Friendship . . .

. . . is you.
. . . is love.
. . . is shared.
. . . is forgiving.
. . . is understanding.
. . . is shared secrets.
. . . heals many hurts.
. . . is not judgmental.
. . . is shared laughter.
. . . is slow and steady.
. . . can be angry at times.
. . . is dependable and true.
. . . is more precious than silver or gold.
. . . is meant to be savored like fine wine.
. . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.
. . . does not hold grudges or demand perfection.
. . . makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow.
. . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.
. . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times.
. . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden.
. . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds.
. . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.
. . . is a cherished moment of mutual understanding.
. . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.
. . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day.
. . . is sunshine through the clouds.
. . . cannot be forced or induced.
. . . is relaxed and comfortable.
. . . is a shoulder to lean on.
. . . is an ear to whine to.
. . . gets better with age.
. . . is shared tears.
. . . is shared pain.
. . . is shared joy.
. . . is shared.
. . . is love.
. . . is you.

Enemy or Friends?


Once upon a time there was a non-conformist sparrow. So steadfast was its conviction that, even on the onset of winter, it decided not to fly south like the rest of the flock.

Soon, the weather turned very cold. At last, the sole remaining sparrow reluctantly decided to fly south. Soon after, ice began to form on its wings and the poor little bird fell to the ground near a barnyard, and almost frozen.

The sparrow thought this was the end. As it prepared to take the last breath, a cow passed by and crapped on the little bird. The sparrow now thought this was really the end, but the manure, somehow warmed it up and defrosted its wings.

Warm and happy and able to breathe again, the sparrow began to sing. The barnyard cat, hearing the chirping, came to investigate. When the cat cleared away the manure, it found the sparrow, and wasted no time feasting upon it.

There are three morals to this story:

1. Everyone who shits on you is not always your enemy.

2. Everyone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.

3. If you’re warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut!













Everybody Somebody Anybody Nobody

Once upon a time there were 4 men named:
Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody.

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.

But Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.

Anybody could have done it. But Nobody did it.

Somebody got angry about it, because it was Everybody‘s job.

Everybody thought that Anybody could do it,
and Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody
and Nobody did the job that Anybody could have done in the first place.

At last report, these 4 men were still arguing and the job they were supposed to do still wasn’t done.

不知足 怨天尤人:八种心态活得累

不知足 怨天尤人:八种心态活得累