Why are people happy? What influences their good mood? What could happen if one little fairy SUDDENLY stops doing her job? Read about this in our next fairy tale for children.
In one magical forest there lived a fairy. Small, with wings like a river dragonfly. She fluttered from flower to flower all day long, collecting pollen. And in the evening she scattered gold crumbs, saying:
- Fly, fly,
Give people joy!
And JOY flew down like golden rain. The one on whom the magic crumb fell instantly began to smile, forgot about the troubles, forgave his offenders and did no harm himself. The sick person recovered, the tired person received a charge of vivacity. The birds pecked the gold crumbs like grains. The kids made Easter cakes from them in the sandbox, and the grandmothers baked pies. Many even went outside specially after lunch to collect more magic crumbs. Some with a cup, some with a basket, and some just in their pockets... They fell from the sky generously - there was enough for everyone.
This is how the forest fairy lived, bringing JOY to people. She worked conscientiously all day: in the morning she collected pollen, in the evening she scattered golden crumbs. She had no time to chat with the bees or dance around with the moths. I kept thinking about others, I didn’t have enough time for myself.
But one day black clouds hung over the city. And for some reason the golden crumbs stopped falling. Day, second, third... The week is coming to an end, but there are still no gold crumbs. People began to feel sad, quarrel with each other, harbor grudges... And all the children in the city began to cough sharply, and the old people’s temperature jumped. And there was no one to help them. After all, you can’t buy magic crumbs at the pharmacy...
What about our fairy? Have you really gotten lazy? Did you stop wanting to give people JOY? No, I didn’t want to. Our sorceress just got sick. She drank cold dew and came down with a sore throat. But on earth they didn’t know about this.
People reluctantly trudged home from work, tired and sad. And there was no one to cure them - to cheer them up with magic crumbs. The cats in the gateways fought and bit, the birds were silent. The children stopped laughing, and their cheerful voices could not be heard on the streets. In the evenings, a sticky fog descended on the City, cold rain drizzled, my feet got stuck in the mud... Melancholy, in a word...
Once upon a time there lived twins Tolya and Olya in this City. Children are like children: mischievous, nimble. They didn’t like that mom and dad stopped smiling, the cat didn’t jump on his knees, and the parrot in the cage neither eats nor drinks. We got worried... We started thinking about how to fix everything.
And then one day, Tolya and Olya had an amazing dream in which they saved a river dragonfly from a large voracious toad. She had already opened her mouth and was ready to swallow the winged beauty, when suddenly... She fell from a huge water lily leaf straight into the water. Upside down, upside down, legs behind your head... I even forgot in the confusion that I could swim! It was her brother and sister who shook her off the page. With bare hands. It's not scary in a dream! Only circles on the water remained. And a couple of large bubbles slowly crawled towards the shore. The dragonfly winked at them gratefully and flew away, fluttering from flower to flower, laughing like thousands of crystal bells. And immediately I became somehow JOIFIER. Brother and sister smiled and... Woke up! And the smiles on their lips remained shining.
Mom entered the room. Yes, she froze. Everything around turned out to be somehow extraordinary – JOYFUL. She smiled. And breakfast this morning seemed especially delicious to the whole family, and the weather outside was especially good, and the cat was especially affectionate, and dad was very smiling. And the parrot chirped - you will listen! Could a simple dream really create such magic? Or was it the smiles of Tolya and Olya that had such an effect on everyone? Maybe open the window? Let them fly! Everyone needs smiles!
The windows in the houses instantly sparkled. The doors stopped creaking. The birds chirped JOYFULLY and the cats purred. Heels clicked merrily on the stairs, kids trotted along the paths to the kindergarten without shedding a single tear, schoolchildren with backpacks on their backs skipped off to their lessons... The fog cleared, as if someone had swallowed it. Maybe a big toad? That's right - she is! There is no point in offending dragonflies, let them now feed on the mists! In the sky, arching its back, there was a rainbow. JOY spread everywhere! Like a big warm puddle after rain.
And a miracle happened: everyone around was smiling at each other! WE HAPPY the new day, enjoyed the rainbow and happily went about our business, forgetting about sadness, irritation and illness. And what wonderful clouds floated across the sky - a sight for sore eyes!
The little forest fairy sipped linden tea in her violet house and didn’t cough at all. Now she won’t have to work from morning until late at night to collect gold crumbs for people. Now they themselves have learned to deal with sadness, to ENJOY the sun and each other, and all the fog was eaten by a large toad.
