Forgive yourself first. Stop worrying about the same negative situations in your head. Do not become hostage to your past by constantly reviewing your mistakes. Stop telling yourself what you could have done, what you should have done or done. Let go and let go. Move on.
« Les Brown »
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Pardonne-toi en premier. Arrête de ressasser toujours les mêmes situations négatives dans ta tête. Ne deviens pas l’otage de ton passé en révisant sans cesse tes erreurs. Arrête de te répéter ce que tu aurais pu faire, ce que tu aurais dû faire ou ce qui a été fait. Relâche et laisse aller . Passe à autre chose.
♥ Les Brown ♥
Physical suffering makes us so vulnerable
that without faith, we could not go through it.
Do not let go, because tomorrow can bring us comfort,
to see the sun shine, to hear the birds sing,
to be surrounded by people who love us, all of this
puts a balm on our suffering every day.
© Jay Jay 2019
J’ai dit à l’homme qui se tenait là, près de la clôture: Donnez-moi une lumière que je pourrai suivre et qui me guidera dans l’inconnu. Et il m’a répondu : Va, là-bas dans la noirceur, et plonge ta main dans celle de Dieu. Ce geste sera mieux pour toi que la lumière ne peut l’être, et il te guidera encore mieux qu’un chemin que tu connais déjà par Coeur.
I was dreaming of it all winter season and finally , here comes the spring with all the birds singing, the flowers blooming and all my neighbours working in their gardens and the children playing and the squirrels running up and down the trees. What a wonderful feeling of freedom and revival. Have a wonderful spring day everyone.
© Jay Jay 2019
I would have invited friends to dinner even though the carpet was stained and the couch untidy. I would have eaten the popcorn in the beautiful living room and would be less worried about the dirt when we wanted to make a fire in the home. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather tell his youth again. I would never have insisted that the windows of the car be lifted because my hair had just been combed. I would have lit the pink candle that my children carved like a rose before it melted into the closet. I would have sat in the lawn with my children without worrying about grass stains. I would have cried less and laughed while watching TV and more watching life.
by Erma Bombeck.