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Perstory

Once there was a king who had presented his daughter, the princess, with a beautiful diamond necklace. The necklace was stolen and his people in the kingdom searched everywhere but could not find it. Some said a bird might have stolen it. The king then asked them all to search for it and put a reward for $50,000 for anyone who found it.

One day a clerk was walking home along a river next to an industrial area. This river was completely polluted, filthy and smelly. As he was walking, the clerk saw a shimmering in the river and when he looked, he saw the diamond necklace. He decided to try and catch it so that he could get the $50,000 reward. He put his hand in the filthy, dirty river and grabbed at the necklace, but some how missed it and didn’t catch it. He took his hand out and looked again and the necklace was still there. He tried again, this time he walked in the river and dirtied his pants in the filthy river and put his whole arm in to catch the necklace. But strangely, he still missed the necklace! He came out and started walking away, feeling depressed.

Then again he saw the necklace, right there. This time he was determined to get it, no matter what. He decided to plunge into the river, although it was a disgusting thing to do as the river was polluted, and his whole body would become filthy. He plunged in, and searched everywhere for the necklace and yet he failed. This time he was really bewildered and came out feeling very depressed that he could not get the necklace that would get him $50,000.

Just then a saint who was walking by, saw him, and asked him what was the matter. The clerk didn’t want to share the secret with the saint, thinking the saint might take the necklace for himself, so he refused to tell the saint anything. But the saint could see this man was troubled and being compassionate, again asked the clerk to tell him the problem and promised that he would not tell anyone about it. The clerk mustered some courage and decided to put some faith in the saint. He told the saint about the necklace and how he tried and tried to catch it, but kept failing. The saint then told him that perhaps he should try looking upward, toward the branches of the tree, instead of in the filthy river. The clerk looked up and true enough, the necklace was dangling on the branch of a tree. He had been trying to capture a mere reflection of the real necklace all this time.

Moral of the story:

Material happiness is just like the filthy, polluted river; because it is a mere reflection of the TRUE happiness in the spiritual world.

We can never achieve the happiness we are looking for no matter how hard we endeavor in material life. Instead we should look upwards, toward God, who is the source of real happiness, and stop chasing after the reflection of this happiness in the material world. This spiritual happiness is the only thing that can satisfy us completely.

Your children are given to you in trust. Our children were entrusted to us.

You will have to account for how you treated them and how you made them feel.

Take this responsibility very seriously and instill in them the confidence, strength and courage they need to succeed in the world.

You will be asked about your treatment of your kids.

Make your parenting a continuous source of good deeds.

Don't lose your faith because of disappointments in life!

Trust that the Creator knows what's best and never doubt His love for you.

Peace

Once upon a time,  

I woke up , got dressed and washed my face .

After that I turned TV on ,

but it was of no use. Wars and fights were everywhere;  

children screaming,  women crying , bodies bleeding and blood dripping everywhere.

I turned it off with tears flowing down from my eyes .

I went out wandering in the streets with no destination like a small piece of litter lost in the air.

Later on , I decided to go to the forest in the countryside so as to lessen my sadness and feel the fresh air.

It took me a few minutes to get there.

There was a large beautiful lake of fresh water.

I sat by its bank and kept looking at my face reflected.

I stood up and started wandering between the trees for a while .

I could feel the stones and scrambling leaves of the trees beneath my feet.

The beauty of the forest comforted my heart ; its smell was fresh and pulpy.

I enjoyed seeing donkeys crossing the road ,

hearing beautiful sounds of the wood pickers and smelling fresh air from the blue sky.

Looking up , I could see a pair of pigeons flying high in the sky.

Their flight seemed to have no pattern , which brought a sense of happiness to my heart!

I kept watching their movement through the sky.

They were certainly the happiest creatures on earth.

Later on , they huged each other,  and as time went by more and more pigeons joined them.

They flew together higher and higher in the sky.

I thought about that for a while , then I said to myself " when will we treat each other that way? When will we be united as one?

Best wishes from hossine.

Thursday evening, 8 o'clock. - I make that indent and look out the window. 

It is red over the Deister and so bright as if it wanted to be a constant good weather -

and that's the kind of thing that end my health, of which I am very happy now. 

My life is now a quiet dream of a weak, but peaceful and contented convalescent,

whose fancy does not bring her into cheerful, happy places,

but which she grazes and refreshes in dark regions,

to which she sometimes denies a wish which she derives from the other side but then revived with grace and warmth.

One often compares human life to a plant - and indeed,

man has much in common with the plant. As long as it grows, it is soft and pliable,

it can be arbitrarily made every position, every shape, directed to everything, if it happens only gradually. -

He is a drive - his limit seems to him to be too narrow. But now he has completed his growth,

now he is stronger - he is calmer, he already finds his limitation. -

So the plant stands before the flower - recovers - and then it breaks from its greatest splendor -

there it stands in its perfection to the pleasure of the Creator, to the joy and delight of all nature. - And this, dear Klärchen, is love,

is the maturity, the perfection of our earthly existence; and as the flower develops the perfection of the fruit,

so -. So beneficial is nature. Their inner warmth, their effective power is bliss and preparation for higher perfections.

How men can be so afraid of the future, how they can torment themselves,

for nature acts so well in us, joy and delight are kindled in us, if only we throw ourselves into her arms,

if only we left to the benevolent animation of the Creator! ...

Morning evening, tomorrow evening? What is this evening? He will be approached for me at five o'clock in the morning. 

Tomorrow, that is today, thank God, yesterday has passed. 

So I'll be at your door at nine o'clock; I will be told that you are not home. 

