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6 decades of the most popular names for girls in the United States, in an animated GIF
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Boatmen in front of The New Mosque (Yeni Cami) near Galata Bridge: Istanbul - Ottoman Empire, 1888-1910 by Sebah & Joaillier

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Boatmen in front of The New Mosque (Yeni Cami) near Galata Bridge: Istanbul - Ottoman Empire, 1888-1910 by Sebah & Joaillier

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michiamocristina:
An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me  with a smile that lit up her entire being.  She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.  “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the  next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”  as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.  Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and  she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.  At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was  introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell  you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop  playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing  older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.  Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.  Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those  with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s  never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS  OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

redhousecanada:

michiamocristina:

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

I must remain always, both in principle + actively, interested in everything. Taking all of knowledge as my province.
Susan Sontag,
E. Fromm için toplumsal karakterin içeriği, belirli bir toplumun gerekliliklerine bağlıdır. Bunlar bireyin karakterini öyle bir biçimlendirir ki, insanlar yapmak zorunda olduklarını yapmak ister hale gelirler, böylece toplumun doğru işleyişinin yolu açılır.
yaseminmori:



Yeni bir evrenin başlangıcında buluşalım…DeğişiyorsunBuna ayak uydurabilir misin?Ruhun evrenin özünün kumaşından yapılmış
Hakkını verebilir misin?İncecik ve bembeyaz tinsel ipliklerle tüm evren birbirine bağlanmışHer nesnenin özünde atomlardan bile ince seyrelmiş bir öz havaya ve uzaya karışıyorNeyi tutabilirsin, neye tutunabilirsin? Aradığın gizli hazine sensin!Sadece ilerle sadece duyularını aç…Öğretilenleri öğrendiklerini tüm sistematiği bir an olsun unut.Sen sen değilsin Sen her şeysin.Hatırla şimdi neyi arıyordun? Kendine güven, bana güven Sana olan, bana oluyorMikrodan makroya makrodan mikroya her şey bir bütün içinde ahenkle dans ediyorHer şey bir temas içinde, her şey titreşiyorSenin nefesin bana değdiğinde, başka bir galaksinin sesi kadar keskin Titreştir kendini muzikle,Uyandığında başka gözlerle göreceksinKozmik bir oyun, bir düşünce hızla ilerliyorCamsın saydamsın adeta şeffafsın içinden dolunay gözüküyor,Gözlerimi kamaştırıyorsunÇünkü sen tanrının çocuğusun Kimse sana Onu anlatamazO zaten senin içinde ve seninle konuşuyor Sana şarkılar mırıldanıyor fısıldıyor bir bir sırlarıSen ona bir adım attığında o seni şefkatle kucaklıyorOnun göz bebeğisinBuna güven, bırak onun ellerinde büyüyesin Bir akışı var nehirlerin senin içinde çağlıyor çağlar ve zamansenin içinde evren, sen evrenin içindesinTek bir hücren kainatın tüm esanslarıyla doluHissedebiliyor musun?Bırak düşünmeyi sadece hisset bunuHadi perdelerini kaldır, ışağa doğru yönelSen özgürlüğü seçtinKimse seni yönetemez, sistemini kurarken ışığa yaslandın kimse sana neyin doğru neyin yanlış olduğunu söyleyemezBırak onların kavgası onların olsunİçinden çıkılmaz gürültüleri son bulsunSenin zihninde bunlara yer yokSenin zihnin tüm alemi kucaklıyorKalbin aklın ve ruhun sağlamBedenin bir bulut kadar hafif, zihnin dağları delebilecek denli yoğunIşık senin yurdunDünya senin, tüm kainat senin, şiirler, şarkılar,renkler, en güzel sözler senin Kurtul zincirlerindenBu hayat bütün inceliğiyle bütün yüceliğiyle seninSen tanrının çocuğusun

yaseminmori:



Yeni bir evrenin başlangıcında buluşalım…

Değişiyorsun
Buna ayak uydurabilir misin?
Ruhun evrenin özünün kumaşından yapılmış

