Today we have higher buildings and wider highways,but shorter temperaments and narrower points of view;
We spend more,but enjoy less;
We have bigger houses,but smaller famillies
We have more compromises,but less time;
We have more knowledge,but less judgment;
We have more medicines,but less health;
We have multiplied out possessions,but reduced out values;
We talk much,we love only a little,and we hate too much;
We reached the Moon and came back,but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors;
We have conquered the uter space,but not our inner space;
We have highter income,but less morals;
These are times with more liberty,but less joy;

We have much more food,but less nutrition;
These are the days in which it takes two salaries for each home,but divorces increase;
These are times of finer houses,but more broken homes;
That’s why I propose,that as of today;
You do not keep anything for a special occasion.because every day that you live is a SPECIAL OCCASION.
Search for knowledge,read more ,sit on your porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs;
Spend more time with your family and friends,eat your favorite foods,visit the places you love;
Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment;not only about survival;
Use your crystal goblets.Do not save your best perfume,and use it every time you feel you want it.
Remove from your vocabulary phrases like”one of these days”or “someday”;
Let’s write that letter we thought of writing “one of these days”!
Do not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life;
Every day,every hour,and every minute is special;
And you don’t know if it will be your last.

The Giving Tree
Once there was a giving tree
Who loved a little boy
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from her branches
Sleeping in her shades
Laughing all the summer hours away
And so they loved, and oh the tree was happy
Oh, the tree was glad

But soon the boy grew older
And one day he came and said
Can you give me some money, tree
To buy some things I’ve found
I have no money, said the tree
Just apples, twigs and leaves
But you can take my apples, boy
And sell them in the town
And so he did, and oh the tree was happy
Oh, the tree was glad

Soon again the boy came back
And he said to the tree, I’m now a man
And I must have a house that’s all my own
I can’t give you a house, said the tree
The forest is my home
But you may cut my branches off
And build yourself a home
And so he did, and oh the tree was happy
Oh, the tree was glad

And time went by and the boy came back
With sadness in his eyes
My life has turned so cold, he said
And I need sunny days
I’m nothing buy my trunk, she said
But you may cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away
And so he did, and oh the tree was happy
Oh, the tree was glad

And after years, the boy came back
From both ends of the world
I really cannot help you
If you ask another gift
I’m nothing but an old stump now
I’m sorry, boy, she said
I’m sorry, but I’ve nothing more to give
I don’t need very much now
Just a quiet place to rest
The boy, he whispered with a weary smile
Well, said the tree, an old stump is still as good for that
Come, boy, she said, sit down
Sit down and rest awhile
And so he did, and oh the tree was happy
Oh, the tree was glad