If suddenly you see dragonflies circling over a water lily flower, take a closer look... Maybe our fairy JOY is among them?
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It was twelve o'clock at night. Mitya Kuldarov, excited and disheveled, rushed into his parents’ apartment and quickly walked through all the rooms. The parents had already gone to bed. My sister lay in bed and finished reading the last page of the novel. The high school brothers were sleeping. - Where are you from? - the parents were surprised. - What happened to you? - Oh, don't ask! I never expected it! No, I never expected it! This... this is even incredible! Mitya laughed and sat down in a chair, unable to stand on his feet with happiness. - This is incredible! You can't imagine! Look! The sister jumped out of bed and, throwing a blanket over herself, went up to her brother. The high school students woke up. - What happened to you? You have no face! - It’s me with joy, mom! After all, now all of Russia knows me! All! Previously, only you alone knew that the collegiate registrar Dmitry Kuldarov existed in this world, but now all of Russia knows about it! Mother! Oh my God! Mitya jumped up, ran around all the rooms and sat down again. - What happened? Speak clearly! “You live like wild animals, you don’t read newspapers, you don’t pay any attention to publicity, but there are so many wonderful things in newspapers!” If anything happens, everything is known now, nothing can be hidden! How happy I am! Oh my God! After all, they only publish about famous people in newspapers, but here they published about me!- What you? Where? Papa turned pale. Mother looked at the image and crossed herself. The schoolchildren jumped up and, as they were, in only short nightgowns, approached their older brother. - Yes, sir! They published about me! Now all of Russia knows about me! You, mother, hide this number as a souvenir! We'll read sometimes. Look! Mitya pulled out a copy of the newspaper from his pocket, handed it to his father and pointed his finger at the place circled with a blue pencil.- Read! Father put on his glasses. - Read it! Mother looked at the image and crossed herself. Dad coughed and began to read: “On December 29, at eleven o’clock in the evening, collegiate registrar Dmitry Kuldarov... - Do you see, do you see? Further! ...college registrar Dmitry Kuldarov, leaving the porterhouse on Malaya Bronnaya, in Kozikhin’s house, and being in a drunken state... - This is me and Semyon Petrovich... Everything is described down to the subtleties! Carry on! Further! Listen! ...and being in a drunken state, he slipped and fell under the horse of a cab driver standing there, a peasant from the village. Durykina, Yukhnovsky district, Ivan Drotov. The frightened horse, stepping over Kuldarov and dragging through him the sleigh with the Moscow merchant Stepan Lukov of the second guild in it, rushed down the street and was detained by the street cleaners. Kuldarov, initially in an unconscious state, was taken to the police station and examined by a doctor. The blow he received to the back of the head... “I’ll hit it on the shaft, dad.” Further! Read on! ...which he received on the back of the head is classified as light. A report has been drawn up about the incident. The victim received medical assistance." “They told me to soak the back of my head with cold water.” Have you read it now? A? That's it! Now it has spread all over Russia! Give it here! Mitya grabbed the newspaper, folded it and put it in his pocket. - I’ll run to the Makarovs, I’ll show them... I also need to show the Ivanitskys, Natalia Ivanovna, Anisim Vasilich... I’ll run! Farewell! Mitya put on a cap with a cockade and, triumphant and joyful, ran out into the street.Dear friend! On this page you will find a selection of small or rather even very small stories with deep spiritual meaning. Some stories are only 4-5 lines, some a little more. Every story, no matter how short, reveals a larger story. Some stories are light and humorous, others are instructive and suggest deep philosophical thoughts, but all of them are very, very sincere.
The short story genre is notable for the fact that in a few words a big story is created, which invites you to stretch your brains and smile, or pushes the imagination into a flight of thoughts and understandings. After reading just this one page, you may get the impression that you have mastered several books.
This collection contains many stories about love and the theme of death, so close to it, the meaning of life and the spiritual experience of every moment. People often try to avoid the topic of death, but in several short stories on this page it is shown from such an original side that it makes it possible to understand it in a completely new way, and therefore begin to live differently.
Happy reading and interesting emotional experiences!
“Recipe for female happiness” – Stanislav Sevastyanov
Masha Skvortsova dressed up, put on makeup, sighed, made up her mind - and came to visit Petya Siluyanov. And he treated her to tea and amazing cakes. But Vika Telepenina didn’t dress up, didn’t put on makeup, didn’t sigh - and simply came to Dima Seleznev. And he treated her to vodka with amazing sausage. So there are countless recipes for women’s happiness.
