Alright, let’s make an agreement. A) We’ll make an early start tomorrow morning and try to enjoy each other’s company in this beautiful place B) We’ll stop feeling sorry for ourselves; it’s not very attractive C) We’ll make our plans for the future

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thedailywhat:

Appalling Aftermath of the Day: The earthquake devastation in D.C. is almost too much to bear

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How unique in all of the world, that one nation that was the resting point from people groups all across the world. It didn’t matter the color of their skin, it didn’t matter their language, it didn’t matter their economic status. Once you got here, we were all the same. Isn’t that remarkable?

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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world,
and you believe you are living.
Then you read a book… or you take a trip…
and you discover that you are not living,
that you are hibernating.
The symptoms of hibernating are easily
detectable: first, restlessness.
The second symptom (when hibernating
becomes dangerous and might degenerate
into death): absence of pleasure.
That is all.
It appears like an innocuous illness.
Monotony, boredom, death.
Millions live like this (or die like this)
without knowing it.
They work in offices.
They drive a car.
They picnic with their families.
They raise children.
And then some shock treatment takes place,
a person, a book, a song, and it awakens
them and saves them from death.
Some never awaken.