shy 468 Posted January 17, 2012 A man lay on his bed at the end of his life waiting to die. His dream came to pay its last respects and bid farewell to the man who had never used it. As it entered the room the man looked down in shame. “Why did you not realize me?” the dream asked. ... “Because I was afraid,” the man said. “Afraid of what?” asked the dream. “I was afraid I would fail.” “But haven’t you failed by not attempting to use me?” “Yes I have, but I always thought there would be tomorrow.” “You fool!” said the dream, “Did it never occur to you that there was only ever today… the moment that you are in right now? Do you think that now that death is here you can put it off until tomorrow?” “No.” said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek. The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain – the pain of discipline, and the pain of regret – and while discipline weighs ounces, regret weighs pounds. Then the dream leaned forward to gently wipe away the tear and said, “You need only have taken the first step and I would have taken one to meet you, for the only thing that ever separated us was the belief in your mind that you couldn’t have me.” Then they said goodbye and they both died... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sho_shweet 657 Posted January 18, 2012 (edited) A man lay on his bed at the end of his life waiting to die. His dream came to pay its last respects and bid farewell to the man who had never used it. As it entered the room the man looked down in shame. “Why did you not realize me?” the dream asked. ... “Because I was afraid,” the man said. “Afraid of what?” asked the dream. “I was afraid I would fail.” “But haven’t you failed by not attempting to use me?” “Yes I have, but I always thought there would be tomorrow.” “You fool!” said the dream, “Did it never occur to you that there was only ever today… the moment that you are in right now? Do you think that now that death is here you can put it off until tomorrow?” “No.” said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek. The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain – the pain of discipline, and the pain of regret – and while discipline weighs ounces, regret weighs pounds. Then the dream leaned forward to gently wipe away the tear and said, “You need only have taken the first step and I would have taken one to meet you, for the only thing that ever separated us was the belief in your mind that you couldn’t have me.” Then they said goodbye and they both died... great,,,,,nice 1 SHY,,,, :flower4u: Edited January 18, 2012 by sho_shweet Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
daineee 211 Posted January 20, 2012 kis baat ka????????? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shy 468 Posted January 20, 2012 tareef ka aur kis baat ka Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sho_shweet 657 Posted January 24, 2012 tareef ka aur kis baat ka oye hellllllooooooo,,,, aap ki tareef kis ny ki,,,?? mae ny to post ki ki,, , Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shy 468 Posted January 24, 2012 oye hellllllooooooo,,,, aap ki tareef kis ny ki,,,?? mae ny to post ki ki,, , toh meine kab kaha aap ne mari tareef ki hai zahir si baat hai yahan hum topic ki he baat kar rahe hain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
daineee 211 Posted January 25, 2012 I was expecting world war III anyhw thats great ... u both sort out finaly Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
