Showing posts with label Motivational. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Motivational. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 September 2025

A Priceless Treasure

September 02, 2025 0 Comments


Treasure..........a word that gets everyone attention!


An abandoned goldmine,


an age old antique pieces,


the priceless art forms,


the ancient lost city full of precious stones and metals, etc are what we imagine with the word treasure.


But,today let me show the first gift you are gifted with,


The first and best gift given by our creator while sending us to this world,


The gift that made the first cry of ours calm,


The lips that uplifted with our entry in this world,


The eyes that always moved with us to make sure we are safe,comfortable and happy,


The hands that worked to feed us,to lift us when we fall,


The legs that carried us all the time,


The blood that flows in our veins,


OUR PARENTS !!!



They are our special gift from God!


Ofcourse,this is the best gift we could ever choose !



Spending time with one's parents is a priceless treasure.


We frequently fail to recognize the importance of our parents, which is one of the sad realities of life. 


When they are young, 


this is something that is nearly a need; 


toddlers do not have the time to pause and say things like,


 "Thank you for paying the mortgage!" or "Great job on that diaper change!" 


In the event that they did,

 it might have the sensation of a scene from a horror movie rather than a moment that is lovable. 



However, despite the fact that we are getting older,

 we continue to develop the habit of taking our parents for granted. 



For those of us who are fortunate enough to have parents who are always there for us, 


they become the unseen pillars of our lives. 


They are dependable,


 not unlike the organs in our bodies or the engine in our automobiles,

 and they are frequently only noticed when something goes wrong. 


Nevertheless, our parents are not immune to difficulties.


 In spite of the fact that they may appear to be present at all times, there will definitely come a time when they are not. 


Moments that will mark the end of the connection with the individuals who brought you into this world and helped mold who you are will include a final hug, a final discussion, and a smile of farewell. 


These are the moments that represent the conclusion of the relationship. 


What we rarely take into account is how close we are to those moments that will be our last. 


The Truth Behind the Term "Parent Time."


It is highly likely that you have a limited number of "free days" to spend with your friends and family if you are either employed or enrolled in formal education.


 The majority of us juggle these valuable days so that we can attend social events while also fulfilling our commitments. 


It is possible that you will spend one weekend with friends from school, another weekend with pals from college, or you might go to the movies with a sibling. 


When it comes to your parents, you can run across them at religious celebrations such as Holi or Diwali, or at family get-togethers.


 In spite of this, the numbers can be quite frightening when they are broken down. 



For the sake of argument, let's pretend that your parents are in their mid-60s and that you visit them four times a year for things like birthdays or other special occasions.


There are just fifty to sixty more visits left, taking into consideration the average life expectancy of eighty years.



 It is possible that you will only have two months of time remaining with them, but this will depend on the length of time that each interaction lasts.


 In addition, the number may be considerably lower for those individuals whose parents are of an older nature. 


It's Possible That Every Moment Is the Last.


The realization that the amount of time we spend with our parents is as limited as it actually is might seem like a jolt of cold water.


 Even while we are all aware, on some level, that time is limited,

 it is easy to forget as a result of the everyday distractions that we face. 


Changing one's perspective by looking at it through the prism of "parent time" is a particularly devastating approach to do so.


 Understanding that every moment could be the last can help us approach these relationships with greater intention and respect. 


There is no right or wrong way to manage your time, but it is important to keep in mind that every moment could be the last. 


"Our lives, thanks to their finitude, are inevitably full of activities that we are doing for the very last time," says Oliver Burkeman in Four Thousand Weeks.


 "This is the case because our lives are ultimately limited." 


In the same way that there will be a final occasion on which I pick up my son,

 there will be a final time that you visit the house where you spent your youth,

 swim in the ocean,

 or have a profound chat with a particular close friend. 


When you are doing something for the very last time, 

however, there is typically no way to know that you are doing it for the very final time. 


It is for this reason that we ought to make an effort to regard each and every one of these experiences with the same level of reverence that we would display if it were the last time we encountered it. 


"Beyond the Role of 'Parents,' 

Getting to Know Them In light of this, 

what are some ways that we may maximize the time that we have left with our parents?

 Seeing them not only as "parents," 

but rather as persons who have their own particular histories,

 is one way to approach the situation.


 It is common for us to not fully realize the difficulties that our parents encountered and the sacrifices that they made until we reach the age that our parents were while they were raising us.


