Two children were sitting on a bench. One was the jokester and the other one the quiet one. They were approximate yet far away in mind and heart. That did not make them dissimilar one bit. The bench they were sitting on was old and worn out but still added a warm and homely atmosphere to it.
The jokester began his side of the story. ”Let’s thrash this bench down and run away” he suggested. ”It would be the perfect accidental thing you know. We would’ve proven how strong and insipid we are. The world would stare at us and yet no one would know” he continued.
After listening to his side of the story the quiet one would just say nothing and continue to sit there and carve something with her little cutting tool.
A few moments of time passed and the two of them just changed their side of the story and began creating something together. A heart shaped carving came out.
The jokester felt strongly that the perfect jest would be to offer that carving to bypassers as the ultimate healing work of art. Anyone who touched that carving would have realized their heart’s desires. Well, they both agreed and just told to whoever passed by to put their hand on the carving. Many got interested and slightly curious to try it out. The jokester kid smiled on the inside thinking how gullible people are to believe in something like this.
You know how Life is absolutely the finest jokester so it put the childish jest right in their faces. People would feel refreshed and renewed. They felt this sort of quiet jest going on inside them. They thanked the kids for being so ingenious and gifted.
Finally, the kids themselves were so busy making it that they forgot to put their little hands on it. One hand on the other and before you know it the jokester met the quiet one in one beautiful, unusual and united creation.
Borderline with sanity is what? Something called enjoyment. Pure and total abandonment. Well, folks, this is a beautiful story about love and enjoyment.
This is how it begins. When left alone to its imagination people would start wondering about their lives and the direction into which love unfolds. Some may call it soul searching yet some may see it as life’s U-turn. Beautiful people walking all around filled with hopes and dreams. How long does this journey last? For forever more and beyond. People may seem to know where their life is going and they question constantly. The only unanswered question is the question itself. A big question mark. If you want to discover what’s deep within you then you must let your question go unanswered unapologetically. Somehow everything works out just fine. You actually discover that life is the biggest discovery yet. All your fears fall to the side. You feel relieved. Life has a way of letting you know that all is truly well. Loving cards are thrown around the table. Life has thrown its first dice. You see who’s roulette is spinning and whose has stopped. The dice may be thrown and yet you breathe openly and freely. Nothing can break you. You feel the air caressing you.
Thank you beautiful Life for hearing this story out and for being the ultimate Dice Master.
In a small distant village there lived eight women. They all shared similar traits and characteristics. When it came down to laundry time they would all gather up and do the laundry in the nearby river. Their laughter was loud and contagious. Some of the women even sang.
Every day at noon they would all do the laundry together. It sort of became a ritual for them. One day as they were up and down their washing activity one of the women said: ”I’m enjoying this special time with all of you. I feel like we bond much easier when we are doing the washing together.” Upon hearing this another one replied: ”I couldn’t agree more. If someone can see us now they would think how united we all seem in our overall disposition. We are like the ultimate Infinity Sisters doing the laundry together. ”
Eventually, that village was called the Infinity Sisters Village due to its eighth number population.
Doing the washing represents a symbol for cleansing the soul and all the Infinity Sisters made it be an exercise in perfect cleanliness.
”A beautiful and a cheerful disposition can make wonders for just about everybody.” That’s what Mr. Laughingjoy stood for. ”One smile is enough to melt someone’s heart” he said.
As he was going through his days he had this amazing daily ritual of smiling to every object in his house. The cupboards, the chairs, the table, the TV, the remote control, the doors you name it. To a random spectator that would seem a little odd even crazy. He didn’t care for that. His motto was: smile to everything and everyone and make sure you don’t look back. Mr. Laughingjoy didn’t have time to indulge in curious bypassers. He was too busy smiling.
This is how he decided to live his life no matter what. One day during his walks he met the angriest person. It seemed as if this person was really having a temper-tantrum and was practically fuming. Mr. Laughingjoy knew the remedy right away. He looked at the person and then he listened to him carefully. He wasn’t the preacher type at all. There wasn’t a set of rules of what is right or wrong displayed in front of the person. Yet, he was inclined to impart something to his fellow man:
I understand how someone’s problems can overshadow their smiles. I was like that once. I was the frowniest person alive. Smiling was never on my list. But, once I realized how unhelpful frowning was I decided to switch to the opposite and stick with it. From that moment on it was like I switched a light inside of me. On the surface, I still witnessed certain challenges but a smile meant that I was trusting enough to surrender to it. It’s not that it’s difficult at first. The point is that smiling in tough times becomes the simplest things to do. I see you as a fellow man and I smile simply because I have to keep my light turned on at all times so that you can lighten up your burdens. This is why I always smile so that I can shine someone’s heart and lift them up.
