Born to be Happy...

I hope you are Happy. But, there are many people who aren't. Why?

Happiness is a personal matter, depending greatly on our attitudes and how we look at the events and people in our lives, and how we seek happiness.

Great majority of people throughout the world seek happiness through Wealth, Fame, and Power. While these points help bring comfort and convenience in our lives, but they fail to increase our happiness. We need to change our attitudes in life and to secure happiness through other means. Just how do we change our attitudes, and just how do we find these " other" means?

Taken from: http://www.happinometry.com/

Now... Do you want to know how happy you are???

So, visit the following page and answer the questions. A mail containing the result will be sent to you...

http://www.happinometry.com/pages/appl_table.asp

Wish you all to be the happiest!

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Hello everybody!

I'm back again, but it's for a long time that I haven't had any comment on my posts!!!

I wanted to invite you to read my "Heartwriting" and post a comment for it, cause I really need your helpful words. And it's the latest story of my heart.

So I'm looking forward to reading from you on
http://mitra-salari.blogspot.com/2007/06/hearttwriting.html

Thank you...

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These days, I would be too busy to create posts constantly. Since the days of exam are coming...

But I have some prepared persian poems which I will post them on my "GREAT EXPECTATIONS"! My other blog: http://ms-luna.blogspot.com

I wish you visit my blog and leave comments for me, whether on a post or on my shoutbox...

Anyway... I love you all and anticipate your visiting... :-*

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My Immortal

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light

Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away oh all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me

I've been alone all along

A Lyric of Evanescence

A Heartwriting!

Some days ago early in the morning, I just saw a pigeon who was flickering in our corridor. Two windows on the both opposite walls were open, but it was as if his fear and brain storm led to his blindness; so that he couldn’t find his way out!

I was panicked! The scene took my breath away…because I’m simply a superstitious person who counts on the signs, especially those which happen early in the morning! And I saw myself a useless body, unable to do anything…

I just stayed still until the poor pigeon after some painful moments struggling with the walls which maybe he thought to be his eternal cage, found his way at last! I could understand how released he felt after embracing the sky for another time… I knew that day he would obviously comprehend the gift of freedom and would try to appreciate it the best…

I simply envied him!

He found his way out just in some moments, but I really don’t know how long it is that I am imprisoned behind the bars of an unidentified cage. A cage which I even don’t know if it is externally existent or it’s a simple internal illusion.

a watery pigeon in the rose's prison!

It’s for a long time that I feel confused and unstable… unstable on my beliefs, behaviors, acts, etc. I feel as if I have lost my path! …My path? Oh! Actually I have no destination to have a single and distinct path…

I’m so tired and exhausted… and I don’t know why…
I don’t know when it did start; I can’t recognize! Whenever I examined my previous diaries, I just couldn’t find out the real moment of transforming into a prisoner!

I’m so alone and … in my desert of loneliness, there are no tears left in my eyes to help me mourning!

That’s why this land is the confusion of a prisoner’s world!

Lots of the time I tried to sit down and face the problem and solve it forever, but my tired mind doesn’t let me go on…

I have passed days of depression, days of hopelessness, and days of complete darkness… my problem maybe is due to my stream of consciousness, which blames me for a lost self definition …
Maybe living in unconsciousness provides a better life with more taste of joy!

Anyway… as the last words, I just want to say that about four years ago I believed that our spirits experience their limbo, paradise or hell in this world; and it is not the matter of postponing to the other world!

I believed that any new born child has his own level of spirit! A level which is going to progress during the stages of life and at last reaches the level of perfection, the level of all the good and appreciated qualities, namely, GOD…
In those years, through my innocent and honest eyes, I could see whether I am advancing or not, and could feel my progression in my delightful life. But during these years I guess my spirit level has regressed a lot…because my life has no quality of paradise or something like that!

I don’t know whether they call it depression or whatever! But, all I can do is to envy that pigeon again…because of his re-found freedom, his infinite blue sky, and his two wings which let him fly and run away to wherever he wishes…

Joy in Pain

Joy is something spiritual;

It does not come from your body.

One can be joyous even when the body is ill,

One can rejoice even while dying. Joy is something inner.

Pain and pleasure are both body-oriented;

joy is being-oriented.

From "The Little Book of Osho"

The gift of sadness

Life is a very mysterious phenomenon,

Where laughter is a part and where tears also are a part.

Once in a while to be sad, really sad, is not bad.

Sadness has its own beauty.

You have just to learn to enjoy the beauty of sadness,

Its silence,

Its depth.

From "The Little Book of Osho"

The Mystery of Death

The sunset of your eyes; I always thought, I will never bear them...

I knew that it would be intolerable...

How can I imagine the loss of your touching ...

How would I bear the loss of your presence...

I miss the voice of your breaths,

I miss the smell of your being,

but you are forever gone...

How could you leave us alone?

Where are you sleeping now? Are you closing your stubborn eyes which no one knew how they opened twice before your burial?

You were hopeful until the last moment, you didn't want to let go...

But how cruel it was! Death... as a cancer...

Oh! my God... we need your help, and your patience

Death smells with its mysterious darkness! I'm afraid... I can't understand...

I believe in the ghosts, but I can't make sense how that body became ghostless in a glance!

Oh God! How can I say that you forbid one's death, while it's a fact! a bitter fact that I can never make sense of!

It's too near and too far at the same time... I can feel it around...

And I'm too mixed up to think of an end...

The understudy

"The show must go on", said the director when the star dropped dead moments before act one.

The star, not the understudy,would play the corpse tonight.

The understudy changed quickly. His performance was inspired. The star was flawless in his final role.

The understudy, fingering the syringe in his pocket, bowed t thunderous applause.

Sherree Pellemier

"The World's Shortest Stories" by Steve Moss

The Land of Discovery

Man is a little strange;

He goes on exploring the Himalyas,

he goes on exploring the pacific,

he goes on reaching for the moon and Mars;

there is just one thing he never tries_

exploring his inner being

From"The Little Book of Osho"