 It is simple for us to reject our parents as being out of touch when we are young, 

but as we get older,

 we can become more aware of the complexities of their lives. 


Ask them about their past,

their childhood,

their sweet memories and lessons learnt from life.


 Learn about the life that existed before you were born and the secrets that they have been keeping from you. 


Explore the stories that they have never told you.


 When you do this, 

you will open your eyes to a whole new level of complexity in the people you thought you knew. 


Answers to the Questions That You Will Want to Know— Earlier than it is too late.


 You will eventually reach a point in time where you will no longer be able to ask those questions about you. 


It is not possible for you to find a biography or a Wikipedia page on your parents to use as a reference.


 Now is the time to ask them the questions that you have always been fascinated about, 


as well as the questions that you may possibly wish you had known in the past. 







A few suggestions to get you started are as follows:


Which of your childhood experiences brought you the most joy? 


Who has been your closest buddy throughout your entire life?


 How did you feel when you first fell in love, and when did you first experience it? 


Which moment do you most deeply regret? 


 What aspects of parenting did you find most instructive for you? 


Before it is too late, you should not wait.


Now is the moment to begin asking questions,

listening to your children,


and showing appreciation for them if you only have two months of "parent time" remaining.




Let's Cherish your time with our world's best gift in our life!!!




By,

Shaina's batman......

Thursday, 17 July 2025

Ivy, the Firefly

July 17, 2025 0 Comments

 Hurrah!! It's my 100th post on our blog.

Ivy, a firefly unlike any other, 

possessed a light so faint it was almost invisible.


While her siblings' lights danced joyfully in the twilight meadows,

Ivy hid amongst moonflower petals, 

her luminescence a mere flicker. 


She believed her spark too small, insignificant, unworthy of attention. 


She felt like a tiny, flickering candle in a stadium of blazing spotlights.


 She felt like a meme that didn't quite catch on... đŸ˜”


The dazzling displays of the other fireflies seemed to mock her quiet glow.


One night, a wise old owl, perched high on an oak branch, noticed Ivy's hidden sorrow. 


His amber eyes pierced the petals, seeing the trembling light within.


 He hooted softly, his voice a gentle rustle in the night air.


"Little one," he called, 

his voice carried on the breeze, 

"Why do you hide your light?"


Ivy, startled, confessed her fears.

 "My light is dim," she whispered, 

"not bright enough to be seen. I'm not worthy of celebration."


The owl chuckled, a low rumble in his chest.


 "My dear," he said, 

"your light is unique.

 It's not about intensity, 

but the warmth it holds.

 Each firefly's glow is a precious jewel,

 reflecting the night's beauty. 

Some shine brilliantly, 

others softly; 

both illuminate the darkness equally."


He shared a secret: 

"The most beautiful nights aren't those with the brightest displays, 

but those where every light,

 however small, 

shines bravely. 

Your gentle glow is a beacon of peace, a quiet comfort in the vastness of night. 

Embrace your uniqueness; 

it's your special gift."


Touched by the owl's words, Ivy emerged.


 She took a deep breath and let her light shine.

 It wasn't dazzling,

 but a soft, 

Steady beacon, 

a comforting presence amidst the vibrant chaos of the other fireflies. 


Joining their dance, 

she discovered her gentle glow was cherished,

bringing a unique harmony, 

a quiet beauty the brighter lights had overlooked. 


From that night on, Ivy never hid her light again.


She learned true brilliance isn't about being brightest, 

but about shining authentically, 

embracing her unique spark.

Ivy started showing her trueself to the world!



The moral of the story is: 

Embrace your uniqueness, even if it feels different or "less than." True beauty and value lie in being authentic and celebrating your own individual spark, rather than trying to conform to others' expectations.

Sometimes,we never find such wise souls to push us and enlighten us.

Be your own motivation

Embrace yourself and enjoy every moment of this precious life!



By,

Shaina...
























Friday, 2 May 2025

Hope....

May 02, 2025 0 Comments

Hello busy people,

Hope you guys had a wonderful day.


“When you plant seeds in the

garden, you don’t dig them up

every day to see if they have

sprouted yet. You simply water

them and clear away the weeds;

you know that the seeds will grow

in time. Similarly, just do your daily

practice and cultivate a kind heart.

