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HAPPINESS QUOTES AND OTHER STORIES ARTHRITIS
“Even at the cost of enjoying your life, alas” said the master. “I shall leave enjoyment of life for my old age.” “If you ever live to have one,” said the master as he recounted the story of the highwayman who said, “Your money or your life!” “Take my life, I’m saving my money for my old age.” Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. Oscar WildeThe happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don't give a damn. Agatha Christie What's the use of happiness? it can't buy you money. Unhappiness in not knowing what you want and killing your self getting it. Most people would rather be right, than happy. CODE There was this old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish who kept confessing to adultery. One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said, "If I hear one more person confess to adultery, I'll quit!" Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word. Someone who had committed adultery would say they had "fallen". This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well, until the priest died at a ripe old age. About a week after the new priest arrived, he visited the Mayor of the town and seemed very concerned. The priest said, "You have to do something about the sidewalks in town. When people come into the confessional, they keep talking about having fallen." The Mayor started to laugh, realizing that no-one had told the new priest about the code word. Before the mayor could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger at the mayor and said, "I don't know what you're laughing about. Your wife too fell three times this week"
The principal said, "Hi Johnny, what are you playing with?" Johnny replies "Horse manure." "And what are you making with your horse manure Johnny?" "A principal," Johnny replies."Mmm, this boy needs to go see the school Psychologist" the principal thought. The Psychologist was a clever fellow starts by saying, "Hi Johnny, I know what you are playing with." "What?" asked Johnny. "Horse manure," said the Psychologist, "Right, answerd the boy. The the Psychologist said, "And I know what you are making with that horse manure." "What?" said Johnny. "A Psychologist!" "Wrong," answered Johnny, "Not enought horse manure."
Twenty happy years later, the man dies, and the woman, Mary, sticks to her vow and visits a seance four weeks later. It went something like this: Mary: "Is there anybody there? I'm seeking my deceased husband John. Is he there?" Strange, booming voice: "Mary? Is that you, Mary?"Mary: "Yes John, is that you?" John: "Yes, it's me." Mary: "How are things where you are, John? What's it like?" John: "Great, Mary. Everyday after breakfast we make love until lunchtime, which lasts about half-hour, then we make love until dinner. After dinner, we make love until we fall asleep. It's great. I can't wait until you get here." Mary (shocked): "Is that what Heaven's like?" John: "I'm not in Heaven." Mary (fearing the worst): "Then where are you?" John: "I'm a rabbit in Florida!"
But... he'll be bigger, faster, and will like to hunt and kill things. He will look silly when he's aroused, but since you've been complaining, I'll create him in such a way that he will satisfy your physical needs. He will be witless and will revel in childish things like fighting and kicking a ball about. He won't be too smart, so he'll also need your advice to think properly." "Sounds great." says Eve, with an ironically raised eyebrow. What's the catch, Lord?" "Well... you can have him on one condition." "What's that, Lord?" "As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant, and self-admiring... So you'll have to let him believe that I made him first. But remember, it's our little secret... You know, woman to woman."
Jesus takes the next shot, pulls out his 9-iron and swings. Again, the ball looks short, and looks like its going to hit the water as well. But instead, the ball bounces off the surface of the water, rolls along the top of the pond, on to the green, and stops about 3 inches from Moses's ball. The older man is up next. He walks to the tee, pulls out his pitching wedge and takes half a swing. The ball slices sharply to the right, hits a tree and bounces left. It bounces off the second tree, and goes right in the pond with a resounding plop. In the pond, a fish swims by and picks up the ball as its sinking in the pond, and swims it to the surface. Just as the fish comes to the top of the pond, a bird flies by and plucks the fish out of the water. The bird flies around the green with the fish (still holding the ball) about 3 or 4 times, when he swoops down toward the green. And just before the bird hits the green, the fish drops the ball right in the hole. Jesus and Moses look astonished for a few moments, until Moses gets angry, and throws down his clubs. He gives Jesus a dirty look, and exclaims "That's it! I'm NEVER playing golf with your dad again!"
Jenny's husband, Charley, was a male chauvinist. Even though they both worked full-time, he never helped around the house. Housework was woman's work! But one evening Jenny arrived home from work to find the children bathed, one load of clothes in the washer and another in the dryer, dinner on the stove, and the table set. She was astonished; something's up. It turns out that Charley had read an article that said wives who worked full-time and had to do their own housework were too tired to have sex. The night went well and the next day she told her office friends all about it. "We had a great dinner. Charley even cleaned up. He helped the kids do their homework, folded all the laundry and put everything away. I really enjoyed the evening." "But what about afterward?" asked her friends. "Oh, that was perfect too. Charley was too tired!" Being helpful doesn't always turn out like we imagine.
