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ramyeonpng · 4 months
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Turns out, I had it in me all this time.
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crazystatusquotes · 1 year
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Best Motivational Story. Title: "It is very important to have honesty within yourself." "अपने अंदर ईमानदारी का होना बहुत जरूरी है ।" Click below to watch it: 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 https://youtu.be/r_y3Hg2NIDA
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mad4indiaseo · 2 years
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Women Empowerment Shaking Hands With Sustainability
The environment and the economy both benefit from sustainability. The environment is vital because it supplies us with the materials we require to survive. The economy is vital because it provides us with the employment and income we require to survive. And then comes the new age concept of Women empowerment...
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meinradsocien · 1 month
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Agama the Lizard and Foxy the Lazy Fox (A short inspirational story by Meinrad Socien)
Agama had quick morning routines. Filling his belly was priority number one, but never allowing it to fill was his ordeal. So, he happened to meet his usual friend who was up to a hundred times his size, Foxy the lazy fox. The two had grown up together and had shared glorious moments not to be forgotten.
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In the morning, they met. Confess, if their future is correct. Separate, hunt eat get fat.
“Each time I see you, my friend, you are running at supersonic speeds,” Foxy said, temporarily putting a halt to Agama’s dash. “It could have been interesting to watch only your skeleton running at this speed. I’d love to see it rattle and burn.”
“I have a meal to catch,” Agama said. “It is my priority. But should there be a need, ordeals can be addressed ahead of priorities. A meal is my priority. Life is my ordeal.”
Agama sped past. Throwing his body in the air, covering distances between rocks with jumps and briefly becoming airborne. The act of getting to the meal was exhausting and Agama’s worst fear was to arrive late. Today he was lucky.
A pride of lions were taking an early daybreak. No one would tell the kings when to work or rest because their work is usually easy to see when there is something to their credit. Agama’s breakfast climbed up and down the lion’s mane because it was attracted to the head region. The juicy green flies had picked up the scent of animal meat that the lions had eaten early in the morning. The smell was a signal and flies were answering quickly.
Agama was skilful. On two feet he jumped and caught a fly in mid-air. It was just an appetiser. He needed forty such at this dining table to walk off a lizard with no need for an extra supplement for the whole week. But halfway to the target, the lion roared, having noticed Agama diving into the mane.
Agama had heard the message. He was not going to overstay his invitation. He left, respecting his ordeal. A lion would not have taken a minute to end Agama’s ordeal if it ever wanted to.
From a distance, the fox was watching. So he waited for Agama in the path of the latter. “Well, your dining phase did not last long enough to tickle all the corners of your tummy.”
“Well,” Agama cleared his throat enough to offload his internals at once. “If you are digging through the refusal pit in the king’s compound, set your satisfaction standards lower. Even when you are digging after he has permitted you to do so, he may decide again and consider you a thief. Since you will never know which decision of his is final, take the fewest you can and take off.”
If you are digging through the refusal pit in the king’s compound, set your satisfaction standards lower. Even when you are digging after he has permitted you to do so, he may decide again and consider you a thief.
The fox laughed, his jaws separating wide, “He who set virtues that stop him from achieving his intentions, is scared. Fear is the enemy. Fear keeps you hungry.”
“If you wish, you can turn down a piece of advice, countering it through words of wisdom and they may help anyone while ruining you, Foxy. What qualifies words of wisdom is not the words themselves, it is relevance. I…” Agama could not finish his wordy response. Foxy had taken off.
Closer was a tree. A Martial Eagle had left a whole rabbit on the top branch. Habitually the Martial would let its prey roast on tree tops in the scorching heat of the savannah. It would wait for the result at the end of the day. A tender sun-cooked meat.
Having located the rabbit through scent, Foxy climbed the tree. He salivated on the rabbit. In his words, he was, ‘marinating the rabbit with oral spices.’ He dissected it into two and left one half as he climbed down with another.