Abandon impatience and instead be

content creating the causes for

goodness; the results will come

when they’re ready.”



By,

Shaina...

Sunday, 24 November 2024

The two wolves

November 24, 2024 0 Comments

A wise old man was teaching his grandson about life. 



He said, “A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf is evil—he is fear, anger, envy, sorrow, greed and lies. The other is good—he is joy, peace, love, sharing, kindness and truth. This same fight is going on inside you.” 


The grandson thought for a minute, and then asked, “Which wolf will win, grandfather?” 


The grandfather replied, “The one you feed.”


Which wolf do we feed daily?


 If we surround ourselves with negative minded people and talk negative things then we are feeding the evil wolf. 


On the other hand, if we spend our time with positive people, read good books, and help people in solving their problems then we are helping the good wolf to win over the evil one.


Let us feed the good wolf. We will become more positive and happy!



By,Shaina...


Friday, 22 November 2024

The Sneaky Rabbit

November 22, 2024 0 Comments


 

One night, when the moon was very bright, Rabbit was resting near a pond. He was very tired and wanted to go to sleep, but he was scared the tiger was going to eat him up. Rabbit tried and tried to stay awake. He looked up at the sky and started to count the stars. Soon Rabbit was fast asleep. 

Suddenly, a loud, booming voice woke him up. It was Tiger! ‘Aha! Now I’ve got you, little Rabbit! You’ll be perfect in my soup!’ 

Rabbit was very frightened, but he had an idea. He looked in the water and saw the reflection of the moon. It looked like a big lump of cheese. He moved his mouth, pretending to eat, and said, ‘Mmm yum yum yum yum. Ah, Tiger. I’m happy to see you. Yum yum yum. Come and share this delicious white cheese with me. Yum yum yum. I’m keeping it fresh for you in the pond.’ 

Tiger loved white cheese. He licked his lips. ‘Mmm yum. I can see the cheese, but how do you get it out of the pond?’ he asked. 

‘Easy,’ said Rabbit. ‘I tie this stone around my foot and jump in. Do you want to try?’ 

Tiger tied the stone around his foot and jumped into the pond. Splash! Rabbit ran away, saying, ‘Ha ha! Now you’re the one in the soup!’




By,Shaina...

Tuesday, 15 August 2023

Every work is worthy

August 15, 2023 0 Comments

 


A good many years ago there lived in Italy a little boy whose name was Antonio Canova. He lived with his grandfather, for his own father was dead. His grandfather was a stone-cutter, and he was very poor.


Antonio was a puny lad, and not strong enough to work. He did not care to play with the other boys of the town.

 But he liked to go with his grandfather to the stone-yard. While the old man was busy, cutting and trimming the great blocks of stone, the lad would play among the chips. 

Sometimes he would make a little statue of soft clay; sometimes he would take hammer and chisel, and try to cut a statue from a piece of rock.

 He showed so much skill that his grandfather was delighted.

"The boy will be a sculptor some day," he said.

Then when they went home in the evening, the grandmother would say, "What have you been doing today, my little sculptor?"

And she would take him upon her lap and sing to him, or tell him stories that filled his mind with pictures of wonderful and beautiful things.

 And the next day, when he went back to the stone-yard, he would try to make some of those pictures in stone or clay.

There lived in the same town a rich man who was called the Count. 

Sometimes the Count would have a grand dinner, and his rich friends from other towns would come to visit him. 

Then Antonio's grandfather would go up to the Count's house to help with the work in the kitchen; for he was a fine cook as well as a good stone-cutter.


It happened one day that Antonio went with his grandfather to the Count's great house. Some people from the city were coming, and there was to be a grand feast. 

The boy could not cook, and he was not old enough to wait on the table; but he could wash the pans and kettles, and as he was smart and quick, he could help in many other ways.


All went well until it was time to spread the table for dinner. Then there was a crash in the dining room, and a man rushed into the kitchen with some pieces of marble in his hands. 

He was pale, and trembling with fright.

"What shall I do? What shall I do?" he cried. 

"I have broken the statue that was to stand at the center of the table. I cannot make the table look pretty without the statue. What will the Count say?"


And now all the other servants were in trouble. Was the dinner to be a failure after all? For everything depended on having the table nicely arranged. 

The Count would be very angry.
"Ah, what shall we do?" they all asked.

Then little Antonio Canova left his pans and kettles, and went up to the man who had caused the trouble.