"In Search of Truth" - Robert Tompkins
Finally, in this remote, secluded village, his search ended. Truth sat in a dilapidated hut by the fire.
He had never seen an older, uglier woman.
- Are you - Really?
The old, wizened hag nodded solemnly.
- Tell me, what should I tell the world? What message to convey?
The old woman spat into the fire and answered:
- Tell them that I am young and beautiful!
"Silver Bullet" - Brad D. Hopkins
Sales have fallen for six straight quarters. The ammunition factory suffered catastrophic losses and was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Chief Executive Scott Phillips had no idea what was going on, but shareholders were sure to blame him.
He opened the desk drawer, took out a revolver, put the muzzle to his temple and pulled the trigger.
Misfire.
“Okay, let’s take care of the product quality control department.”
"Once Upon a Time There Was Love"
And one day the Great Flood came. And Noah said:
“Only every creature - in pairs! And for singles - ficus!!!"
Love began to look for a mate - Pride, Wealth,
Glory, Joy, but they already had companions.
And then Separation came to her and said:
"I love you".
Love quickly jumped into the Ark with her.
But Separation actually fell in love with Love and did not
I wanted to part with her even on earth.
And now Separation always follows Love...
“Sublime Sadness” – Stanislav Sevastyanov
Love sometimes brings sublime sadness. At dusk, when the thirst for love was completely unbearable, student Krylov came to the house of his beloved, student Katya Moshkina from a parallel group, and climbed up the drainpipe to her balcony to make a confession. On the way, he diligently repeated the words that he would say to her, and got so carried away that he forgot to stop in time. So I stood sad all night on the roof of the nine-story building until the firefighters removed it.
“Mother” – Vladislav Panfilov
The mother was unhappy. She buried her husband and son, and grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. She remembered them small and thick-cheeked, and gray-haired, and hunched over. The mother felt like a lonely birch tree among a forest scorched by time. The mother begged to grant her death: any, the most painful one. Because she is tired of living! But I had to live on... And the only joy for the mother were the grandchildren of her grandchildren, just as big-eyed and chubby-cheeked. And she nursed them and told them all her life, and the lives of her children and her grandchildren... But one day giant blinding pillars grew around her mother, and she saw how her great-great-grandchildren were burned alive, and she herself screamed from the pain of melting skin and pulled to the sky withered yellow hands and cursed him for her fate. But the sky responded with a new whistle of cutting air and new flashes of fiery death. And in convulsions, the Earth began to stir, and millions of souls fluttered into space. And the planet tensed up in nuclear apoplexy and exploded into pieces...
The little pink fairy, swinging on an amber branch, chirped for the umpteenth time to her friends about how many years ago, flying to the other end of the universe, she noticed a bluish-green small planet sparkling in the rays of space. “Oh, she’s so wonderful! Oh! She is so beautiful! - the fairy cooed. “I've been flying over the emerald fields all day! Azure lakes! Silvery rivers! I felt so good that I decided to do some good deed!” And I saw a boy sitting alone on the shore of a tired pond, and I flew up to him and whispered: “I want to fulfill your deepest wish! Tell me it!” And the boy looked up at me with beautiful dark eyes: “It’s my mother’s birthday today. I want her, no matter what, to live forever!” “Oh, what a noble desire! Oh, how sincere it is! Oh, how sublime it is!” - the little fairies sang. “Oh, how happy is this woman who has such a noble son!”
“Lucky” – Stanislav Sevastyanov
He looked at her, admired her, trembled when he met: she sparkled against the background of his mundane everyday life, was sublimely beautiful, cold and inaccessible. Suddenly, having given her plenty of his attention, he felt that she too, as if melting under his scorching gaze, began to reach out to him. And so, without expecting it, he came into contact with her... He came to his senses when the nurse was changing the bandage on his head.
“You are lucky,” she said affectionately, “rarely anyone survives from such icicles.”
"Wings"
“I don’t love you,” these words pierced the heart, turning out the insides with sharp edges, turning them into minced meat.
“I don’t love you,” simple six syllables, only twelve letters that kill us, shooting merciless sounds from our lips.
“I don’t love you,” there is nothing worse when a loved one says them. The one for whom you live, for whom you do everything, for whom you can even die.
“I don’t love you,” my eyes darken. First, peripheral vision turns off: a dark veil envelops everything around, leaving a small space. Then flickering, iridescent gray dots cover the remaining area. It's completely dark. You only feel your tears, a terrible pain in your chest, squeezing your lungs like a press. You feel squeezed and try to take up as little space as possible in this world, to hide from these hurtful words.
