something to ponder on from the five people you meet in heaven by mitch albom

January 17, 2009 at 9:25 pm (joan marie) (, , , , , , , , )

I have read about this book and I really love the story. Mitch Albom really stirred and comforted the readers. Nice. Very nice. For those of you who haven’t read this one yet or for those who have read yet missed a point, I’ll leave you with some of the lessons I’ve learned in this book.

* all endings are also beginnings.
* no stories sits by itself. sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.
* when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.
* the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.
* people often belittle the place where they were born. but heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners. and heaven itself has many steps.
* people think of heaven as a paradise garden, a place where they can float on clouds and laze in rivers and mountains. but scenery without solace is meaningless.
* the greatest gift from god is to let you understand what happened in your life and have it explained.
* when you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished
* fathers can ruin their sons
* fairness does not govern life and death. if it did, no good person would ever die young
* strangers are just family you have yet to come to know
* no life is a waste. the only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone
* war could bond men like magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too.
* dying? not the end of everything. we think it is. but what happens on earth is only the beginning.
* he wakes up the next morning and he has a fresh new world to work with, butu he has something else, too. he has his yesterday.
* heaven is when you get to make sense of your yesterdays
* sacrifice is a part of life. it’s supposed to be. it’s not something to regret. it’s something to aspire to.
* sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. you’re just passing it to someone else.
* our eyes are different. what you see ain’t what i see
* all parents damage their children. it cannot be helped. youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
* sons will adore their fathers through even the worst behavior. it is how they learn devotion. before he can devote himself to god or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.
* you have peace when you make it with yourself
* parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. they move on. they move away. the moments that used to define them – a mother’s approval, a father’s nod – are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. it is until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
* better to be loyal to one another
* silence is rarely a refuge
* holding anger is a poison. it eats you from inside. we think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. but hatred is a curved blade. and the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
* no one is born with anger
* people say the “find” love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. but love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. what people find then is a certain love
* love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. but sometimes, under the angry heat of lie, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending its roots, keeping itself alive.
* lost love is still love
* life has to end. love doesn’t
* silence is worse when you know it won’t be broken
* it is never hard to act ordinary if you feel ordinary
* each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one

I hope you’ve read those that i have listed. They were all from the book. If you have time, read the book and enjoy!

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despite of it all, i need to work

January 15, 2009 at 10:05 am (joan marie) (, , )

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Have you ever get the feeling where you’re too tired to work or jump out of the bed and just curl up and enjoy the warmth of the blanky? Well, I have and it’s not good.

The rain is nonstop this week. Sun hasn’t shown yet and because of this, I get the feeling of tiredness. Every time I wake up early in the morning to go to work, I always catch myself nagging. I still want to sleep or just lay down on my bed cuddling my pillow and curling under the warmth of my blanky. The weather is making me lazy, actually. All I want to do is to slump and be a couch potato like I’ve always been. Maybe that’s the answer why I am a bit grumpy in the morning. (hehe)

But, the good side of me won; the responsible side, that is. I came to think that if I skip work, what will I spend until the next month’s pay day? How will I be able to earn? Will I even have good credentials if I quit? Darn. Responsibility governed over me. That’s why, despite of the laziness and tiredness I feel, I need to work. No matter how much I nag, still, I have no escape from work. tsk!

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