Saturday, May 23, 2015

The art of living to be happy and successful

Having a mother bird lays only one egg birds. It toner coddled and cherished the egg. Daily birds were counted mother back birdies birth date. By day chicks born, the mother bird was emaciated due to lack a lot of food and drinking water in the days incubation. But it felt immense happiness. At this point it is very hungry and wanted to go catch less prey for young birds. It hastily flying raven, finding ever new it caught a very good coincidence. Then it flew happily fed to chicks. Unfortunately for it, when it flew near the nest, then see a hunter.

... Birds mother pang hit and fell to the ground before it screeched to name children. What a pity for the mother bird!
                         Wait forever young birds do not see the mother. It referred to the ancient dry forever. She fetched her for not flying, it crashed to the ground. Walking and wandering mother cries, it experienced doctors passed Tabby cat. Tabby cat Uncle happy because the prey is going to take her mouth. Eye doctors rolled, tail wagging extremely interested press. Uncle owls fly just past the painful process, doctors get blinded off because not enough courage to look cute young birds are cats eat melon. Uncle capital to pick up chicks in breeding through knowing mother bird has died. It is cold sky cam, chicks do not fall into the cat's mouth and died from malaria alone, doctors catbird thought so. Then he flew away to catbird not see such a painful scene.
                          Incidentally uncle passing cows and ị early fledglings dying freezing and tired of leaving a huge yard. Take some time new fledglings were beak poking out of the dunghill to breathe. Cats do not always see their chicks look where it sadly and regretfully then also left.
                         The warmth from the pile of cow dung birds body temperature warms. It was healthy again and then fell asleep. Because it can not fly to the nest smell clean but his mother made it. So it had to live temporarily in the pile of cow dung and filthy stinking to avoid cats, dogs and rats. When hungry, it's only a few dare to run out to eat and drink less water haywire.
                           He remembered his mother and food shortages increasingly frail. Fortunately for him, in the pile of cow dung suddenly born as many as the chubby fat worm. It eats insects comfortable there. Then it getting better body, its farmers grew enough wings. One day it was up branches flying high return mother's nest it did and start a new life as a real adult birds. It's very powerful and become the leader of the birds in the garden.

                        Well, sometimes the difficulties and hurt in my life to make becoming stronger and more skill. For those who are born into unfortunate circumstances tortuous and much unhappiness like birds that live in cow dung. Fledglings know using cow dung warmth to warm ourselves, to shelter and get food from them. Please know I forged bravery, knowledge and personality itself in adversity. Bird not the stinking abomination of cow dung. Then you do not too self-deprecating to the plight and suffering of his background. Anyway there is also place for you life, nurturing place you are older. Sometimes, it is by far the bad stuff that you survive and thrive. Wind can make the boat capsized, but the wind also pushed the boat go faster on the water. The art of living is the most senior known abuse situations, circumstances and conditions of life to take away. You can not be happy if you keep staring this scrutiny is good or that's bad. You can only feel happy and successful when you know how to make both good and bad things happen to you the good things that make you happy and successful. Without the bad yet, no work no further. All good, all bad things because we imagine that out at all. First make you happy and successful is how you respond and cope well with things like? Chance of happiness and success always for everyone a very fair way.

                                                                             Author: Pham Thi Hoi

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