"If you had another statue, could you arrange the table?" he asked.

"Certainly," said the man; "that is, if the statue were of the right length and height."

"Will you let me try to make one?" asked Antonio "Perhaps I can make something that will do."

The man laughed.

"Nonsense!" he cried. "Who are you, that you talk of making statues on an hour's notice?"

"I am Antonio Canova," said the lad.

"Let the boy try what he can do," said the servants, who knew him.And so, since nothing else could be done, the man allowed him to try.
On the kitchen table there was a large square lump of yellow butter.

 Two hundred pounds the lump weighed, and it had just come in, fresh and clean, from the dairy on the mountain. 

With a kitchen knife in his hand, Antonio began to cut and carve this butter. In a few minutes he had molded it into the shape of a crouching lion; and all the servants crowded around to see it.

"How beautiful!" they cried.

 "It is a great deal prettier than the statue that was broken."

When it was finished, the man carried it to its place.

"The table will be handsomer by half than I ever hoped to make it," he said.

When the Count and his friends came in to dinner, the first thing they saw was the yellow lion.

"What a beautiful work of art!" they cried. "None but a very great artist could ever carve such a figure; and how odd that he should choose to make it of butter!" And then they asked the Count to tell them the name of the artist.

"Truly, my friends," he said, "this is as much of a surprise to me as to you." And then he called to his head servant, and asked him where he had found so wonderful a statue.

"It was carved only an hour ago by a little boy in the kitchen," said the servant.

This made the Count's friends wonder still more; and the Count bade the servant call the boy into the room.

"My lad," he said, "you have done a piece of work of which the greatest artists would be proud.

 What is your name, and who is your teacher?"

"My name is Antonio Canova," said the boy, "and I have had no teacher but my grandfather the stonecutter."

By this time all the guests had crowded around Antonio. There were famous artists among them, and they knew that the lad was a genius.

 
They could not say enough in praise of his work; and when at last they sat down at the table, nothing would please them but that Antonio should have a seat with them; and the dinner was made a feast in his honor.

The very next day the Count sent for Antonio to come and live with him. 

The best artists in the land were employed to teach him the art in which he had shown so much skill; but now, instead of carving butter, he chiseled marble. 

In a few years, Antonio Canova became known as one of the greatest sculptors in the world.


By,
Shaina.

Saturday, 8 April 2023

Two fishermen

April 08, 2023 0 Comments

 The TWO FISHERMEN


One day the two fishermen were fishing in a nearby pond. Both of them were looking forward to have a fresh fish afterwards.
They both had packed utensils, cooking accessories, ingredients and fishing equipment. Once they arrived at the pond, they chose to sit at a distance to hunt for fishes. The first fisherman caught a big and beautiful fish within a few minutes. He was very happy. He then placed the fish in the ice box to retain its freshness. He would cook it whole fish in the noon.

He caught a few more other small fishes after a while. He froze a few fishes to take it back home.

After about an hour of fishing, the first fisherman offered to help the second fisherman. The second man politely declined. And then the second fisherman also caught a large fish. Surprisingly, he threw it back into the pond.

The first man was bewildered by his act. He remained silent as he watched the second man capture many big fishes only to have them thrown back into the water.

Friday, 27 January 2023

THE WOODMAN AND THE SERPENT

January 27, 2023 0 Comments

One wintry day a Woodman was tramping home from his work when he saw something black lying on the snow. When he came closer he saw it was a Serpent to all appearance dead. But he took it up and put it in his bosom to warm while he hurried home. As soon as he got indoors he put the Serpent down on the hearth before the fire. The children watched it and saw it slowly come to life again. Then one of them stooped down to stroke it, but the Serpent raised its head and put out its fangs and was about to sting the child to death. So the Woodman seized his axe, and with one stroke cut the Serpent in two. “Ah,” said he,

“No gratitude from the wicked.”

Don't give up

January 27, 2023 0 Comments

Why do people give up on life?

Because it’s easy.

Because the other road is rough and rugged.

Because I dread failure. Because I do not believe I have what it takes to take the tough path.

Because I see everything as a competition.

Because I am comfortable in the mob. I do not stand out.

Because I don’t believe in my abilities as much as I am in awe of others’.

Because the world wants me to. Because the world mocks me. Because I do not know my worth.

Because the world sees only my failure.