In a cave nearby, Foxy ate steadfastly and his belly was full. He contemplated snatching the remaining piece of the rabbit. But just in time Agama, who had been looking for Foxy entered the cave and warned, “The Martial would not want you to steal from him for the second time.”
“You know I usually go back and steal the remaining meal. Why are you trying to stop me now?” Foxy licked his mouth, wiping it clean of the blood stains.
“I have noticed what the Masai humans do when they steal from lions.” Agama gestured in the direction he wanted them to take, leaving the cave. He was like a tour guide. But Foxy was not in love with the direction he was being led.
“What silly humans do?” Foxy was unconcerned. He was trying to close this dry conversation with his friend. It was only respect that was stopping him. He needed to be up in the tree and steal the remaining meat.
Agama convinced his friend to follow him. They rushed through the jungle until they rested on top of a rock pile mother nature had arranged millions of years ago to be Agama’s “viewpoint”.
“Do you see the lions,” Agama said, lying flat on the rock to capture the reserves of its heat. I want you to observe closely.”
“You just took me to a rock because you love sun basking here,” Foxy said in a giving-up gesture, feigning to return to his routines. “It is not a legend that lizards die of heat, cooked alive, enjoying the heat of the rocks. You came here to show me how you die?”
“Look,” the lizard calmly gestured with the head where the lions were beginning to dig into their buffalo meal. “The Masai men are getting closer, and they will rob the lions in daylight.”
Three Masai humans imposed themselves as the real threat to the lions. In a rare display of confidence, they kept advancing towards where the lions had started to dissect the Buffalo. Agama commended as the lions dispersed leaving all their meat to the there humans, “If you must steal from the king of the jungle. You need to believe that you are unstoppable. Once you start walking towards your target. Do not pull back. Because your target can turn you into its target once you give it your back.”
“So, am I here to be taught about how lions are chased away by the Three Musketeers? Coach?” Foxy looked down on Agama. Sitting down with his forward legs upright.
“No,” the lizard shook its rock-hard head. “Since you are a thief. You are here to witness and learn from the Masai method of stealing.”
Two Masai men remained in standing position, their weapons in ready position. Lions were observed at a nearer distance. One Masai man dissected two hind drumsticks with haste. Once done the three men walked off.
“Have you noticed that the lions were not afraid of humans, it is just that their confidence could not match that of the humans,” Agama said as he started to retreat from the rocky outcrops. “And before the Masai left, the lions were already getting closer to their kill. Meaning, humans could have been in trouble if they had delayed.”
“I don’t care,” the fox interjected. “I don’t steal from lions and I am not a human.”
“Learn from humans. Do not overstay your invitation, and when you rob allow perfect trimming to trick those you robbed to feel as if they have not been robbed. Leave something behind for them to feast on and forget about you as you depart.” Agama could see that his friend was feeling accused of being greedy. But he finalised the advice before calling it a day, “Bravery without strategy is a waste.”
The two friends headed separate ways. The lizard went to find a mate; the fox retreated into the covers of its burrow waiting for time to pass. And, of course, as time passed the advice from Agama quickly lost its grip in the cores of the Fox’s memory.
Three days passed and these friends could not and were not going to meet in the future either. On the fourth day, The Marshal left its rabbit prey to cook on the same tree top. Foxy stole his share and returned for the remainder.
The Martial quickly came to notice. It followed behind and grabbed Foxy off his feet and took him away. This is the day Foxy became died. His flesh fed the Martial Eagle that once fed him.