I'll be there at 10 around 11; Will you still tell me you are not at home?

I suffer in advance from everything that I will suffer. 

I'll bet you do not believe me, because you do not know me at all. In me is a mysterious point. 

As long as you do not reach it, my soul will remain unmoved. Once you do not touch it, everything is decided. 

It may still be time. I think of nothing but you, but I may still be able to fight. For the past two days, I see nothing but you. 

All your charm that I have always feared has come to my heart. So much so that I can barely breathe while I write to you. 

Beware, you can make too unhappy for not making yourself unhappy about it: I only have one thought. 

You wanted it. That thought is you. Politics, society, everything has disappeared. 

I may feel crazy about you; but I see your gaze,

I repeat your words, I see these features of a girl, who combine so much grace with so much subtlety.

O tenderly beloved friend, are the source of my happiness, my heart blesses you,

my soul loves you, God will bless us both, and we will be happy and content. 

Certainly thorns will sprout on our way; 

Do not forget how young I am, how little experience I have, I do not have a girlfriend and I fear I will not win any,

how much I detest coquetry my angel, keep me always nice, value me really, and believe me,

I am your faithful friend.

Best friend! it would be futile to describe the feelings I felt when I saw Potsdam and Berlin again. 

The people in Berlin, who think I was imprisoned, accompanied my carriage,

and by the thousands gathered at the palace under my windows, crying for me. 

No, there are no such people, 12,000 citizens want to arm themselves,

and 1,500 of the most distinguished people except the 12,000 are also willing to follow you and fight for you wherever you want. 

The news of the unfortunate Bataille, instead of crushing them,

has only made them even more bitter against the enemy and their attachment, surrender to you, for their king and fatherland. 

It is indescribable how they love you to bring all sacrifice, their blood and good; 

Children and fathers, everything is ready to protect you! Use the opportunity, yes, something big can come out. 

Only for God's sake no shameful peace! The moment is precious, act, work, create, everywhere you will find good will and support in the country. 

The same is the mood here in Szczecin. Do you want me, speak, I fly to you! God, you alone, that's a terrible thought ...

The children are all well, they all ask for you. I kiss you a thousand times in thought and I'm eternal

Your faithful

Your ever devoted and obedient servant!

In vain I waited all day. No message, no letter, no answer from His Royal Highness,

and I am as far and wise as yesterday before I wrote to you. 

The bile fever, I annoy me to the neck, you want me to remain so and tell you that I am very well, today have taken something,

where I feel strengthened and relieved ...

By the way, I came up with something. In order to punish you for drinking so much Champagne wine on Saturday,

I inform you that I will be put on make-up for the whole time of my stay in Potsdam, and when I learn that you drink so much next Sunday,

I will do in Paretz as well ...

Farewell, I want to rest my grace, to be fresher for the dawning morning. 

I feel it, tomorrow I will make Venus jealous. But if the zealous disciple of Mars always loves me,

I like to leave Venus to its beauty and grace, happiness is mine. My dear mercenary, remain faithful and good to me and always make me as happy as I am now through you for three years.

Permission

As soon as possible, I will use the permission you have given me to write to you, as you wished, my charming friend. 

Forgive me for the last expression, but it comes from the heart, because nothing is truer. 

I do not know if I should repeat to you all that I said to you orally in the short time when I dared to talk to you about what is at the moment my dearest in the world. 

I feel like the happiest mortal on earth, knowing your feelings towards me, and dare to say that I'm not indifferent to you! 

Your absence seems unbearable to me, I am bored everywhere, and as I said the day before yesterday, the motto on your fan becomes more meaningful day by day. 

Oh, I think This much desired moment is still quite far away, and I will spend many more days and months without seeing and having my dearest friend. 

I believe I can assure you that by our separation my love for you, far from diminishing, only becomes stronger,

and that the moment when you are my wife will be the happiest of my life. If only this time is not postponed beyond the next winter,

because it would be completely impossible for me to wait longer ... will be the happiest of my life. 

If only this time is not postponed beyond the next winter, because it would be completely impossible for me to wait longer ... 

will be the happiest of my life. If only this time is not postponed beyond the next winter,

because it would be completely impossible for me to wait longer ...

When I'm alone, I'll deal with the past few days, our first meeting in Frankfurt, our balls, the White Swan,

the happy and contented moments I spent there, and with all that concerns you, my dear princess - it would be too confidential to call you that, right? 

As I have to admit, I am a man of the world who knows how to make amends for his mistakes. 

Have you already thought of your portrait? If only it becomes similar and no caricature of your lovely little face. 

Make it so that I do not have to wait too long. - Has your father not arrived yet and has not sent any message yet? 

I await you with the utmost impatience, because I hope that the engagement can take place soon;

Your very devoted servant and friend will stay.

A word of response would comfort me for a few moments over the pain of being separated from you for a long time.

Since you unfortunately do not answer the phone, do not want to talk to me and you do not want to meet me in any case,

I try it on this way. I'm sorry what happened, and it's my fault you're so sick,

but maybe I can make amends. Please let me try it at least. 

I do not want to just give up the wonderful years we've had together. 

I would like to spend a lot of great years with you and only with you. 

With no other, I can imagine such a beautiful time, as I was allowed to experience with you until now. 

Please do not let us forget that, I love you so much. I do not just want to start over, not without you. 

I want to feel you when I get up in the morning and in the evening when I go to bed. 

Not only do I need you to have breakfast in the morning,

but I would like to have you with me all day long. 

When I leave the house and go to work I think of nothing but you. 

Please call me and let it and try again together. 

I dont want to lose you.

 
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