We live in a world wherein most of us like to think we know what other people are going through, but the truth is: We have no idea.
İnsanların, başkalarının nelerden geçtiklerini bildiklerinin düşüncesi altında sürekli kaldıkları bir toplumda yaşamaktayız. Ne yazık ki, o bir illüzyondan başka bişey değildir. Zira, gerçeklerden habersiz, en ufak fikirleri yoktur.
This short tale video conveys multiple important messages;
Firstly, never judge anyone, nothing is really as it initially seems.
Before you assume, learn the facts. Before you judge, understand why. Before you hurt someone, feel. Before you speak, think.
So let us get in the continual habit that before we assume, before we judge, before we rush into conclusions; let us learn the facts, ask questions, understand why, listen solicitously, empathize wholeheartedly, forgive candidly, live simply, speak kindly, love generously and care deeply, about others, because at the end of the day, we need each other.
The other lesson from this lovely clip, is that helping each other, carries mutual benefit for everyone. So, let us share our gifts with each other, with the world. Cuz at the end of the day, we all need each other. 🥰😇💛
Till Trump came along, I had yet to see a man who pours ICE onto the streets in the middle of winter—normal humans use salt for that.
But I guess, that under Trump, even salt gets “fired”.
A story from 100 years ago, in 1923:
Read it, you will be touched, as I modestly was! ❤️
"At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, was walking through a park one day in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
"It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote:
"my travels have changed me."
The little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.
Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.""
@icreatelife@purrplecat Aww! Your kind comment made my evening, thanks Kris!
I’m very glad you found it lovely!
(I dunno how you remembered to reply to my comment from over a year ago, but hey, I appreciate it highly!)
Hope you’re well and safe. I miss interacting with you... a lot.. 🥹😎