Live simply :The life you choose is the life you going to have to live with

Fight your oppressors with all you have, for all that have is hatred and should you have love in your armor you will overcome that.

Dress in what makes you feel happy, not what they deem appropriate

Conduct yourself in a way that is becoming of a good person, hardly anything else matters

Feeding people brings life and barakah (blessings) to your home and heart

Keep company with those who lift your spirits not those who push you down

Love to be loved by other people, and allow yourself to be loved without strings

Love and appreciate your family, if they nice and treat you kindly

Give yourself time to see, hear and understand how the world and people works and I guess people are very different, simply smile and accept but never let people put you down

Appreciate everything, small things first, then the bigger ones

Living simply is probably the best way to go about you life, never mind what they people may say

Give more, take less

I never understood what my mother meant when she repeatedly said, give more take less, because frankly
more is better then less right?

Everybody wants more

Money
Friends
Resources
Love
Food

But I have learned these simple lessons from giving more and taking less

Somehow you 

Get more if you ask for less
More loved if you give more love and demand less
Receive more blessings in your wealth if you don't hate to part with what you owe people
Can sleep better at night if you know you have make a positive impact to someone you love
More at ease if you cause less trouble

Life is not about keeping up with the Kardashian's, it's about keeping up at your own pace, and improving
at that pace. The best things in life are free, Family, Friends, The air you breath, learn to understand that and
you will never be in need.


Always remember, love yourself if you don't who will???

I'M A CUNNING VENDING MACHINE

THE CUNNING VENDING MACHINE by Pam Ayres I am a cunnin' vending machine lurkin' in the hall So you can't kick me delicate parts I'm bolted to the wall. Come on, drop in your money, don't let's hang about, I'll do my level best to see you don't get nothing out. I sees you all approachin', the fagless and the dry, All fumblin' in your pockets and expectant in the eye. I might be in your place of work, or on the High Street wall, Trust in me, in theory, I cater for you all. Within these windows I provide for every human state, Hunger, night starvation, and remembering birthdays late. Just read the information, pop the money in - that's grand, And I'll see nothing ever drops down in your hand. I might be in your swimming bath, and you'd come cold and wet, With a shilling in your hand, some hot soup for to get. And as you stand in wet anticipation for a sup, I will dispense the soup, but I will not dispense the cup. And then it's all-out war, because you lost your half-a-nicker. Mighty kicks and blows with bricks will make me neon flicker. But if you bash me up, so I'm removed, me pipes run dry, There's no way you can win, I'll send me brother by and by. Once there was friendly ladies, years and years before, Who stood with giant teapots saying, "What can I do you for?" They'd hand you all the proper change, and pour your cup of tea, But they're not economic so.. hard luck! You're stuck with me.

Damaged People

                                                             "Damaged People"

We're damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of

When you're in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretense
And you're crying
When you're by my side
There is no defense
I forget to sense
I'm dying

We're damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us

When I feel the warmth
Of your very soul
I forget I'm cold
And crying
When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget I'm old
And dying

A Depeche Mode Song 

A brand new kind of me

Here I stand again, with the world in my hands
Grateful That Allah has made me understand
That I am in debt with him more and more by the day
And grateful that you showed me the way

Of paying my debt
And how great this fate that I have met
Being nice to folks and kind of heart
What a great way to start

A new life starting now
A life of hatred and anger parting now
Life rarely affords us the privilege of making a new start
Now I have a chance to play a greater part

I live knowing I could lose it all in an instant
But content with what I have
I guess being grateful affords you more
This is THE LIFE I CHOSE!!!

I love my Job By Dr Seuss

I love my job, I love the pay.
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss; he/she is the best.
I love his boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location.
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And the paper that piles up every day.
I love my chair in my padded cell.
There's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers.
I love their leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it don't care.
I love each program and every file,
I try to understand once in a while.
I'm happy to be here, I am, I am;
I'm the happiest slave of my Uncle Sam.
I love this work; I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job-I'll say it again.
I even love these friendly men,
These men who've come to visit today
In lovely white coats to take me away.

The life I chose: The speech that officially ended Apartheid

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