A smile is like waking up. It seems bland in the morning but you get to do it every day without exhaustion.
Mr. Laughingjoy continued his walk as usual with a big wide smile on his face.
A man was sat on a stone crying. He was almost sobbing. The sun rays reflected his tears in the sky. A sad picture was painted all across that scene. The man seemed to have no hope for a better tomorrow. The paradox was that the stone he was sitting on had an engraving that said HoPe.
A little child came near him and wondered what is this gloomy spectacle all about. It was perplexing for the child to witness this. For a few minutes, the child just stared at him. The man was totally immersed in his grieving that he didn’t even notice the child.
Then suddenly, the child said: ”There’s HoPe here.”
The sweetest voice inspired his ascension. He looked up. The only thing he saw was a small loving hand pointing towards the engraving. He was baffled and disoriented. He was literally ”sitting on HoPe” yet he wasn’t even aware. It took a small child to point that out. HoPe made him smile. He looked into the child and caressed his little face.
”You’re a very good man. A very kind man. Your soul is very pure. How you see HoPe is what you HoPe for. ”
There was a girl named Terspent who lived in the now. She loved all the now technology. Bookface was her absolute favorite. While roaming through Bookface she came upon another girl named Spat. Something drew Terspent towards Spat. It was as if she knew Spat long before she came into the now. This is how their story began.
The interaction between them started quite nicely. They both had a lot to say to each other without even understanding why. During one of their auspicious conversations Spat said to Terspent:
– I’ve been watching you how you revel into this now technology and how much you enjoy posting pictures of yourself as the Planet and I realized that I had to come as a Bookface user so that I can make a few enlightening points.
– You see she continued, I’m your Past version of you and my real name is an anagram of Past. Spat is really Past. Where I come from there’s no Bookface or any now technology and my quest here is to show you that you can have fun with something and yet not overdo it. As your Past version, I feel that my coming here is going to help you realize how much of past you do and hold on to. Our interaction began as a sort of a vision quest where you finally discover that your name Terspent is another anagram but you have to figure that out for yourself.
After reading all of this Terspent answered:
– So what you’re saying is that my Past has come back in a manner of speaking just to remind me of how much I’ve lived in the Past before or how much I live in the Past now? This is a bit confusing for me honestly. Perhaps, our amazing relationship was predestined so that we both can meet in the now as two equal friends and not enemies. Yeah, that’s why I feel you as a friend that I’ve known for years. It’s almost like The Past meets The Pr….e. This is too surreal even for me but I’ve got to say it out loud or I feel like I’m going to explode. The Past meets The Present. Wow, this is some weird shit. Thank you so much Past for everything you taught me and especially for treating me as your best and closest friend. I really appreciate that.
Bookface was used as a platform where the Past could revisit the Present and have a heart to heart. It was also used so that the Present could realize how much of her Past Self she gave to that virtual platform.
One very spring day a man went on a small boat trip near his house. He was a fisherman. He had a slender figure and had the deepest green eyes you’ve ever seen. His boat was his constant companion. He enjoyed the simple life and was satisfied with the most ordinary things. The environment that was surrounding him was the reflection of his own simplicity.
Simplicity is actually richness. The fisherman knew how to enjoy his innate and God-given richness so he decided to embark on a fishing adventure. Once he found himself at the heart of the lake he waved his fishing rod straightforwardly. The quietness of the fishing act itself was contemplative. He could sit there for hours on end not feeling any pangs of sweet discontent. In order to really be a great fisherman he knew he had to possess the skill of stillness and patience. As he was sitting in his boat patiently he had a realization of the water being made of the same material he was. It gave him a comforting feeling that he was not alone.
That day he didn’t have much success. The fisherman didn’t care that much about fish. He only went there because it was the only place where he could unravel himself and literally dive deep within.
A small voice said to him: You don’t have to expect all at once to come your way. If you learn to be patient and still enough you’ll be like the fisherman in the distance having received a lifetime supply of fish. The art of getting as much fish as you want is learning the skill of being present with yourself which is what life is all about.