desolve: It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

desolve:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

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  • May 14
  • , 2013

Bay gio minh van chua the quen duoc voi thuc te rang minh da nghi viec, minh dang that nghiep va ngay ngay se phai check cac trang tuyen dung. That la dot ngot. Du rang minh van quan tam den cong ty cu, van nhiet tinh tra loi cac cu dien thoai lien quan den cong viec cu, minh that su thay chan ngan khi duoc nghe ke lai may chuyen. Buon cuoi. Sao minh de tin nguoi khac the nhi? Ai ma ngo duoc may loi minh nghe thay toan la gia doi. Minh thay bi da kich ghe gom. Nhung tuong da hieu ro, cuoi cung van mac lua. Hah! Du sao thi, it ra doi voi nguoi con lai, minh van tin rang tat ca nhung dieu tot dep da tung xay ra, tat ca nhung hanh dong, loi noi deu la chan thanh, khong chut vu loi. Minh van luon cau mong moi dieu tot lanh se den voi him, mong him luon vung vang truoc nhung kho khan hien tai va nhung song gio trong tuong lai ma minh vo tinh duoc nhin thay truoc, mong him luon manh me vi bay gio him buon ba, yeu duoi thi co ai nhin thay nua… Tiec rang khong con co the di cung him duoc nua. Khong ho tro him duoc nua, duong nhien minh cung mat luon quyen duoc him bao ve. :) Minh khong gian, cung den luc phai tu di tiep roi. Con duong phia truoc cua minh the nao, thuc su cung chua nhin thay ro nua…

  • May 13
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  • April 27
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  • April 27
  • , 2013

You looked so lonely being alone in your place with your headphone on. You gently smiled when I came in, that looked a bit sad though. Maybe I was just imagining things.

What were you listening at that time? With your headphone on, it should feel like the world was all to your own without anyone else. That is freedom or loneliness?

Can I just once be part of that world?

Can I?

What I actually said was just “Bye bye” though.

  • April 24
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  • April 14
  • , 2013

I remember once he suddenly said: “Recently I can’t take care of you, are you still ok?”. I knew what “take care” in his words meant. Nothing personal I guess. I foolishly replied: “No need to take care of me. Just abandon me (like you’re doing).” I simply said what I thought in the opposite way, just like what I usually do to him, mostly to hide my feelings.

I always half want to be taken care and protected by him half want to be independent. His warmth is irresistible yet I still need to grow up and be totally fine without him, in case he will not walk together with me anymore (surely that’s what will happen). I guess I’ve grown up a lot and now if he’s not by my side I still can do everything right, lots of difficulty but fine in the end. However, I realized even when I can be independent, sometimes I still really need to consult him, or just need the feeling of security that he’s somewhere around. Actually, like now, I miss him. Last time he was away, it was almost a week, Now it’s just the same but feeling like it’s dragging longer. I really don’t know if I can restrain myself anymore…

Oh, and just discovered there’s another nice guy around. LOL. 

  • April 13
  • , 2013

Sự buồn bực của một người được thể hiện bằng những lời lớn tiếng có thể khiến mình suy nghĩ rất lâu, buồn cũng lâu vì tâm trí thường cứ replay mãi những lời ấy. Giờ thì thấy sự buồn bực tức giận đó thể hiện bằng những câu nói trầm, ngắn và thậm chí là sự im lặng lại càng có tính sát thương cao hơn. 

Buồn. Thực ra không hẳn buồn vì sự tức giận của người khác, chỉ buồn vì đột nhiên lại thấy bản thân mình như là có lỗi, như là kém cỏi chẳng ra gì. Mình chẳng bao giờ đạt được đúng như sự mong đợi của người khác, hay là mình chẳng bao giờ đạt được đúng như sự mong đợi của chính bản thân mình?

  • April 5
  • , 2013

escapekit:

Memo Randoms

Texas-based designer Jason Franzen has created a series of posters that highlight proper etiquette in modern workspaces. 

(via jig-sawpuzzle)

  • April 5
  • , 2013