Attitude, to me, is more

Zhang ailing said: "sometimes I think, I'm an island", bing xin said: "my heart, in a boat like, through the ups and downs of the sea of time. The heart is cold, tears is hot, the heart - buckled world, tears - soft world. I had been born without Eileen chang's underfoot, but like, I was like a boat bing xin. Zhang ailing have their own island, bingxin is her contribution of comfort, and I? Nothing, but "has all the"! I was born in solitary sea of a baby in a boat, and a boat is my boat misery loves company, my boat and don't know is that, first come from, to where to go. The ocean is in the life boat isolated nm floating in your heart, I can't find the balance.

When I go to the cloud from a, really think the universe have been too lonely! Enter university, although is very general hall of university, but also good it also called university!! I think really into the "heaven", entered high school teacher of so-called "free space", in my dream the ivory tower. Is really "character," a true colors looming, which are not dream of university and the reality of university mandelbrot, from what it is! Though like fairy tale, but in peak deduce from the lowest most bitter earth. When I look at university, regret a bit too much, that my observation was seriously injured. Fortunately, the internal force deep restoration fairly quickly, otherwise might have weakened injury due to ill! But when I saw his own admission notice, I have a highly responsible, whom I have the idea of ill. Because I feel ill and not totally no good. Birth and death, is life's two big fear, but ill at least from one, or misfortune zai? However, want to be thinking, one cannot too selfish and not for family and friends, especially interested in disregard family! Life goes on, the day after must continue again sorry! 814 take it as it comes, I began my very reluctant political study life.

Maybe someone like me, don't like politi  

To a large degree，the measure of our peace of mind is determined by how much we are able to live in the present moment．Irrespective of what happened yesterday or last year，and what may or may not happen tomorrow，the present moment is where you are ——always．

　　Without question，many of us have mastered the neurotic1） art of spending much of our lives worrying about a variety of things ——all at once．We allow past problems and future concerns to dominate our present moments，so much so that we end up anxious，frustrated，depressed，and hopeless．On the flip side，we also postpone our gratification，our stated priorities2），and our happiness，often convincing ourselves that 'someday' will be better than today．Unfortunately，the same mental dynamics3） that tell us to look toward the future will only repeat themselves so that 'someday 'never actually arrives．John Lennon once said，'Life is what's happening while we're busy making other plans．'When we're busy making 'other plans'，our children are busy growing up，the people we love are ，our bodies are getting out of shape，and our dreams are slipping away．In short，we miss out4） on life．

　　Many people live as if life were a dress rehearsal5） for some later date．It isn't．In fact，no one has a guarantee that he or she will be here tomorrow．Now is the only time we have，and the only time that we have any control over．When our attention is in the present moment，we push fear from our minds．Fear is the concern over events that might happen in the future——we won' t have enough money，our children will get into trouble，we will get old and die，whatever．

　　To combat fear，the best strategy6） is to learn to bring your attention back to the present．Mark Twain said，'I have been through some terrible things in my life，some of which actually happened．I don't think I can say it any better．Practice keeping your attention on the here and now．Your efforts will pay great dividends7）．  

It was a 2" by 2" square wooden plaid with orange writing that read, TRUST JESUS.

It looked as if someone had the sign professionally made and then took a really big nail and hung it on a tree on the side of the highway.

At that very moment Air Purifier, all of the stress that I was feeling disappeared.

The reason I was stressing so much is I had forgotten to trust Jesus.

I'm sure you are familiar with those feelings. The feeling of stressing yourself out because you forgot to trust Jesus. You want more than anything to take that leap of faith and find a job or career that will fit God's purpose for your life, your calling. But you are afraid to make the first step.

Fear is holding you back from following your dreams and desires.

Someone once said FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real. This is so true.

The Bible tells us in 2 Timothy 1:7 "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."

When we allow fear, which is not from God, to take control of us, we stress. But, God did not give us the spirit of fear therefore FEAR is false.

Whenever you feel fear starting to creep in, remember to TRUST JESUS.

Trust that He has a purpose for your life and that if you are not happy with what you are presently doing, then you aren't following HIS purpose.

Trust that making changes will be difficult and at times, frustrating, but always be mindful that you will be doing God's work.

Trust that everyone will not see the vision you see, but be mindful that God has a calling for you and you must fulfill that calling.

