Monthly Archives: December 2011
Check out this exciting clip about the importance of optimism and happiness in our success in life.
If you can change the lens through which you see the world, you can literally change the way you live your life!
Life is so miraculously beautiful. The earth, nature, people, and everything living share one thing in common, ‘living’, the existence of a miraculous soul gently accompanying our physical existence… a soul that stretches too far as to allow us to appreciate the beauty of others, of nature, and of feelings shared.
To everyone who feels life is not worth living. To everyone who thinks life IS worth every breath.
Peace upon you all.
As we are surrounded by global recession, poverty, political chaos and general despair, never forget the part you play in relation to all matters you are worried about.
Only with action, one can rise in hope.
May we all have some peaceful years coming ahead.
Every one of us matters. We are all connected. We are all the same.
Most of us can testify to having heard a hunch and not following it, at least once in their life. Humans are blessed with an inner-compass that points out independently towards a direction, which may not be the same as the one of our desires or even our logical thinking. Those attuned spiritually to this inner voice (compass) may stop a minute to contemplate it, but most of us deny its validity, simply because we may feel it is an unprovable source of knowledge that is unworthy of following during the process of logical choice-making.
Yet, how many times have we heard a voice saying in our heads: “Had you listened to me, this would’ve/ wouldn’t have happened.” The voice we hear is the voice of our inner compasses, our souls, our true self.
In this light, I wrote this poem. Please let me know what you think of it:
By Razan Z. Kilani
What will I tell you, myself, should you keep asking me:
“What would you have become had you listened to me?”
Even if I die while pursuing my dreams, content I shall be,
For the feeling of having missed anything shall cease to be,
The more I challenge myself, the bigger my satisfaction will be.
So go on in your life, and never forget to enjoy its beauty.
Copyright©WisdomWithinConsultancy.com, Razan Z. Kilani
In this time of year, it is very important for all of us to feel our spiritual connection with one another, the world and everything living.
Dr. Wayne Dyer’s fantastic clip talks about how we are all connected. It is becoming increasingly important to enjoy our Holidays while keeping in mind the people around you and around the world. We are all connected.
A poem by Valerie Cox that still dazzles me by its humor yet deep wisdom: Truth is relevant, and senses can trick us into believing something that is not true.
The Cookie Thief by Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought “Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude”
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
“If mine are here” she moaned with despair
“Then the others were his and he tried to share”
“Too late to apologize she realized with grief”
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief