhaps, for the people here is somewhat different, because they have the need to believe in God, pray, knowing that they are heard and that hunger, AIDS, malaria or some ethnic war, not give them the free pass to that other life, which by the way, several others are hopeful have.
I've always said that people have the need to believe that there is someone superior, who listens and can help them, and I accepted that in special circumstances, that "someone" is not only a divine being ... That's , why so much war in the world. Because, for example, when people began to worship a leader with the hope that this will provide a better future, most of the time, those same adulation end with blood.
is not easy to put your hope in the hands of another person, but it is even harder, put your hope in your own hands, knowing that, most likely, be impossible to seek a change.
And perhaps it is right, that of hope to the people saying that one day, who knows when, everything will be different, I do not know, I do know is that I find absolutely appalling.
But on the other side ...
And the people who agree?
Those who know they have no possibility of change, you know they were born poor and die poor, and the know that their quality of life will not improve, those who accept their world as it is, who thank God for being alive, to breathe and get enough to survive day after day ... These, Are they not human beings worst impossible dream? Are they frustrated by conforming with potential? Are extracts of absences? Are paradoxes of existence? Are they strangers? Are they human?
Searching google also found that:
"Although we live in a house of forty rooms, surrounded by riches and servants, or fight every month to pay the rent. We have the power to be fully satisfied and live a life with true meaning "
Sometimes when we think we are so successful in our reasoning, we should pause a moment to think of others. But beware, not those others who have at hand, not your friends or neighbors, I mean the other, the other fellow to make with you, this is known as the human race. Yes, those that are thousands of miles of you, those of different cultures, different skin such, those who ignore them.
And I want to I really want to analyze the fragment of the paragraph that I got on google.
seeing:
Masion own or rented house ... in the specific case of Kenya, some people are homeless, some others have houses made of clay or plastic bags. But wait, in Venezuela as well, as in many Latin American, African, Asian, and in certain special cases in the U.S. and Europe.
Aha ...
"Having a life with true meaning"
Who knows what the true meaning of life, I beg you, please leave me a comment on this post explaining it. work, marry and have children ... It is not an option.
Which is going to last forever and no.
Again I had an idea in the middle of the night, and is, apparently, my unconscious need to be heard, when the rest of the body you want rest. For me, that's fine, as long as I give good material, and, of course, after writing the idea to go back to sleep without thinking about anything else.
Since I am in Kenya I like to think about the tricks and hazards of life in a less political, more humane ... for that reason, perhaps, my sleepy I given for thinking of happiness as a paradigm of life.
is because, let's think together for a moment, who is not breathing on trying to find that path that will lead to everlasting happiness, the Holy Grail of the human body in its more emotional, more psychic, more intangible ... yes, more human.
Happiness, nine letters that make you look at infinity like a baby ... the desire chest squared, the assumption must be that rarely is the perpetual quest for Utopia in Homer's Odyssey is ... everything is nothing, is nothing ... It's trying to be all imagination, is fantasy, is truth and a lie, and also draft, but the incomprehensible the matter is that it can be disappointed, yes, same as we read, can be failure, disappointment, loss and sadness ... I had thought of this?
ever had the desire to "perennial" to achieve a goal which, according to the make-yourself immensely happy, but felt after reaching void that disturbs your emotional stability to know that finally fulfill a wish that did not make you happy, and that always need something more ... something more
is when you understand that the search never ends.
No, there is no magic dust or Neverland, there are no Kings and Fairy Godmothers, there are no potions or antibiotics ... There is nothing to induce perpetual happiness in the body of a human being dissatisfied.
But ...
If there are perfect moments that make you smile as if you were a toddler.
If there are eyes that speak only to give you a sigh of satisfaction.
hugs If you are clothed a security blanket almost divine.
If kisses are inviting you to skip the stars in a sky that becomes very small compared to both empty feeling of excitement that fills every atom of your body.
Of course there is happiness, the thing is that we-humans-we want to make that happiness lasting a chain of events.