Here's an action point: Write both FEAR = False Real and 2 Timothy 1:7 on two different pieces of paper. Then on another piece of paper, write in big orange letters, the words TRUST JESUS.

Post these saying somewhere you will see it everyday. Post it on the headboard of your bed; next to the mirror in the bathroom; on the visor of your car; on your desk at work.

Read these every day, several times a day--anytime you feel fear of stress coming down on you, take it out and read it.

If you do it often enough, you will learn to always TRUST JESUS and fear and stress will not exist in your life.

Trust Jesus and nothing will hold you back from discovering God's purpose for your life.

Dawn Fields is a motivational speaker 迪士尼美語 好唔好, author and life coach who teaches how to discover God's purpose for your life and incorporate it into a lucrative   

You really isHe does notYou really isThousand years agoThe manSo, adrift inYears of a river ofWho heartgoTurned to stoneAnd who DR-Max's expectations and waiting

In the millenniumA rainy dayAnd hand by who isWill it picks upSigh site severalThose mottled grainThe fracture and foldsHow heavy is the trauma

For whoFor the timeWhich timeencounter

You really isHe does notThe ride to peopleLet me how to identifyIn a summer before noonGreen yellow wheat and after plantingTiSheng QingJieIn constructing of dustWhat has glanceYour buddiesYou were jade of silenceCinnamon the same appearanceYou say to my wordsIs gold everyEvery charge isI missed themillenniumGolden wheat strawThe wind blowing

How should I also let you recognizeRecognize be you this man of enveloped againstWhat you unfortunately lostYou unintentionally miss thatInsist on your doorStand and pray that the millenniumHow should I tell youSuch a long waitAll the met only for todayYou hold me in your armsmomentHow should I whispered to sayYou are my initial heartacheYou is I was buriedmillenniumyouth

JiLv longPaths crisscrossed

And all this is DR-Max Limited whoarrangementLet you after I hesitated roadsideWhat strength blow urged mePace firmStand with your fate in betweenTells youThe watchman lampThose squirming corridorCorridor on outside the poolOf floatingThe heart kind ofRiotous excessThat is how miraclesIn all directions of windThe stars and the flame burning

How should I restrainNo significant the secretAfraid you seeI shed tears for you secretlyAfraid you knowI received for you the millennium bearingAfraid you'd know: yes. Because of the lateWhen in kiss meBecause remorse and heart quiverYes hong kong tourism, it is youThe wind blowing from behindMaiLang rolling floral blastHow shall I bear to this momentRemind you ofThe departure of years agoAnd exactly five thousand yearsTore heart crack lung of KeNian  

We were standing at the top of a church tower. My father had brought me to this spot in a small Italian town not far from our home in Rome. I wondered why.

“Look down, Elsa DR-Max,” Father said. I gathered all my courage and looked down. I saw the square in the center of the village. And I saw the crisscross of twisting, turning streets leading to the square.

“See, my dear,” Father said gently. “There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can't get to the place where you want to go by one road, try another.”

Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the awful lunches that were served at school. But she refused because she could not believe the lunches were as bad as I said DR-Max Limited.

When I turned to Father for help, he would not interfere. Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a plan.

At school the next day, I secretly poured my luncheon soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I talked the cook into serving it to Mother at dinner. The plan worked perfectly. She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered, “The cook must have gone mad!” Quickly I told what I had done, and Mother stated firmly that she would take up the matter of lunches at school the next day!

In the years that followed I often remembered the lesson Father taught me. I knew where I wanted to go in life. I wanted to be a fashion designer. And on the way to my first small success I found the road blocked. What could I do? Accept the roadblock5 and fail？Or use imagination and wits to find another road to my goal？

I had come to Paris, the center of the world ofsketches6. But none of the famous fashion designers seemed interested in buying them. Then one day I met a friend who was wearing a very beautiful sweater. It was plain in color, but it had a lovely and unusual stitch.

“Did you knit that sweater?” I asked her.

“No,” she answered. “It was done by a woman here in Paris.”

“What an interesting stitch!” I continued.

My friend had an explanation. “The woman her name is Mrs. Vidian—told me she learned the stitch in Armenia, her native country hong kong tourism.”

Suddenly I pictured a daring design knitted into such a sweater. Then an even more daring idea came to me. Why not open my own house of fashion? Why not design, make and sell clothes from the house of Schiaparelli! I would do it, and I would begin with a sweater.   