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graphicsinnovative · 1 month
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एक बार किसी ने एक 👨‍🌾 किसान से पूछा, "क्या तुमने इस 🌤 मौसम में 🌾 गेहूँ की फ़्सल बोई है?" किसान ने जवाब दिया, "नहीं, मुझे 🌧 बारिश न होने का अंदेशा था।" उस आदमी ने पूछा, "क्या तुमने 🌽मक्के की फ़सल बोई है?" किसान ने जवाब दिया, "नहीं, मुझे डर था कि 🐛🦟🐞 कीड़े- मकोड़े खा लेंगे?” तब उस आदमी ने पूछा, "आख़िरकार तुमने 🌱बोया क्या है?" किसान ने जवाब दिया, "कुछ नहीं, मैंने कोई 🔴 ख़तरा नहीं उठाना चाहता था।
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latest-info · 2 months
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From Business Success to Rock Bottom: My Journey Through Failure and Resilience
Imagine building a successful business from the ground up, only to see it crumble before your eyes after fifteen years of hard work and dedication. This is the story of my entrepreneurial journey, a rollercoaster ride of triumphs and tribulations, and ultimately, a testament to the power of resilience and perseverance. The Rise and Fall of My Business Fifteen years ago, I embarked on a journey…
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lgbtlunaverse · 3 months
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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.
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juliakk1 · 5 months
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A powerful Buddhist story about women love
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justabeginner56 · 5 months
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Education is The KEY to Unlocking Doors of Opportunity.
This video is about "How Education Can Change Our Lives if We Decide to Study." Don't Forget to Subscribe.
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outragedtortilla · 6 months
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Turns out, I had it in me all this time.
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wantoktube · 6 months
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You are not entitled to anything
In 2011, I came to POM searching for job. I needed money to buy news paper, bus fare to move around, lunch, internet Cafe fees to check emails, etc…Seeing my school mates with jobs was slowly killing me mentally.I wanted to do anything to earn money 💰. Applied for any vacancies on the newspapers hoping that one would hire me.While waiting I asked a pmv bus driver to wash the bus (who lived at the…
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storyspace64 · 6 months
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"🌟 From a struggling English teacher to one of the world's most influential entrepreneurs, Jack Ma's journey is a testament to resilience and vision. He faced rejections but never gave up, founding Alibaba, a tech giant that changed the game. 🚀💪 #JackMa #SuccessStory #Alibaba"
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dailygyankasagar · 6 months
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आज इस लेख में “Motivational Story In Hindi For Student “आप ऐसी कहानी पढ़ने वाले हैं जिसके बाद आपकी जिंदगी जीने का नजरिया ही बदल जाएगा ।
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mad4indiaseo · 2 years
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Replacing Single-Use Plastic With Bamboo While Providing Jobs to Many
The much-awaited single-use plastic ban is finally on board and rolling. Youngsters like the students of Sri Aurobindo College...
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blue-eyed-author · 6 months
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Some of my writer’s block cures:
Handwrite. (If you already are, write in a different coloured pen.)
Write outside or at a different location.
Read.
Look up some writing prompts.
Take a break. Do something different. Comeback to it later.
Write something else. (A different WIP, a poem, a quick short story, etc.)
Find inspiring writing music playlists on YouTube. (Themed music, POV playlists, ambient music, etc.)
Do some character or story prompts/questions to get a better idea of who or what you’re writing.
Word sprints. Set a timer and write as much as you can. Not a lot of time to overthink things.
Set your own goals and deadlines.
Write another scene from your WIP. (You don’t have to write in order.) Write a scene you want to write, or the ending. (You can change it or scrap it if it doesn’t fit into your story later.)
Write a scene for your WIP that you will never post/add to your story. A prologue, a different P.O.V., how your characters would react in a situation that’s not in your story, a flashback, etc.
Write down a bunch of ideas. Things that could happen, thing that will never happen, good things, bad things.
Change the weather (in the story of course.)
Feel free to add your own.
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 Acceptance
   In the majestic peaks of the Himalayas, nestled among glittering glaciers and towering crags, there lay a tranquil mountain lake. Nearby, in the serene wilderness, stood a humble monastery that housed a venerable Buddha Saint and his diligent pupil. The Buddha Saint was a beacon of wisdom, and his presence drew disciples seeking enlightenment from all corners. Today, it was his favourite…
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