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Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father’s Advice to His Son

A very nice advice for all people. We all suffer from sometihng in life. Some suffer from illness, some from lies, some others from failing to reach their goals or from something else. The point is to know how to stand up after every fall. If we succeed this, every fall will be a new chance to become stronger and to reveal the better in us.

โ€œIf you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!โ€

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Annabel Lee ~ Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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No Fear of Falling

We don’t know what life will bring, but when we face problems or hard times in life, let’s be brave enough to stand strong! Let’s fight against the people who try to make us fall down and against all ups and downs of life by shouting I’VE NO FEAR OF FALLING! That time we’ll see how it works because the world will know then that we’re strong enough to overcome any hardship ๐Ÿ™‚

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Lovely Trees

I love these trees. They’re on my way to work and whenever I see them, I remember the strength of two. The thin tree leans her head to the stronger one and the other one hugs her. They are strong together and they make a beautiful view by standing by each other, don’t they? ๐Ÿ™‚

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Everyone smiles in the same language

How beautiful all the human beings are! Everyone has beautiful and different sides. To me, the differences are what make us who we are and beautiful. We all have feelings and all are the same to any person in the world. Sadness; any eyes give the same reaction to it with tears, happiness; everybody shows it by shining smiles on their faces, and it goes on like this for fear, anger, excitement, etc. These universal feelings show us that all humans are same indeed. But, we learn some other feelings from our environment. Hatred, racisim, fascism or any other destroying feelings are taught us by others. We were not born with the knowledge of them. They get bigger in the heart of some people, but as it is seen, these have never brought peace or happiness to the world. Only more wars and broken hearts hard to heal have left behind. Why don’t we use the easier way to heal everything? To make everything beautiful? So let’s grow the beautiful feelings inside for anyone else out there. So let’s kill the hatred that ruin the nature of human beings. We all cry, smile, laugh and feel the pain in the same way. There is no use in hurting or despising others. This world is easier and so nice to live just when we care for each other as we want others to behave towards us. So let’s use our feelings while trying to understand others, not the words of our language only ๐Ÿ™‚

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You And To-Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

With every rising of the sun
Think of your life as just begun.

The past has shrived and buried deep
All yesterdays–there let them sleep,

Nor seek to summon back one ghost
Of that innumerable host.

Concern yourself with but to-day;
Woo it and teach it to obey

Your wish and will. Since time began
To-day has been the friend of man.

But in his blindness and his sorrow
He looks to yesterday and to-morrow.

You and to-day! a soul sublime
And the great pregnant hour of time.

With God between to bind the train,
Go forth, I say–attain–attain.