18 Rules For Living - by Dalai Lama

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18 Rules For Living - by Dalai Lama


   1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
   2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
   3. Follow the three Rs:
         a. Respect for self
         b. Respect for others
         c. Responsibility for all your actions.
   4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
   5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
   6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
   7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
   8. Spend some time alone every day.
   9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
  10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
  11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
  12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
  13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.
  14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
  15. Be gentle with the earth.
  16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
  17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
  18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

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and wonder how this could be
My heart so swells for I wish to tell
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In such primordial time as mine
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to speak for Earth from deep within
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By Talia-Vin
      I stand amongst the carnage that surrounds me. I am silent as I gaze at the wreckage around me, blood dripping from my wounds, from my weapons, gushing from the corpses that litter the field and town and destroyed buildings and layer the streets. It has been a slaughter.
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hear me
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will sanction our permanent partition
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I love this so much that I cannot delete it from my messages .... Thanks