“I don’t love you,” your wings, which covered you and your loved one in difficult times, begin to crumble with already yellowed feathers, like November trees under a gust of autumn wind. A piercing cold passes through the body, freezing the soul. Only two processes, covered with light fluff, already stick out from the back, but even this withers away from the words, crumbling into silver dust.
“I don’t love you,” the letters dig into the remains of the wings like a screeching saw, tearing them out of the back, tearing the flesh to the shoulder blades. Blood flows down the back, washing away the feathers. Small fountains gush out from the arteries and it seems that new wings have grown - bloody wings, light, airy and spraying.
“I don’t love you,” there are no more wings. The blood stopped flowing, drying into a black crust on the back. What used to be called wings are now only barely noticeable tubercles, somewhere at the level of the shoulder blades. There is no more pain and the words remain just words. A set of sounds that no longer cause suffering, that don’t even leave traces.
The wounds have healed. Time cures…
Time heals even the worst wounds. Everything passes, even the long winter. Spring will come anyway, melting the ice in the soul. You hug your loved one, the dearest person, and clasp him with snow-white wings. Wings always grow back.
- I love you…
“Ordinary scrambled eggs” – Stanislav Sevastyanov
“Go, leave everyone. It’s better to be alone: I’ll freeze, I’ll be unsociable, like a bump in a swamp, like a snowdrift. And when I lie down in the coffin, don’t you dare come to me to sob to your heart’s content for your own good, bending over the fallen body left by the muse, and the pen, and the shabby, oil-stained paper...” Having written this, the sentimentalist writer Sherstobitov re-read what he had written thirty times, he added “cramped” in front of the coffin and was so imbued with the resulting tragedy that he could not stand it and shed a tear for himself. And then his wife Varenka called him to dinner, and he was pleasantly satisfied with vinaigrette and scrambled eggs with sausage. Meanwhile, his tears had dried up, and he, returning to the text, first crossed out “cramped”, and then instead of “laying down in a coffin” he wrote “laying down on Parnassus”, because of which all subsequent harmony went to waste. “Well, to hell with harmony, I’d better go and stroke Varenka’s knee...” Thus, an ordinary scrambled egg was preserved for the grateful descendants of the sentimentalist writer Sherstobitov.
"Destiny" - Jay Rip
There was only one way out, for our lives were intertwined in too tangled a knot of anger and bliss to solve everything any other way. Let's trust the lot: heads - and we will get married, tails - and we will part forever.
The coin was tossed. She tinkled, spun and stopped. Eagle.
We stared at her in bewilderment.
Then, with one voice, we said, “Maybe one more time?”
“Chest” – Daniil Kharms
A man with a thin neck climbed into the chest, closed the lid behind him and began to choke.
“Here,” the man with a thin neck said, gasping, “I’m suffocating in the chest, because I have a thin neck.” The lid of the chest is closed and does not allow air to reach me. I will be suffocating, but I still won’t open the lid of the chest. Little by little I will die. I will see the struggle of life and death. The fight will take place unnaturally, with equal chances, because death naturally wins, and life, doomed to death, only fights in vain with the enemy, until the last minute, without losing vain hope. In this same struggle that will happen now, life will know the way to win: for this, life must force my hands to open the lid of the chest. Let's see: who wins? Only it smells awfully like mothballs. If life wins, I’ll cover the things in the chest with shag... Here it begins: I can’t breathe anymore. I'm dead, that's clear! There is no salvation for me anymore! And there is nothing sublime in my head. I'm suffocating!...
Oh! What is it? Now something has happened, but I can't figure out what it is. I saw something or heard something...
Oh! Did something happen again? My God! I can't breathe. I think I'm dying...
What else is this? Why am I singing? I think my neck hurts... But where is the chest? Why do I see everything that is in my room? There's no way I'm lying on the floor! Where's the chest?
The thin-necked man rose from the floor and looked around. The chest was nowhere to be found. On the chairs and bed were things taken from the chest, but the chest was nowhere to be found.
The man with the thin neck said:
“This means that life has defeated death in a way unknown to me.”
"Wretched" - Dan Andrews
They say evil has no face. Indeed, no feelings were reflected on his face. There was not a glimmer of sympathy on him, but the pain was simply unbearable. Can't he see the horror in my eyes and the panic on my face? He calmly, one might say, carried out his dirty work professionally, and at the end he politely said: “Rinse your mouth, please.”
"Dirty laundry"
One married couple moved to live in a new apartment. In the morning, as soon as she woke up, the wife looked out the window and saw a neighbor who was hanging out washed clothes to dry.
