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Then is over; this is now. The less time and effort you put into looking at the past, the more you will have for living and experiencing this day. You will also find that letting go of the past will give you a deeper sense of strength. Instead of allowing past mistakes and worries to drain your energies, you will have a renewed energy to live your life to the fullest and enjoy it more.

Being content with yourself and optimistic about your future is not difficult. Whatever is in the past is over; learn from it and move on. When you are self-motivated enough to do this, you will see that moving ahead is the best definition of living life.

With that said, what can you do now? Sure it is easy for me to tell you to forget the past, yet it is a whole different practice to actually do it. Life is a complex set of events much of which of course is real, yet a large amount is just your view of what really happened.

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The faultfinder will find faults in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse.

The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. Which should be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.

Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends, Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

If a friend is a passing traveler in life, it is a hurried walk, but there is nothing left or nothing to take. So in our lives, how many of these passers-by have not been calculated.

What is a friend, a friend in the sea, a neighbor in the world. Can listen to what you say, this is the friend, can share for you, this is the friend. Always thought that happiness is hard to find, ever more friends, it is hard to find, in the vast sea of humanity, I do not know you, you don't know me, but there is only you and I will be connected to each other, fate. One day, the fate comes. Acquaintances are Providence, understanding is human meaning, and it is friendship. The ends of the earth always have their own days. There is always a friend of his own. A drop of water in the sea may not be the same. But a drop of water in the desert is the hope of life. When you face the Sahara of youth, friends give you the courage to live.

No matter how long the road of friendship is, do not ask for a long time, but to have it. Even if only one second, remember. Once had, this treasure in the heart of friendship. It is impossible to leave the country in a hurry. But when you really regret, far apart from each other, the friend is here or there, but remember: green gray, silvery mist. There's a friend in the water. The man has gone, and the heart is still. Friends have gone, friendship is still there. Miss in the sky, wandering in the night. Where is my friend, pray for you, and wish you happiness. Then, when happiness comes, I know. You are praying for me in the distance, and pray for your blessing to me.

In the maple leaves, write full of the yearning for you, in the sky full of blessing to you. The wind blows away the yearning, and the cloud will take away the blessing. But, whatever, we don't take our friendship.

Away from home, one comes to understand what “home” actually is and what it means. You can only eat rice for dinner and sleep on the street under the open sky during the trip, Then you will think abouthow lucky you are to have a happy family and eat well and dress warmly.When you travel, you learn how much you truly have that you take for granted.

A person,a backpack,a song,a road, people on the way, heart with the landscape, from the start, to the end, or happy, or lonely, heart in the distance, just brave forward, dreams will guide, high mountain and long river, road in the foot,the footprints into a lifeline.

Dali erhai shaped like a human ear, calm, like a dark green gem inlaid in the land of Yunnan, the breeze blowing, the sea glittering, thrown a beautiful road spray, charming and moving, let me feel the magic of the nature.When I am in such a place, I just hold my breath and observe the beauty. At such moments I think about how our life is excellent, what beauty it offers us and how important it is to value each moment of our lives.

Always want to travel, to the beautiful place, but often really set foot to the place where you want to go, then feel so. Maybe we just want to get away from the noisy city and boring job.Maybe we just want our heart to travel, no matter where they are, as long as there is a relaxing and beautiful attitude, life is beautiful!

Life is a journey, will encountertouching, sad, exciting, frustrating stories, always unexpected things.Life is to feel beautiful and kind, ugly and sick.But only in the arduous journey of life, always adjust the attitude of the scenery, can be able to achieve the person on the journey, feel life, enjoy life.

I waited a few minutes and then the supervisor was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you. " I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped. " Oh！ We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was thirty years ago！" "Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked. "I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago， "the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them， they might be able to track down the daughter. "She gave me the name of the nursing home， and I called the number. The woman on the phone told me the old lady had passed away some years ago， but the nursing home did have a phone number for where the daughter might be living. I thanked the person at the nursing home and phoned the number she gave me. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. This whole thing is stupid， I thought to myself. Why am I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that has only three dollars and a letter that is almost sixty years old?

She has big eyes, rosy face, high nose and a glib small mouth. The bright black hair of black black.

In the first class, we had a good relationship in the same class. It was a good friend who was inseparable from each other. It was a good student who was envious of his classmates. But because of one thing, he stopped talking to each other and even became an enemy. Finally one day, we made up again, a night under the rain, I only wore a short sleeved jacket, she had a uniform, each of our students are very anxious to go back to the dorm, I was no exception. On the way back to the dorm, rain drops on my body, I feel pain and cold. Suddenly, a man came over, a very familiar person - my good friend. She put her coat draped over my body, I suddenly feel very warm, I haven't had time to speak, she pulled me into the dormitory ran, she was caught in the rain like tears soaked through me. On the second day, we didn't say anything. After all, we wanted to be reconciled to each other in my heart, and then we were in good shape again. She is so strong, I never know that this pure and happy girl is no father. One day to her home, she is helping his mother do the housework, mother and daughter support a home, they are very happy, I was touched by her family life and character. She is happy to help people, not to count, to honor their parents, and to be optimistic and strong. She is a model for us to learn.

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy---ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness---that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what---at last---I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always it brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

The calm man, having learned how to govern himself, knows how to adapt himself to others; and they, in turn, reverence his spiritual strength, and feel that they can learn of him and rely upon him. The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Even the ordinary trader will find his business prosperity increase as he develops a greater selfcontrol and equanimity, for people will always prefer to deal with a man whose demeanor is strongly equable.

The strong, calm man is always loved and revered. He is like a shadegiving tree in a thirsty land, or a sheltering rock in a storm. "Who does not love a tranquil heart, a sweettempered, balanced life?" It does not matter whether it rains or shines, or what changes come to those possessing these blessings, for they are always sweet, serene, and calm. That exquisite poise of character, which we call serenity is the last lesson of culture, the fruitage of the soul. It is precious as wisdom, more to be desired than gold — yea, than even fine gold. How insignificant mere money seeking looks in comparison with a serene life, a life that dwells in the ocean of truth, beneath the waves, beyond the reach of tempests, in the eternal calm!

"How many people we know who sour their lives, who ruin all that is sweet and beautiful by explosive tempers, who destroy their poise of character, and make bad blood! It is a question whether the great majority of people do not ruin their lives and mar their happiness by lack of selfcontrol. How few people we meet in life who are well balanced, who have that exquisite poise which is characteristic of the finished character!"