Hakkını verebilir misin?
İncecik ve bembeyaz tinsel ipliklerle tüm evren birbirine bağlanmış
Her nesnenin özünde atomlardan bile ince seyrelmiş bir öz havaya ve uzaya karışıyor
Neyi tutabilirsin, neye tutunabilirsin? 
Aradığın gizli hazine sensin!
Sadece ilerle sadece duyularını aç…
Öğretilenleri öğrendiklerini tüm sistematiği bir an olsun unut.
Sen sen değilsin 
Sen her şeysin.
Hatırla şimdi neyi arıyordun? 
Kendine güven, bana güven 
Sana olan, bana oluyor
Mikrodan makroya makrodan mikroya her şey bir bütün içinde ahenkle dans ediyor
Her şey bir temas içinde, her şey titreşiyor
Senin nefesin bana değdiğinde, başka bir galaksinin sesi kadar keskin Titreştir kendini muzikle,
Uyandığında başka gözlerle göreceksin
Kozmik bir oyun, bir düşünce hızla ilerliyor
Camsın saydamsın adeta şeffafsın içinden dolunay gözüküyor,
Gözlerimi kamaştırıyorsun
Çünkü sen tanrının çocuğusun 
Kimse sana Onu anlatamaz
O zaten senin içinde ve seninle konuşuyor 
Sana şarkılar mırıldanıyor fısıldıyor bir bir sırları
Sen ona bir adım attığında o seni şefkatle kucaklıyor
Onun göz bebeğisin
Buna güven, bırak onun ellerinde büyüyesin 
Bir akışı var nehirlerin senin içinde çağlıyor çağlar ve zaman
senin içinde evren, sen evrenin içindesin
Tek bir hücren kainatın tüm esanslarıyla dolu
Hissedebiliyor musun?
Bırak düşünmeyi sadece hisset bunu
Hadi perdelerini kaldır, ışağa doğru yönel
Sen özgürlüğü seçtin
Kimse seni yönetemez, sistemini kurarken ışığa yaslandın kimse sana neyin doğru neyin yanlış olduğunu söyleyemez
Bırak onların kavgası onların olsun
İçinden çıkılmaz gürültüleri son bulsun
Senin zihninde bunlara yer yok
Senin zihnin tüm alemi kucaklıyor
Kalbin aklın ve ruhun sağlam
Bedenin bir bulut kadar hafif, zihnin dağları delebilecek denli yoğun
Işık senin yurdun
Dünya senin, tüm kainat senin, şiirler, şarkılar,renkler, en güzel sözler senin 
Kurtul zincirlerinden
Bu hayat bütün inceliğiyle bütün yüceliğiyle senin
Sen tanrının çocuğusun
Only with absolute fearlessness can we slay the dragons of mediocrity that invade our gardens.
“Only with absolute fearlessness can we slay the dragons of mediocrity that invade our gardens.”
― George Lois
Bamboo is flexible, bending with the wind but never breaking, capable of adapting to any circumstance. It suggests resilience, meaning that we have the ability to bounce back even from the most difficult times… . Your ability to thrive depends, in the end, on your attitude to your life circumstances. Take everything in stride with grace, putting forth energy when it is needed, yet always staying calm inwardly.
Ping Fu’s “Shanghai Papa”
Happiness isn’t being cheerful all the time," says John Sharp, a psychiatrist and Harvard Medical School. "It’s being interested in things—finding out more about something, learning how to appreciate something better, incorporating something new that fits with what you already have.

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Brad Pitt
Photographed by Steven Klein

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

I hope this doesn’t embarrass him but my Dad loves sending me emails which I love getting. He sends me these things and I just want to read one, I thought it was so sweet, he always phrases these emails in a very formal way…

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To stay present in everyday life, it helps to be deeply rooted within yourself; otherwise, the mind, which has incredible momentum, will drag you along like a wild river.
Eckhart Tolle

Lumière Brothers - The Serpentine Dance (c.1899)