Life is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.- Jose Ortegay Gasset
In fantasy, we can be all-powerful—invincible in conflict and irresistible in love—an omnipotent force in an imagined universe where even the laws of physics cease to apply. Imagine flying, moving mountains, traveling to the far side of the galaxy at faster than light speed. The mind can do these things without breaking a sweat. Our bodies are confined by limitations and laws on all sides, but in our imaginations, we can be free.
Imagine you have a single chance to freeze time and walk about the world as if it were a wax museum. You can do whatever you like. Just what is it you would like to do before the clock’s hand thaws?
Source: Kokology - The Game of Self-Discovery
Hugging is healthy. It helps the immune system, cures depression, reduces stress and induces sleep. It’s invigorating, rejuvenating and has no unpleasant side effects. Hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug.
Hugging is all natural. It is organic, naturally sweet, no artificial ingredients, non-polluting, environmentally friendly and 100 percent wholesome.
Hugging is the ideal gift. Great for any occasion, fun to give and receive, shows you care, comes with its own wrapping and, of course, fully returnable.
Hugging is practically perfect. No batteries to wear out, inflation-proof, nonfattening, no monthly payments, theft-proof and nontaxable.
Hugging is an underutilized resource with magical powers. When we open our hearts and arms we encourage others to do the same.
Think of the people in your life. Are there any words you’d like to say? Are there any hugs you want to share? Are you waiting and hoping someone else will ask first? Please don’t wait! Initiate!
- Charles Faraone
We need four hugs a day for survival, eight hugs a day for maintenance, and twelve hugs a day for growth.
- Virgina Satir
Being engrossed in chasing the lights in your thoughts, you didn't realize when your best friend drove up and stood at the door. She brought a Christmas gift for you: A vase of pink lotus flowers made of beautiful fabric. You think to yourself, "What could be warmer than having a vase of pink lotus in the middle of winter?" You struggled to find a suitable place to put the vase in your home.
Which place do you choose?
By the airy and romantic windowOn dad's desk
Put it in the kitchen so mom can cook while looking at the flowers
Placed in the middle of a bright living room
Failure is only the opportunity to begin again more intelligently.
- Henry Ford
Imagine you are on the road to your dream house.
1. The road you are walking on is:
Wide and spacious, with cool trees on both sides.It is a road in the middle of a bumpy ravine, but the mountain scenery is very attractive.
The trail goes through a mountain. The field is empty, the sun is shining overhead.
2. You walk while listening to music, waving a bunch of keys in your hand. That is:
Old key.New key.
3. At the end of the road, you go into the forest. Suddenly a tiger jumps out to threaten you. You will:
When in a pinch, the best course of action is to flee.Seeing a tree log around, you grab it and throw it at the tiger. No matter what, you're about to be attacked, so it's better to fight heroically.
You climb a very high tree, tie yourself to the tree and take a nap, waiting for the tiger to go away.
4. After escaping the tiger, you will continue your journey to the house. That is the inheritance you receive. That house:
Big, beautiful, majestic, comfortable.Ordinary, nothing special.
Ancient, full of strange mysteries.
5. How many windows do you want that house to have?
Less, you don't want to have to close and open windows all day.Just enough.
The more the better. You really like the window frames.
Bright electric lights, full of funny or warm colors, flashing or pensive, are all signs of human life. On special occasions such as Christmas or New Year, the lights are even more meaningful to signal the joy of gathering or show the bustling atmosphere that surrounds everyone. You are sitting at home waiting for your best friend coming and hanging out on Christmas Eve. You rest your chin and dreamily think about the meaning of the lights in your life.
Close your eyes for a few seconds, and what kind of lights do you think of?
Street lightsTable lamp
Mount ceiling lights
Chandeliers
They huddled inside the storm door - two children in ragged outgrown coats.
"Any old papers, lady?”
I was busy. I wanted to say no - until I looked down at their feet. Thin little sandals, sopped with sleet.
"Come in and I'll make you a cup of hot cocoa." There was no conversation. Their soggy sandals left marks upon the hearthstone.
Cocoa and toast with jam to fortify against the chill outside. I went back to the kitchen and started again on my household budget...
The silence in the front room struck through to me. I looked in.
The girl held the empty cup in her hands, looking at it. The boy asked in flat voice, "Lady... are you rich?”
"Am I rich? Mercy, no!" I looked at my shabby slipcovers.
The girl put her cup back in its saucer - carefully. "Your cups match your saucers." Her voice was old with a hunger that was not of the stomach.
They left then, holding their bundles of papers against the wind. They hadn't said thank you. They didn't need to. They had done more than that. Plain blue pottery cups and saucers. But they matched. I tested the potatoes and stirred the gravy. Potatoes and brown gravy - a roof over our heads - my man with a good steady job - these things matched, too.
I moved the chairs back from the fire and tidied the living room. The muddy prints of small sandals were still wet upon my hearth. I let them be. I want them there in case I ever forget again how very rich I am.
- Marion Doolan
There was a great man who married the woman of his dreams. With their love, they created a little lovely girl.
When the little girl was growing up, the great man would hug her and tell her, “I love you, little girl.” The little girl would pout and say, “I’m not a little girl anymore.” Then the man would laugh and say, “but to me, you’ll always be my little girl.”
The little girl who-was-not-little-anymore decided to leave her home and went into the world. As she learned more about herself, she learned more about the man. One of his strengths was his ability to express his love to his family. It didn’t matter where she went in the world, the man would call her and say, “I love you, little girl.”
The day came when the little girl who-was-not-little-anymore received an unexpected phone call. The great man was damaged. He had had a stroke. He couldn’t talk, smile, walk, hug, dance or tell the little girl who-was-not little-anymore that he loved her.
And so she went to the side of the great man. When she walked into the room and saw him, he looked small and not strong at all. He looked at her and tried to speak, but he could not. The little girl did the only thing she could do. She sat next to the great man, and drew her arms around the useless shoulders of her father. Her head on his chest, she thought of many things. She remembered she had always felt protected and cherished by the great man. She felt grief for the loss she was to endure, the words of love that had comforted her.
And then she heard from within the man, the beat of his heart. The heart beat on, steadily unconcerned about the damage to the rest of the body. And while she rested there, the magic happened. She heard what she needed to hear.
His heart beat out the words that his mouth could no longer say… I love you, little girl… I love you, little girl… and she was comforted.
- Patty Hansen
A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with the relish to run the race to the finish and win.
All, that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and paused. Then they all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down's syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, "This will make it better." Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line.
Everyone in the stadium stood and the cheering went on for ten minutes.
- Bob French




















