Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.
But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young lady,” he said harshly, “when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!"
The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving on a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
But the uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we reach there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will be fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.
"When we reach the station, that will be it", we cry. "When I'm 18", "When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz", "When I put my last kid through collage", "When I have paid off the mortgage", "When I get a promotion", "When I reach the age of the retirement, I shall live happily ever after."
Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the Psalm 118:24:"This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tommorrow. Reget and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then the station will come soon enough.
One spring I went a walking tour in the country. It was a glorious spring. Not the sort of spring they give us in these miserable times, under this shameless government -a mixture of east wind ，blizzard, snow, rain, fog, frost, hail, sleet and thunder-storms, but a sunny, blue-skyed, joyous spring, such as we used to have regularly every year when I was a young man, and things were different.
It was an exceptionally beautiful spring, even for those golden days; and as I wandered through the waking land, and saw the dawning of the coming green, and watched the blush upon the hawthorn hedge , deepening each day beneath the kisses of the sun, and looked up at the proud old mother trees, dandling their numerous baby buds upon their strong fond arms holding them high for the soft west wind to caress as he passed laughing by, and marked the primrose yellow creep across the carpet of the woods, and saw the new flush of the field and saw the new light on the hills, and heard the new-found gladness of the birds, and heard from wood and farm and meadow the timid callings of the little new-born things, wondering to find themselves alive, and smelt the freshness of the earth, and felt the promise in the air, and felt a strong hand in the wind, my spirit rose within me.
Spring had come to me also, and stirred me with a strange new life, with a strange new hope. I, too, was part of nature, and it was spring! Tender leaves and blossoms were unfolding from my heart. Bright flowers of love and gratitude were opening round its roots. I felt new strength in all my limbs. New blood was running through my veins. Nobler thoughts and nobler longings were throbbing through my brain. As I walked, nature came and talked beside me, and showed me the world and myself, and the ways of God seemed clearer.
There are young men who do not work, but the world is not proud of them. It does not knowtheir names, even it simply speaks of them as “old So-and-So’s boy”. Nobody likes them; thegreat, busy world doesn’t know that they are there. So find out what you want to be and do,and take off your coat and make a dust in the world. The busier you are, the less harm you willbe apt to get into, the sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, andthe better satisfied will the world be with you.
The Counting Rule of Age
At the age of 79, the inventor Adison announced with pound and humor: ―I am 135 years old.
Seemingly, at the age of 40, the popular queen Madana declared surprised that actually 35 years old might be more reasonable to her then.
Why Adison thought he was 135 years old but not 79? This is because he accumulated the double working time than normal people: from 16-year-old to 60-year-old, Adison usually worked 18~20 hours every day. At some key point, he might worked all day and all night long without thinking of food and rest for several days in a row.; after 60 years old, he was suggested to decrease his work, but he insisted to work 16 hours every day; after his 80 years old, he still went to his lab punctuately and worked all day with another three to five hours‘ reading after going home. The time that Adison accounted and treasured, if counted as the time scheme that normal people, his lifespan has undoubtedly doubled. Therefore, his age was not 79 but 135.
Why Mdana held that she should be aged 35 but not 40? This is because she thought that sometime was be wasted in her life and of course should eliminated: the marriage time with her pre-husband was wasted in quarrels. This should be cut one year; the time she turned her back to her friend for something. This should reduce two years; she once been a actress in a nonsense film for a worthless year. This should delete one year; she was spotted with enormous love affairs should be cut; in this way, she totally lost five years and from the age of 40 t 35. The counting rule of age, add the treasure time and reduce the wasteful; accumulate the meaningful and worthy years, while cut the meaningless and worthless moment. Good at counting rules, you can carding and check your past in a wise way; good at counting rules, you can arrange yourself and make a plan for your future in a proper road.
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