But come, let's think otherwise. To be happy or to feel the happiness with all property, need not be happy ... And maybe, is costing me a little explaining. Let
absences ...
For example, when you feel hungry and then eat, you feel like your teeth chew on anxiety booms piece of food home, you feel like your tongue taste the different flavors and, like, your throat welcomes the food that will blend with the hunger satisfaction then it will become ... happiness. That same happiness is short, it becomes forgotten as if it were the wind throughout trees, that reminds you that for a moment of the day, in a moment of life ... you were happy.
And so in all cases ... so happy knowing that you necessarily have to recognize when you're not happy ... and maybe it is somewhat selfish, that to feel happy from time to time, but hey, it was never easy to find the lost treasure on the deserted island.
On the other hand, when this morning it occurred to me write about the pragmatic tendency to pursue happiness, the little person that lives in my head told me of two types of happiness, that lasts forever, which lasts only seconds . As the second we've talked enough, it's time to look into happiness trend almost mythological life.
happiness is hard to talk about being in Africa, hopefully not too late now as I write, it is difficult to determine if people in Kenya would make them happy have a new pair of shoes or a new Blackberry, or whether, on the other hand, a plate of food would be enough to cover with a sheet invisible that feeling of absence that would allow them to know they are happy because they smile ... smile with my eyes, with their lips, with the soul.
is difficult to determine whether a promotion at work, an expensive dinner with the person you love, or buy a suit for more than half the salary you earn, would make them happy makes us happy as us. You may be working, dining, and texture have enough clothes to keep warm in the cold breath of a rainy night, is enough to make you forget the absence and begin to feel that, that same should be the happiness in moments, you believe Take away you live in a perfect world.
And it makes me know if they, like us, smile, to go to a surgeon after working during the period necessary to raise the millions it costs to increase the size of the breasts, or reshape the nose because we like the genetic mix that sought our parents, or themselves, for they would have to pay for the pills that would give their sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, or family, a moment of life, a very short battle against AIDS a day, week, month ... LIFE.
I do not know, maybe a thing of mine, and not that I want to criticize one of the cultures, but sometimes we are so selfish, and eye, not with them, the Africans, because I know we can not be slopes of each person with a deficiency in the world, we are selfish with ourselves ... we focus too much on the material in unfinished moments of happiness, happiness is not forever, happiness is not a lie, we settle with the disagreement that leads us to seek a happiness that will never be complete ... and that, my friends, am saddened.
Now let's talk about the differences.
For example:
say I love you after a kiss on your soul diffused in the soul of your lover is not the same as saying I love you after your lover gave away something very expensive.
Feeling good after you ascend on the job because your salary was raised substantially, it is not the same thing did you feel satisfied that our own efforts what both wanted.
glad it did it very expensive to buy the pills to help you stay alive, is not the same as cheering just because you're alive.
And yes, all these examples are directly related, but-and this is important eye-l difference is in how to approach the happiness you feel ... if you focus on the material, believe me, you're never satisfied.
Perhaps when you have nothing is easier to understand how you can be happy with little.
Perhaps, out of nowhere comes the appreciation when something makes you smile.
Perhaps it is not feasible to be unhappy when you're so poor.
Or maybe it is shameful to be unhappy when you have it all.
Actually, I do not know, do any of you that read these lines you know?
's not easy to understand why he is happy and why not ... For me, the perpetual happiness is that you feel when you remember what made you happy, is to move you to the moment where you codeaste with happiness and You took his hand in gratitude ... You think about what you feel when you hug your mother, that time long ago, and no longer remember why. You travel into the past of feeling, no matter what.
Happiness is feeling ... is to feel what you felt, you feel it again.
perpetual happiness never was and never will ... material happiness is that you keep silent and suspicion, that happiness is not worth a penny, do you feel without touching, is what it is and not see ...
Happiness, yes, nine letters that try to combine all our lives to feel, only that
