A Motivational, Meaningful, Story About Stress-Managing

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they'd be asked the "half empty or half full" question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: "How heavy is this glass of water?"

The answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralysed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn't change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." 

She continued, "The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralysed – incapable of doing anything."

Remember to put the glass down.

Or, pure the water out and put the glass away. 

The above story originally exists somewhere on the net. 

9 Awesome Off-the-hook Messages

First of all, this is not my original writing. I once saw this on the net; from a Facebook page, if I remember well. Well, this is a featured post, sharing the following 9 messages that will put a smile on your lips and teach you something. 

Photo: Edited. Original @  martipieper.com   

A Poem for My Amazing Mother

When I first opened my eyes to the world
I saw a lady who sat smiling with a murmur
And long enough I doubted who she was
Finally, after I have discovered
She is my greatly amazing mother

She was my birth-giver
A great caretaker
And undoubtedly a forever timely lover
She is also a strong supporter
A firm believer in shaping my character

8 Lies of A Mother

The story began when I was a child; I was a son of a poor family. We did not even have enough food. When ever meal times came, mother would often give me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say “Eat this rice, son. I’m not hungry.”
That was Mother’s First Lie.