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Life is Beautiful
Life is beautiful,
You can make it more beautiful.
Everything is in your hands.
What do you want in your life,
It's up to you
Whether you want your life in the
heaven
Or in the hell.
Both Earth and Heaven are within
your reach.
It's up to you
Whether you want your life in the
garden of flowers
Or in the land of weeds.
Whether you want a sand stone
Or a gem stone.
It's in your hands.
Life is like day and night,
Every day is a new dawn and a new
dusk.
Sometime life is like a fading
Autumn,
And sometime life is like a
blooming spring.
It's the reality of life.
You must accept it!
But you can't escape from it,
It's the law of life.
Try to taste the spirit of every
season of your life,
And spread its beauty everywhere.
If you ever can't build a grand
mansion.
Then what!
You can build a house of love.
If you ever can't live a life
of luxury.
Then what!
You can live a life of happiness.
Love your life,
Love your fellow mates,
Give them the sweet flavour of your
life.
Life is a journey of one time.
You don't know the journey of
another world.
Whatever you have
Everything is right now.
So, live the life of every moment,
And make it more meaningful and
beautiful.
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A businessman was returning home on horseback from the annual fair in a nearby city. He had quite a big sum of money with him. It was raining heavily and the poor man was wet to the skin. He was in a bad mood and grumbled that God had given him such terrible weather for his journey. He entered a thick forest. All of a sudden, to his horror, he found himself face to face with a bandit whose finger was already on the trigger of his gun. He would not have been saved from death, except for the fact that the rain had caused the powder to dampen and the gun was useless. The businessman spurred his horse and happily escaped the danger. When he was out of danger he said to himself: “How stupid I was to moan about the bad weather, instead of accepting it patiently as a gift of God. If there had been a clear sky and the air dry and limpid, I would now be lying in a ditch covered in blood and in vain would my children wait my arrival. The rain which I was ready ...
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