及时的放手 会更快乐

仔细想来,我没有真正得到过。

一时间偶然拾到了一个美丽的洋娃娃,虽然很喜欢,但毕竟那不是我的,从来都不是。现在他在我的身边停留了一下而已,就感觉是自己的了,那太可笑了。

洋娃娃不见了,只不过是回到了原点。从没有到拥有,洋娃娃带给我了前所未有的喜悦。在我的世界里他就是最重要的,但是我却忘了,洋娃娃不属于我。

对于人,事,物,我当初也不曾拥有,失去了,还是当初原来的我。凡夫一点,只是心情不一样了。贪婪的欲望想让我抓着不要放手,执著的心让我耿耿于怀,可是我明白就算我没有失去,但也无法能保留到永远。

人会变,人会死,人会散。事会终,事会完,物会坏。。。

不肯放下,只会失去自己。

以前听过一个故事,山寺里有位高僧,他有一条狗唤作放下,每天早起高僧就会呼唤那只狗 "放下 放下" 有个过路的人很好奇,问高僧为什么叫这只狗的名字为放下,高僧说:你以为我真的是在叫那只狗吗,我是在告诉自己,要把放不下的放下。'

是呀,我们赤条条的来到这个世界上,没有什么是属于自己的。随着我们的成长,我们得到了很多原本就不属于我们的东西,而且得到的愈多欲望愈多,强求的就更多。要是有人让我们割舍一点的时候,就好想让自己失去了全世界。殊不知我们本来就很穷,穷到一无所有的。放下就成了永远也做不到的事情。

说了这么多,其实我也是凡人一个。很多很多事情放不下,但是至少今天我明白了那些美好的,原不属于我的。该放手该放下的时候就放手放下。作茧自缚是个很笨的办法。不会再为这些小事苛求自己了,即使做不到立地成佛,也要胸怀大海,一心向善。
 
 
过往不再,未来随缘,把握当下,一念万年。愿朋友们:身心自在,福慧圆满,利乐有情,行愿无尽!

Life is Hard but Let’s Keep our Mind Strong – like Them!


If you think you are unhappy, look at them


If you think your salary is low, how about her?


If you think you don't have many friends…


If you think study is a burden, how about her?


When you feel like giving up, think of this man


If you think you suffer in life, do you suffer as much as he does?


If you complain about your transport system, how about them?


If your society is unfair to you, how about her?


Enjoy life how it is and as it comes
Things are worse for others and is a lot better for us
There are many things in your life that will catch your eye
but only a few will catch your heart….pursue those…

Story for All Busy People

Source: Hilarious Videos @ Facebook

SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."
SON: "Oh! (With his head down).
SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?"
The father was furious.
DAD: "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

DAD: "Are you asleep, son?"

SON: "No daddy, I'm awake".
DAD: "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: "Oh, thank you daddy!"
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"

SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do.

"Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love? If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

Some things are more important.

Teaching Self-Worth

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered. “I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!” and, “I didn’t know others liked me so much,” were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. She nodded: “yes.” Then he said: “Mark talked about you a lot.”

After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

“We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.”

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.

“Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.”

All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.”

Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.”

“I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary.”

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: “I think we all saved our lists.”

That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day.
And we don’t know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.
Tell them, before it is too late.