“Look at her dirty laundry,” she told her husband. But he was reading the newspaper and did not pay any attention to it.
“She probably has bad soap, or she doesn’t know how to do laundry at all. We should teach her.”
And so, every time the neighbor hung out the laundry, the wife was surprised at how dirty it was.
One fine morning, looking out the window, she cried out: “Oh! Today the laundry is clean! She must have learned how to do laundry!”
“No,” said the husband, “I just got up early today and washed the window.”
“I couldn’t wait” – Stanislav Sevastyanov
It was an unprecedented wonderful moment. Disdaining unearthly forces and his own path, he froze to look at her for the future. At first she took a very long time to take off her dress and fiddle with the zipper; then she let her hair down and combed it, filling it with air and silky color; then she pulled at the stockings, trying not to get them caught with her nails; then she hesitated with the pink lingerie, so ethereal that even her delicate fingers seemed rough. Finally she undressed all - but the month was already looking out the other window.
"Wealth"
One day a rich man gave a poor man a basket full of trash. The poor man smiled at him and left with the basket. I emptied it, cleaned it, and then filled it with beautiful flowers. He returned to the rich man and returned the basket to him.
The rich man was surprised and asked: “Why are you giving me this basket filled with beautiful flowers if I gave you garbage?”
And the poor man replied: “Everyone gives to the other what he has in his heart.”
“Don’t let good things go to waste” – Stanislav Sevastyanov
“How much do you charge?” - “Six hundred rubles per hour.” - “And in two hours?” - “A thousand.” He came to her, she smelled sweetly of perfume and skill, he was worried, she touched his fingers, his fingers were disobedient, crooked and absurd, but he clenched his will into a fist. Returning home, he immediately sat down at the piano and began to consolidate the scale he had just learned. The instrument, an old Becker, was given to him by his previous tenants. My fingers ached, my ears felt stuffy, my willpower grew stronger. The neighbors were banging on the wall.
“Postcards from the Other World” – Franco Arminio
Here the end of winter and the end of spring are approximately the same. The first roses serve as a signal. I saw one rose when they were taking me in an ambulance. I closed my eyes, thinking about this rose. In front, the driver and nurse were talking about a new restaurant. There you can eat your fill, and the prices are meager.
At some point I decided that I could become an important person. I felt that death was giving me a reprieve. Then I plunged headlong into life, like a child with his hand in a stocking with baptismal gifts. Then my day came. Wake up, my wife told me. Wake up, she kept repeating.
It was a fine sunny day. I didn't want to die on a day like this. I always thought that I would die at night, with dogs barking. But I died at noon when a cooking show started on TV.
They say people most often die at dawn. For years I woke up at four in the morning, stood up and waited for the fateful hour to pass. I opened a book or turned on the TV. Sometimes he went outside. I died at seven in the evening. Nothing special happened. The world has always caused me vague anxiety. And then this anxiety suddenly passed.
I was ninety-nine. My children came to the nursing home just to talk to me about my centenary celebrations. None of this bothered me at all. I didn't hear them, I only felt my fatigue. And he wanted to die so as not to feel her either. This happened in front of my eldest daughter. She gave me a piece of apple and talked about a cake with the number one hundred on it. The one should be as long as a stick, and the zeros should be like bicycle wheels, she said.
My wife is still complaining about the doctors who didn’t treat me. Although I always considered myself incurable. Even when Italy won the World Cup, even when I got married.
By the age of fifty, I had the face of a man who could die any minute. I died at ninety-six, after a long agony.
What I always enjoyed was the nativity scene. Every year he turned out more and more elegant. I displayed it in front of the door of our house. The door was constantly open. I divided the only room with red and white tape, like when repairing roads. I treated those who stopped to admire the nativity scene with beer. I talked in detail about papier-mâché, musk, sheep, wise men, rivers, castles, shepherds and shepherdesses, caves, the Baby, the guiding star, electrical wiring. Electrical wiring was my pride. I died alone on Christmas night, looking at the nativity scene sparkling with all the lights.
Joy is one of the main positive emotions and one of the main values for a child. Children, unlike adults, show their feelings and emotions more openly: if they rejoice, then with all their hearts, if they have grief, then it is real. Children do not know how to be cunning, they do not know how to hide their feelings. And it would seem that with joy everything is clear: joy is good. But... How much time in our children's lives is allocated for joy? And are the violent manifestations of this joy actually allowed?
What is joy for a child?