The man asked again, “how much do they eat each day?” – “Do you mean the white ones or the black ones?” – “The white ones,” – “about 3 kilos of grass,” – “and the black ones?” – “oh about 3 kilos too,” The man was getting rather mystified. “And how much wool do you get from them?” – Do you mean the white ones or the black ones?” – “Let’s take the white ones first,” – “about 2 measures a year,” – “And the black ones?” – “Oh about two measures a year.”At this point the man lost patience…”Here I am asking you questions about your sheep and every time you make me ask separately about the white and black, ones only to give me the same answer for both. Is there any difference at all?” “Of course there is sir,” said the shepherd with a knowing smile. “the white sheep are mine!” “And the black ones?” asked the man curiously. “Oh, they’re mine too,” replied the shepherd.
“Dancing?” replied the man indignantly, “of course not doctor, I never engage in such a vulgar activity.” “Do you drink alcohol?” asked the doctor. “Alcohol? I never touch the filthy stuff, I’m living a spiritual life,” cried the man slightly offended. “Look, I’m a bit embarrassed to ask you this but are you one of those guys who glides about of a night time, doing a bit of this and that?” “Of course not doctor, what do you take me for. I’m in bed every night by ten o’clock and up at every morning at six to meditate and pray.” “Okay, tell me said the doctor, this pain is it a sharp pain or a sort of dull ache?” “That’s it doctor, it’s a sharp pain right here.” “Simple, my dear fellow, your trouble is you’ve got your halo on a little too tight. All we need to do is slacken it a little.” WHAT'S LIFE FOR! top of page
The Buddha replied, “I’m sorry but I can’t help you.” “What do you mean?” railed the farmer. “You’re supposed to be a great teacher!” The Buddha replied, “Sir, it’s like this. All human beings have eighty-three problems. It’s a fact of life. Sure, a few problems will go away now and then, but soon enough others will arise. So we’ll always have eighty-three problems.” The farmer responded indignantly, “Then what’s the good of all your teaching?” The Buddha said, “My teaching can’t help with the eighty-three problems, but it can help with the eighty-fourth problem.” What’s that?” asked the farmer. “The eighty-fourth problem is that we don’t want to have any problems.” Although we may not realise it, we all have a deep-seated belief that if we practice long and hard enough, our problems will go away. And beneath that belief lies an even deeper one: that our life should be free from pain. Although these beliefs are what bring us to practice, a life free of difficulties is not what practice is about. Practice is about becoming awake to the truth of who we are. As we practice, our relationship to our problems may, in fact, become less burdened. But as conditioned beings, living in a messy world, we will always have difficulties. We will always have eighty-three problems.
He waits, looks up and asks ‘is there anybody there who can help me’…there is just silence. He looks up again and prays, ‘please is there anybody there who can help me.’ A voice replies, ‘yes I can help you, but you must do exactly as I tell you.’ ‘Yes, yes of course’ replies the man. ‘Then release your grip and let go’ replies the voice. The man waits a while, looks around ‘is there anybody else there who can help me.’
Just before the priest leaves the criminal says say to him, “please leave me a prayer to help me be worthy so that I go to heaven.” Mustapha the priest gives him a prayer then leaves for his ship. After reciting the prayer a few times the man forgets it so he runs across the water to Mustapha’s ship. “Please, please remind me of the prayer so I can be worthy and get to heaven” he shouts. “For you no prayers are needed.”
So hank stopped him, hoping to find something in it the bag but it was just full of sand. This went on for weeks, Juan would cycle over the border with a bag of sand on his back, everytime Hank would look in the bag…sand, just sand. He could smell a fish. Anyway a few months later Hank was on holiday in Mexico and he saw Juan in a bar. “Hey fella remember me I used to work for US customs and you used to cycle through. Look I know you were smuggling something but I couldn’t for the life of me discover what…come on tell me, I’ve retired now.” Juan turns to him, “bicycles.”
I wanted to change, but I simply couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried. As a result I felt self-conscious, resentful and trapped. Then one day, my friend said to me, “Don’t change, I love you just as you are.” Those words were music to my ears: “Don’t change. Don’t change…I love you just as you are.”
Just then a thought pops up, “what if she doesn’t like you anymore?” “Doesn’t like me” said Rueben to his thought, “of course she still likes me, I’ve treated her with nothing but kindness” and all was okay again. That was until after dinner when she still hadn’t called, when another thought pops up. “Just supposing though that she’s gone off you now, the kiss last night wasn’t as passionate as before.” “Ridiculous” said Rueben to his thought somewhat irritated. “I’ve been a perfect gentleman with her, I’ve taken her to all the best restaurants, and anyway she was slightly ill last night.” That seemed to settle things, that is until was laying in bed, when another thought arose. “But Rueben, she still hasn’t called and she promised. She’s probably being seduced by another at this very moment.” Said his thought. Rueben sat up rigid in bed this was just too much for him. “How the hell could she be doing that, it’s absurd. I’ve bought her all the finest jewellery, taken her on a summer cruise, my god I even helped her get a job.” He shouted at his thought. But the thought persisted.” Just what if though Rueben, just what if.” That was it he’d had enough. At that the phone rang and it was his girlfriend. “Hello my dear she said, I’m sorry I didn’t ring earlier.” “Sorry you didn’t ring earlier, sorry you didn’t ring earlier shouted Rueben down the phone. We’re finished, that’s it, you won’t cheat on me. I don’t want to see you ever again.” And at that he slammed down the phone.
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