Exactly what generally occurs within the academic procedure is that the performance tend to be dulled, beyond capacity, packed as well as paralyzed to ensure that when many people are mature they have got dropped their own innate abilities. People have the spirit which can be refined, nature which can be possessed, the body which can be trained in many ways, an appropriate road to stick to. You might be right here to understand your own internal divinity as well as reveal your own innate enlightenment.
انسان کی فطرت میں قدرت نے امید اور آس کی ڈور سے ہمیشہ بندھے رہنے کا ایک عجیب سا انتظام کررکھا ہے۔ ایک ڈور ٹوٹتی ہے تو وہ دوسری تھام لیتا ہے ۔۔۔۔۔ دوسری ٹوٹتی ہے تو تیسری ۔۔۔۔۔ یوں یہ سلسلہ اس کی سانس کی ڈور ٹوٹنے تک چلتا ہی رہتا ہے۔ شاید قدرت نے انسان کی طبیعت میں یہ آس اور امید کا سلسلہ نہ رکھا ہوتا تو وہ پہلی ناامیدی پر ہی ختم ہوجاتا، مایوسی سے مرجاتا۔
These are some urdu/اردو words you can say to your lover/mehboob/محبوب in place of bae,baby,babe; with beautiful meanings. Take my breath away everytime:
Hamraz/ہم راز >>> with whom one shares secrets
Jaan-e-Ghazal/جان غزل Life of my poetry
Mahjabeen/مہ جبین >>> Moon-faced beauty
Sayonee/سیونی >>> soulmate
Zohraa-Jabeen/زہراجبین >>> one with a forehead shining like venus
Rashk-e-Qamar/رشک قمر >>> from whose beauty moon is envy of
Hoor/حور >>> Fairy
Madno/مدنو >>> Beloved
Dilruba/دل ربا>>> Sweetheart
Jaan-e-mun/جان من >>> Lifeline of my heart
Khawab ki taaber/خواب کی تعبیر >>> interpretation of my dream
“You are not lost. You are here. Stop abandoning yourself. Stop repeating this myth about love and success that will land in your lap or evade you forever. Build a humble, flawed life from the rubble, and cherish that. There is nothing more glorious on the face of the earth than someone who refuses to give up, who refuses to give in to their most self-hating, discouraged, disillusioned self, and instead learns, slowly and painfully, how to relish the feeling of building a hut in middle of the suffocating dust.” — Heather Havrilesky, Ask Polly
this tumblr text post:
“To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.” — Mary Oliver
From an interview with Kazu Makino:
Instructions On Not Giving Up, Ada Limon:
And this poster by Yumi Sakugawa
“You have to believe, in your heart, that even if you don’t work hard and exercise and think positive thoughts and make new friends and march triumphantly into the future, you are still enough. You will always have bad days. Being broken doesn’t make you a loser. You can crumble, and you will still be enough. Make that your religion moving forward. You are here to feel this moment. You are not here to become someone better. You are not here to impress or compete. You are not here to prove yourself. You are here to savor this life. Let down your guard. You are already enough. Believe it.” — Heather Havrilesky
“The first feminist gesture is to say: “Ok. They’re looking at me. But I’m looking at them.” The act of deciding to look, of deciding that the world is not defined by how people see me, but by how I see them.” -Agnès Varda
lyrics from the song Grow by The Oh Hellos:
“The world’s otherness is antidote to confusion, that standing within this otherness—the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books—can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.” — Mary Oliver
“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you,and that you will work with these stories from your life--not someone else's life--water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. That is the work. The only work.” — Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Millions and millions of years ago numerous plants died and slowly turned into masses of oil inside the earth just for the oil to be extracted, refined, and a small portion of it turn into fake plants
“That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality – your soul, if you will – is as bright and shining as any that has ever been. Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s. Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place. Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.”
— George Saunders, Congratulations, by the way (via quotespile)
Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.
But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.
She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.”