This is when he is loved and desired, when mom and dad can always find time to play with him, and not put their household chores above communication with the child. After all, you see, you can put things aside for 15-20 minutes and play with your child, read with him - give him your time. Joy is when mom and dad are always ready to help when they understand him. Joy is seeing a rainbow in the sky after rain, running through puddles... I think this is a list you can continue.
What about us, parents?
A child with his irrepressible energy is able to enjoy himself all day long. And we get tired, we want to sit and relax for a while, to quickly finish some household chores. We are so exhausted that this restlessness and loud children's voices begin to irritate us. And in the end, we may simply be bored with the things that make our child happy.
Children's world of a healthy child consists entirely of joy: children are always able to find something exciting to do. And if they don’t have a cool fire truck or a toy thermometer at hand, any stick, pebble, or leaf can turn into them. Whatever is at hand. The game will still take place, because all it takes is a little desire and joy.
The joy of a child is his energy, his unsatisfied curiosity, his development. If you “extinguish” the baby’s energy, you extinguish the joy in him. Lethargic children are sad, depressed, obedient and passive. They are physically less developed, slow and timid, often bored and don’t know what to do with themselves.
If in your child’s life there is no place for joy, play, noise, fuss, shouting, partying, then this means that he did not have a childhood. This means that you will owe your child a childhood. And in a few years it will be completely late - you will never be able to repay this debt.
Manifestation Joy in children, like other feelings, occurs in different ways. Someone expresses it violently: with squealing, laughter. For example, when receiving a toy or thing as a gift that the child so wanted. He will jump and clap his hands with such joy, jump on your neck and kiss you. And another child in the same situation will simply smile and say thank you. And it is not necessary demand from such a child violent manifestations of feeling, criticize him for this. This is just how a child is, due to his individuality, character, and temperament.
But an important role here also plays family atmosphere. As a rule, children from prosperous families, as well as children who see example manifestations of feeling. If the baby grows up in a family where the relationship between parents leaves much to be desired, where gifts are not a tradition, where they are accepted without much emotion (for example, when dad gives mom something as a sign of reconciliation after a quarrel, and she is ready to slap this gift in his face smear) - here you no longer have to expect the child to express joy correctly.
Therefore, dear parents, children need to be “taught” to show joy, just like other emotions and feelings. And they need to be taught through example, because a child is our mirror.
Let your baby be himself. Let him be a child - spontaneous, cheerful, inquisitive, restless.
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There is enough room for joy in everyone, and if suddenly there is not enough of it, you urgently need to take out the excess)
You just need to seize the moment and enjoy the little joys of life.
Rejoice - and the light of the sun will be brighter in your soul.
Practice causeless joy.
Just:)
Small joys will one day add up to great happiness...
Everything that brings joy has the right to entry without a queue.
Do not deny yourself small joys - they make up great happiness!
Enjoy small joys. Someday you will look back and realize that these were real joys.
Small joys are much more important than big ones.
R. Bradbury
Joy comes into our lives when we have something to do, someone to love, and something to hope for.)
Victor Frankl
“The world belongs to those who are happy with it.” (c) The inscription on the Indian bus.
A person who rejoices in the happiness of other people will always be happy himself.
Look for more reasons to be happy, and over time they will become an integral part of your life!
We know a person not by what he knows, but by what he rejoices in.
You must always be joyful.
If the joy ends -
Look for what you did wrong.
Bring joy, and happiness will follow!
As soon as I opened my eyes, I began to think about what I should be happy about today.
What time is it now?
- An hour for joy!
The ancient Egyptians believed
that is before the gates of heaven
they ask 2 things:
If you brought joy, come in without knocking! :)
Give joy - this is the path to happiness.
Your joy depends only on what you choose to pay attention to.
If a person knows how to rejoice not only in his own joys, but also in the joys of other people, then there is always a little more reason for joy in his life).
Juliana Wilson
Enjoying life is the best decision that needs to be made several times a day.
You know, when you get used to looking for something to be happy about, sometimes you find it as if by itself. This is what happened now. If you try, you can find something joyful or good in almost everything.
Small pleasures:
* Inhale the aroma of smoke from burning autumn leaves
* Hear the roosters crow in the morning
* Feel the fresh spring air and hear the first birds singing
* Stand on the seashore in summer and watch the sunset
* Walk through the forest, feel its breath
Freedom from sadness is joy.
People can suffer, be afraid and behave well in order to avoid punishment without outside help. And the hardest thing is to be happy and not be afraid of a damn thing. And this means that this is exactly what a person should learn on earth.
