For those who care:
Big big mistake. I should learn to control my mouth more often. I said something I shouldn't have. Deep down inside I was thinking VACHE VACHE VACHE, je la deteste, je veux la tuer, vraiment. So when dreamy called me to share with me the oh-so good news about Vache, I blurted out what was on my mind. La VACHE'S face was horrified. I did share my fake warmest wishes (notice the oxymoron), but I felt as if destiny had slapped me hard in the face.
First thought: GOD, why are you punishing me.
Second thought: Here we go again!
Third thought: I'm a nasty cow myself, shouldn't have said that. I hope GOD forgives me and doesn't punish me. I hope this doesn't come around back at me.
If someone hurts you, there's a 1/3 chance of forgetting the incident and getting over it. You see, it all depends on the type of shock resistance your mind is programmed to. Some people get over a slap no matter how many times it is repeated. Their minds are programmed to erase the incident and replace it with another memory easily. Lucky are those whose minds are programmed in such a way. They get over breakups, heartaches, and perils easily.
I made a mistake. I felt guilty about it. I normally am never spiteful of others. I have no right to look down on others because just as GOD gave me all these fortunes he can easily take them away from me in a second.
Then I ask myself and I ask you: Are we considered evil if we happily dwell on our enemies' miseries? According to what I know and witness, we all become glad when we find ourselves 'better' than those we despise. It's normal human nature. Remove religion and tradition and we'll all be animals. So tell me, as the third person, would you consider me the bad one?
I sigh, frown, sigh again and remind myself for the gazillionth time: GOD has a plan. And I truly hope it works out for MY benefit.
For those who do not care:
A story dream told me about. I decided to share it with you because I got a constricted throat when I heard it.
((((There once was a woman who was infertile. She went to Moses and requested him to pray to GOD that he blesses her with healthy children. Moses did that and in the middle of his prayers, the angels whispered to him: Her destiny is to remain infertile. Sad, Moses never told her about this revelation. And the poor old woman kept on wishing and hoping for a child to fill her days with joy.
Months passed and Moses saw the woman one day heavily pregnant. Surprised, he went to ask the angels about this incident. The angel's reply was:
Destiny shouted: infertile. The woman's counter shouts in despair were: Lord the Kindest. Her wishes came true. They defied destiny and re-wrote it. ))))
And the moral is: (Only strong prayers can re-write destiny)
Inspire me as I inspire you, please.
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
Big big mistake. I should learn to control my mouth more often. I said something I shouldn't have. Deep down inside I was thinking VACHE VACHE VACHE, je la deteste, je veux la tuer, vraiment. So when dreamy called me to share with me the oh-so good news about Vache, I blurted out what was on my mind. La VACHE'S face was horrified. I did share my fake warmest wishes (notice the oxymoron), but I felt as if destiny had slapped me hard in the face.
First thought: GOD, why are you punishing me.
Second thought: Here we go again!
Third thought: I'm a nasty cow myself, shouldn't have said that. I hope GOD forgives me and doesn't punish me. I hope this doesn't come around back at me.
If someone hurts you, there's a 1/3 chance of forgetting the incident and getting over it. You see, it all depends on the type of shock resistance your mind is programmed to. Some people get over a slap no matter how many times it is repeated. Their minds are programmed to erase the incident and replace it with another memory easily. Lucky are those whose minds are programmed in such a way. They get over breakups, heartaches, and perils easily.
I made a mistake. I felt guilty about it. I normally am never spiteful of others. I have no right to look down on others because just as GOD gave me all these fortunes he can easily take them away from me in a second.
Then I ask myself and I ask you: Are we considered evil if we happily dwell on our enemies' miseries? According to what I know and witness, we all become glad when we find ourselves 'better' than those we despise. It's normal human nature. Remove religion and tradition and we'll all be animals. So tell me, as the third person, would you consider me the bad one?
I sigh, frown, sigh again and remind myself for the gazillionth time: GOD has a plan. And I truly hope it works out for MY benefit.
For those who do not care:
A story dream told me about. I decided to share it with you because I got a constricted throat when I heard it.
((((There once was a woman who was infertile. She went to Moses and requested him to pray to GOD that he blesses her with healthy children. Moses did that and in the middle of his prayers, the angels whispered to him: Her destiny is to remain infertile. Sad, Moses never told her about this revelation. And the poor old woman kept on wishing and hoping for a child to fill her days with joy.
Months passed and Moses saw the woman one day heavily pregnant. Surprised, he went to ask the angels about this incident. The angel's reply was:
Destiny shouted: infertile. The woman's counter shouts in despair were: Lord the Kindest. Her wishes came true. They defied destiny and re-wrote it. ))))
And the moral is: (Only strong prayers can re-write destiny)
Inspire me as I inspire you, please.
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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