Scattered through the seas of the world are billions of tons of small plants and animals called plankton. Most of these plants and animals are too small for the human eye to see. They drift about lazily with the currents DR-Max, providing a basic food for many larger animals.

　　Plankton has been described as the equivalent of the grasses that grow on the dry land continents, and the comparison is an appropriate one. In potential food value, however, plankton far outweighs that of the land grasses. One scientist has estimated that while grasses of the world produce about 49 billion tons of valuable carbohydrates each year, the sea's plankton generates more than twice as much.

　　Despite its enormous food potential, little effect was made until recently to farm plankton as we farm grasses on land. Now marine scientists have at last begun to study this possibility, especially as the sea's resources loom even more important as a means of feeding an expanding world population.

　　No one yet has seriously suggested that DR-Max " plankton-burgers" may soon become popular around the world. As a possible farmed supplementary food source, however, plankton is gaining considerable interest among marine scientists.

　　One type of plankton that seems to have great harvest possibilities is a tiny shrimp-like creature called krill. Growing to two or three inches long, krill provides the major food for the great blue whale, the largest animal to ever inhabit the Earth. Realizing that this whale may grow to 100 feet and weigh 150 tons at maturity hong kong tourism, it is not surprising that each one devours more than one ton of krill daily.  

It took place at the Biltmore Hotel, which, to my eight-year-old mind, was just about the fancies place to eat in all of Providence. My grandmother, my mother, and I were having lunch after a morning spent shopping. I grandly ordered a salisbury steak, confident in the knowledge that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger with gravy 寰宇家庭. When brought to the table, it was accompanied by a plate of peas.
APlateofPeas
My grandfather died when I was a small boy, and my grandmother started staying with us for about six months every year. She lived in a room that doubled as my father's office, which we referred to as "the back room." She carried with her a powerful aroma. I don't know what kind of perfume she used, but it was the double-barreled, ninety-proof, knockdown, render-the-victim-unconscious, moose-killing variety. She kept it in a huge atomizer and applied it frequently and liberally. It was almost impossible to go into her room and remain breathing for any length of time. When she would leave the house to go spend six months with my Aunt Lillian, my mother and sisters would throw open all the windows, strip the bed, and take out the curtains and rugs. Then they would spend several days washing and airing things out, trying frantically to make the pungent odor go away dysport 瘦小腿.
This, then, was my grandmother at the time of the infamous pea incident.
It took place at the Biltmore Hotel, which, to my eight-year-old mind, was just about the fancies place to eat in all of Providence. My grandmother, my mother, and I were having lunch after a morning spent shopping. I grandly ordered a salisbury steak, confident in the knowledge that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger with gravy. When brought to the table, it was accompanied by a plate of peas.
I do not like peas now. I did not like peas then. I have always hated peas. It is a complete mystery to me why anyone would voluntarily eat peas. I did not eat them at home. I did not eat them at restaurants. And I certainly was not about to eat them now.
"Eat your peas," my grandmother said.
"Mother," said my mother in her warning voice. "He doesn't like peas. Leave him alone."
“My grandmother did not reply, but there was a glint in her eye and a grim set to her jaw that signaled she was not going to be 14)thwarted. She leaned in my direction, looked me in the eye, and uttered the fateful words that changed my life: "I'll pay you five dollars if you eat those peas."
I had absolutely no idea of the impending doom. I only knew that five dollars was an enormous, nearly unimaginable amount of money, and as awful as peas were, only one plate of them stood between me and the possession of that five dollars. I began to force the wretched things down my throat.
My mother was livid. My grandmother had that self-satisfied look of someone who has thrown down an unbeatable trump card. "I can do what I want, Ellen, and you can't stop me." My mother glared at her mother. She glared at me. No one can glare like my mother. If there were a glaring Olympics, she would undoubtedly win the gold medal.
I, of course, kept shoving peas down my throat. The glares made me nervous, and every single pea made me want to throw up, but the magical image of that five dollars floated before me, and I finally gagged down every last one of them. My grandmother handed me the five dollars with a flourish. My mother continued to glare in silence. And the episode ended. Or so I thought.
My grandmother left for Aunt Lillians a few weeks later. That night, at dinner, my mother served two of my all-time favorite foods, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Along with them came a big, steaming bowl of peas. She offered me some peas, and I, in the very last moments of my innocent youth, declined. My mother fixed me with a cold eye as she heaped a huge pile of peas onto my plate. Then came the words that were to haunt me for years.