Max Fry. "Yellow Metal Key"
Joy itself will stretch out its hands to you,
If your heart is bright.
Small pleasures:
*Write favors to your loved one.
*Smile just like that and get a smile in response.
*Know your favorite poems by heart.
*Cry with joy.
*Receive this letter by mail.
*Ride on a swing.
*Have your favorite ice cream.
*Receive the long-awaited message.
*Jump on the bed.
*When there is a lot of foam in the bath.
*When a song reminds you of an important person.
*When the rhyme comes together.
*When a new chapter of your favorite story appears.
*When books are arranged according to size and colors.
*When you drink hot coffee in cold weather.
*When you love.
*When small wishes come true.
*When the cat itself jumps onto your lap.
*When you laugh sincerely.
*When you put on your favorite sweater.
*When you pick out the melody of your favorite song on the piano.
*When you are flying on a plane or riding a train.
*When you suddenly remember the best moment in your life.
Find joy in the little things. In the random smile of a passerby, any discovery from under the sofa, the light of the sun, a favorite song accidentally heard on the radio or wildflowers, for example. Feel the state of joy that will flow into you!
Lightness is the quality that makes us special. To be light during life's problems means to think about the solution, not about the problem, it means to leave the past and live in the present. This does not mean an indifferent attitude towards events and people. Lightness is a sense of humor and cheerfulness that helps us bring out the good in others, and at the same time makes us invulnerable. And this quality becomes not only a part of our life, but also a vital source for others. Smile as often as possible and you will remain light.
No matter what happens, I will not let my joy dry up. Misfortune leads nowhere and destroys everything that exists. Why suffer if you can change everything? And if nothing can be changed, then how will suffering help?
Small pleasures:
*Wake up to the rays of the sun.
*Drink green tea with honey.
*Watch cartoons with tasty treats.
*Talk with loved ones.
*Walking in heavy rain.
*Enjoy the fresh air.
*Look at old photographs.
*Laugh for no reason.
*Make others happy.
*Fall asleep in your arms.
By rejoicing ourselves, we make others happy; Seeing the joy of others makes our hearts light.
Small pleasures:
Long walks on foot (in company or alone);
New books (choose in a store, buy, read);
Give and receive gifts;
Sing along when your favorite song is playing;
Conversations about everything under the sun;
Petting the cat(s);
Receive and send letters and postcards (real, paper, hand-signed);
Help homeless animals;
When loved ones and relatives are happy and healthy;
The ancient Egyptians believed
that is before the gates of heaven
they ask 2 things:
1) Have you found joy in life?
2) Has your life brought joy to others?
If you don’t know how to enjoy a cup of hot tea, then your joy will be short-lived, even if tomorrow someone gives you a house. Joy and gratitude do not depend on the size of the gift, but on the ability to rejoice and give thanks.
Small pleasures:
*inhale the cool morning air
*close your eyes from the bright spring sun
*feel the closeness of a small but victory
*Hold an old book and smell its age-old smell.
*Dance.
*Make gifts to people with your own hands.
*Watch the dawn in the forest.
*Fall asleep while playing the guitar.
*Write your thoughts on paper.
*Observe the world around you.
*Smile at passersby.
*Drink tea with friends.
*Help people.
*Think at night.
*Believe in the eternal happiness of people.
*make a list of what to take with you on a trip
*swim naked in the sea
*look at the sea, breathe the sea, swim in the sea, fall in love with it in a new way every time
*meditate in nature, near the sea
*implement ideas on canvas, paper
*spend time with your cat
*pet, feed, take care of other animals
*rejoice at the harmonious fulfillment of plans
*re-read Moomins
*drink tea with friends, laugh with them
*hear the unprecedented, see the unheard
*Be friends)
How can I enjoy life when there are only problems all around?
Understand: life is not given to wait for the rain to subside. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
Small pleasures:
*Live by breathing air.
*Giving people a smile and receiving it in return.
*Hear the laughter of loved ones.
*Rejoice in the sun and all the beauties of the Earth.
*Feel cared for.
*Feel the warmth of your beloved hands.
*Love with all your heart.
You are the garden of Joy, you don't need anyone to be happy. You dwell in the Garden of Joy, but remembering the old things, you become sad. This Joy, this Moment will destroy both the mind and suffering, since this Moment is precisely Happiness. So don't go back to past moments that bring suffering. Papaji
Joy is loving what is. Sadness is love for what is not.
Everything that brings JOY... has the right to enter...
OUT OF TURN!
Live with joy, and joy will live with you!
