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THE REAL LESSON IN THE TAOIST FARMER STORY

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “Maybe,” the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed. “Maybe,” replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors a

Tuition lesson s in organ music for kids

Tuition lesson s in organ music for kids

Life is yours

Life Lesson From The Cat.

The Difficult Lesson : Analysis

日本国の柔術の祖 = 田心 ( まごころ ) さんのこと、異界の女王スカアハ ( Scáthach ) は、武芸の達人とも云える。 William Adolphe Bouguereau ( ウィリアム・アドルフ・ブグロー ) The Difficult Lesson 1884

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Life lesson

Study is a powerful weapon....🤞

Lesson from life

Life

Lesson for all

Learn to overcome adversity

Three Things You Should Keep Private Income,love life, Next Movie.

Three Things You Should Keep Private Income,love life, Next Movie. Act upon my this suggestions you will be become successful.

THE SUMMARY OF ALL ACHIEVEMENT

Status, fame, women, wine, opulence, beauty, .... everything is coming to an end. One should rather try to be good as if today would be the last day and subtly try to "die empty" as Pape would advise.

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One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.

MY JOURNEY AS A CHILD by Richie Kharis

I came into the world with my hands folded. Yet they welcomed me with laughter and danced the sorrow away for tomorrow. Soon, I could no longer walk with my four legs, I became a little star, running around the field with two legs. I sat inside a rolling box as we journeyed to the east not bold to tell anything about the strong black feet on-road miles I could only ask why the other stars ate with their fingers stained because I was born with a golden nail. Sooner or later, days turn into years,