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When love beckons you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yeild to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

But if, in your fear, you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be life a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love.

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart.

Why should I do my best?

Have you ever watched a quitter in a boxing match a guy who just gives up and walks away. The whole crowd boos. They hurl drink bottles and bits of hot dog into the ring.

They don’t throw stuff because he lost. They throw stuff because he quit. In our hearts we all believe that we should give our best.

Eric Moussambani swam for Equatorial  Guinea at the 2000 Olympics. He didn’t win. Eric had never even seen a 50-metre pool. At home he trains in a little hotel pool when there are no guests.

The two other competitors in his 100-metre heat from Niger and Tajikistan were both disqualified for false starts, so he swam alone against the clock.

This was also the first time Eric had swum a 100-metre race something the crowd soon suspected. He swam with his head out of the water and he barely kicked his legs.

In the first lap he was really struggling. In the second he was nearly drowning! But Eric was fighting with everything he had.

At the turn, 17,500 spectators began to roar and with every stroke the noise got louder and louder. Twenty metres from the finish, Eric was barely moving but the crowd was going bananas. When he finally hit the wall, the cheering and stamping all but lifted the roof off the stadium.

His time of 1 minute 52 seconds was about a minute slower than all the other competitors. Who cared? Eric Moussambani had done his best.

When you give an honest effort, people support you.

 You feel happier when you do your best

Remember what it feels like walking to school on those days when you have done all of your homework and done it as well as you can. Don’t you feel just a bit more enthusiastic about school? Why? Because you are always happier when you give 100 percent, whether it’s an essay or whether it’s a basketball game.

Your teachers will tell you Work hard! and your parents will probably tell you Work hard! One day your boss will tell you Work hard! But you don’t work hard to please parents and teachers, and you don’t work hard to keep your boss off your back.

The big reason you do it is for you.

 If you get good marks, that’s a bonus. If other people notice, wonderful! But the main reason is how you feel about yourself.

    Yesterday, it was one of an extremely wonderful day ever!
    I never thought my husband Joey would do that for me,  I never thought he owns that kind of romantic nerves since we’ve been married three years.
    Sexually speaking, we made love once per week, and most of them were just normal sex, we never reached wild level, such as use some sex toys or seductive art. To be truthful, I want to try something new, but feel awkward to bring that up, so did he.
    Three weeks ago, he was recovering from an appendectomy surgery.  Therefore, we haven’t been able too conduct sex lately. Last night, after taken shower, I was sitting on the sofa with a seethrough pajamas, I was  making a signal to him on suggestion that instead of making love we also can do something else to content our phisical needs.   Amazing thing happend, he totally apperceptioned my body desire by my acting seduct and starting touched me, kissed me, then he dimmed the light and turnned off the TV. He hold me up from sofa and gentlely laid me down on the bedroom bed.
    An other few minutes of making out,  all of sudden, I heard some soud of buzzing from his hand. The next thing was that I felt something on my body vibrating and it runned through my entire body again and again by Joey’s magic hand moving. 
    It was unbelievablely amazing sex I ever had.  I had blacked out in those moments, it’s  like Tsunami which I never reached this  level. I told Joey my feelings that a physical delight is based on the physic flirtation that bring me to the high qulity sex life. Joey said he enjoys to witness the new demension and new dramatic orgasms of me.
    Our embarrassment of wild sex idea was broken by this magic sex toy. I suggest to Joey that we should do this often, we should buy more sex toys not just for me, but also for him.
 

There is no month is the whole year, in which nature wears a more beautiful appearance than in the month of August! Spring has many beauties, and May is fresh and blooming month, but the charms of this time of year are enhanced by their contrast with the winter season. August has no such advantage. It comes when we remember nothing but clear skies, green fields and sweet-smelling flowers when the recollection of snow, and ice, and bleak winds, has faded from our minds as completely as they have disappeared from the earth and yet what a pleasant time it is! Orchards and corn-fields ring with the hum of labor; trees bend beneath the thick clusters of rice fruit, which bow their branches to the ground; and the corn, piled in graceful sheaves, or waving in every light breath that sweeps above it as if it wooed the sickle. Tinges the landscape with a golden hue. A mellow softness appears to hang over the whole earth; the influence of the season seems to extend itself to the every wagon, whose slow motion across the well-reaped field, is perceptible only to the eye, but strikes with no harsh sound upon the ear.