Rejoice! Rejoice! The work of life, its purpose is Joy. Rejoice in the Sky, in the Sun, in the stars, in the grass, in the trees, in the animals, in the people. And make sure that this Joy is not disturbed by anything. This Joy is violated, which means you made a mistake somewhere - look for this mistake and correct it. Everything is in you and everything is now.
Cheerfulness is not only a sign of health, but also the most effective remedy for getting rid of diseases.
Always be happy and laugh. You will extend your life, please your friends, and annoy your enemies.
Sometimes you need to give yourself free rein, forget about everything in the world... and remember everything else.
Little joys are the greatest friends of true happiness!
Great happiness often grows from a small seed of joy...
Peace is every step.
The bright red sun is my heart.
Every flower smiles with me.
How green and fresh everything that grows is.
How cool the wind blows.
Peace is every step.
It turns the endless journey into joy.
Thich Nhat Hanh - Happiness is here and now
You don't sing a song to get to the last note. The singing itself brings joy. The same goes for life.
The joy is in living!
Chuck Hillig
Suffering is destructive; happiness is creative. There is only one creativity, and it arises from bliss, joy, fun. When you are joyful, you want to create something - maybe a poem, maybe a painting, whatever...
Osho -
Think about a time when you felt light, joyful, and at peace. Remember the people who were next to you then, your work, your home. Try to remember this as vividly as possible. And ask yourself the question: “What can I do to have all this in my life?”
The joy of Being - the only true happiness - cannot come to you through any form, possession, achievement, person or event - through something that happens or happens. This joy can never come to you - never. It arises from the formless dimension within you, from consciousness itself, and is therefore one with who you are.
Eckhart Tolle
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Be who you are and joy will awaken in you!
Don't keep the keys to your mood with others. And then no one will steal your moments of joy.
Eastern wisdom.
The most important skill is the ability to enjoy life.
- What if it doesn’t work out?
- Change your character...
Mikhail Weller, "The Meaning of Life"
OSHO
We know a person not by what he knows, but by what he rejoices in. Henri Bergson
Happy is he who knows how to sing with a pure and open soul...You need to be able to find joy in everything:in the sky, in the trees, in the flowers.Flowers bloom everywhere for everyone,who just wants to see them.
Henri Matisse
If you look at the root of the word JOY, and at the root of the word GIFT, you get a mirror image - RAD and GIFT.
When a person is JOYFUL, happy, a special radiation emanates from him. A special radiance, vibration of bliss and grace, and this is a true GIFT to the world. Animals are drawn to such a person to bask in the rays of his warmth, house plants bloom, children laugh around him, people want to communicate and be friends with him more and more - these are just a few visible manifestations of this gift.
When you are JOYFUL, it is a GIFT for the entire Universe. You strengthen Goodness and Happiness on Earth with your very presence. Take care of your good mood, rejoice more often and please others!
If you want freedom and joy, don't you see that it is nowhere outside of you?
Tell yourself that you have it, and you will have it!
Act like she's yours and she will be yours!
Richard Bach
When happiness has a reason, it will not last long. Joy without any reason will remain forever.
Osho
Happiness is on the side of the one who is satisfied. Aristotle
The combination of interest and joy is the basis of love. A strong attachment develops towards a person who is a source of lasting interest and joy.
Experiences of joy training
Nature has made sure that negative emotions are easier for us than positive ones. However, the ability to experience joy can be trained. For this:
1. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
2. The worse you feel, the more love and care you should show yourself.
3. Enjoy moments of happiness like you enjoy your favorite treat.
4. Treat your misfortunes as problems that need to be solved, and not as a generational curse.
By choosing to consciously participate in life, you will come into contact with a power and joy that will move you deeply. Stay curious!
Live with fun and joy
Breaking out of the routine of life is easier than you think. It is necessary to take an active life position and do what brings joy.
A state of all-encompassing joy is achieved by a child when he receives confirmation that he is loved. Signs that children look for:
- smile of an adult;
- tactile contacts. Happiness is when you are not only touched, but also hugged, squeezed, thrown up!
- the amount of time that parents are willing to devote to their child.
- the adult’s desire to continue playing with the child, despite being tired and busy;
- signals of joy and calmness that the child picks up on a non-verbal level. Girls understand without words when their parents are happy. It’s better to tell the boy directly: “You know, it’s such a joy to play with your own son!”, “I’m proud of you!”, “I’m happy that I have such a son!”
Don't forget to enjoy the life you're walking through;)
He who does not have a goal finds no joy in any activity. Giacomo Leopardi
