Treasure Chest
A certain man was walking along a beach
and pondering his life of where it has
led him up to the present and wondered
about his future.
Walking he kicked up some sand and he stumbled
upon a treasure chest. Excited by his find
dug it out of the sand and was thinking
what could possibly be in it.
Gold gems rubies diamonds pearls and coins
everything that would make him rich.
As his excitement mounted he saw an old rusty
lock corroded that it would have easily
been broken off by a stone.
So he looked for a large stone nearby
and smashed it open. He then opened
the lid and all he found were books
of poetry, artist materials and a old bible
and old maps from the 12th and 13th century he presumed.
So he thought how odd and what was he going to do with
this stuff and who buried it in the beach for
what seemed like centruies.
He thought is must have washed ashore from an old
spanish galleon or merchant ship.
Nevertheless he gathered everything and took the chest
home and studied all the things in it for a time but
became distraught and even bored with checking things over and over.
He read the poetry and most of it was about someone who loved many people but was sad due to much thoughts of rejection by them.
He looked at the old artist materials of brushes and pallet knifes along with scientific instruments and measuring tools.
Overall he had no clue of what to do with it.
He saw no way of how to use it for he could not think of himself
as skilled enough to make any use out of it.
So he locked it up with a new lock and put it away in a closet
and thought maybe one day he might find a use for it.
Over time he would think about the chest he found and he
would even tell a few friends about it but nobody took interest in it
of him for they looked at him to ask what he intends to do with his discovery he said he did not know but he did not just want to give it away to some museum or sell it to an antique store.
Then one night in a dream he heard a voice say unto him
"My son why do you not take what was freely given unto you and work with it?" "These things are yours they are meant for you yet you refuse to use or work with what has been given to you."
He told the voice he just does not have the vision or belief in himself to deal with it. The voice said to him "Don't be such a fool and waste this opportunity or the things given to you. Do not take it for granted for one day as easily it was given it can be taken away."
"One day when you least expect it the hour will come that you will be held accountable for what you did or not do with what has been given, what then will you say for yourself?"
He thought about it and understood that life on earth is too short to throw away that which was given.
People and the talents we are given if not used to benefit ourselves and others is a waste of life.
Time waits for no one.
We all may have treasure chests to be opened I wonder how many are lost and put away in dusty closets and have yet to be opened.
Once upon a time within an old curiosity shop
there was a wooden statue of a beautiful woman
that was painted with what seemed many layers of
various colors.
The statue was alittle over 5ft high and about 2 1/2
feet thick. She had a flowing dress and she stood
in prayer and sadness and tears with hands clasped
together looking up in despair.
She seemed dusty and dirty with al kinds of nicks and
gouges with nothing fancy or remarkable features.
The statue was standing almost hidden away from site with
other things similar and various pieces of fine art of
beautiful women.
Now one day a tattered old broken man came into the shop
and while looking around among the things in the shop
he saw this statue of the painted woman and instantly fell
in love with it.
He told the shopkeeper he will pay anything he asked for it.
The shopkeeper thought nothing of it and saw much value
and even forgot he had it standing there or where he got it from
or how he acquired it.
He had no clue who made it for it was not signed or dated
and had no uniqueness about it.
The old man told the shopkeeper he cared not so much who fashioned her all that mattered is he wanted her just as she is.
The shopkeeper said to make him an offer.
The old man offered what was considered a king's ransom.
The shopkeeper was rather amazed but nevertheless made a
profitable deal.
So the old man took home and studio for he was an artisan and sculptor but no master at it by any means.
Nevertheless he diligently and delicately cleaned her up and scraped off and cut away all the old icky layers of paint of what seemed to be tons of chips and filings and dust.
When he got to the natural wood and saw all the nicks and gouges and pits within the wood he saw some areas within the wood of what appeared to be shiny and golden.
Excited to find what was hidden underneath he chipped away a small section of wood only to discover she was made of solid gold underneath.
Amazed to his find he chipped away all the wood with a fury to learn she was a pure gold statue that was deliberately covered up with all the wood and paint.
He thought why would anyone would want to cover up such beauty?
As he looked closer he noticed a small signature stamped and hidden on one of her breasts near her heart and it read GOD.
Stunned the old man was of seeing this and looking at the chippings on the floor and this golden statue of a woman who was lost and forgotten and discarded by so many he wondered why they could not see her value or worth. He pondered the idea that all the wood was her hardened shell
to protect her emotions. The paint was all the layers of her lessons
of joys and sorrows in life.
The nicks and gouges were her scars she endured to remind her of her journey.
All the paint, all the wood became so clear. She forgot her true inner beauty and her value as God saw her. Being shuffled around from place to place from one curiosity shop to another.
Having so many shopkeepers who abused her or treated her badly and just covered things up with paint to hide her scars and nicks and scrapes
her value became the perception of all the various shopkeepers who had her tucked away and hidden among the other art pieces.
The moral of this story is what we discard as nothing of value or of beauty, God who fashioned us from the womb has a different point of view.
For the goodness in us all great or small God sees the gold behind the many layers we place upon ourselves.
There are so many beautiful women here on CS from all parts of the planet. I see most are in the age group of 40 to 50 and all divorced.
I wonder why that is?
So much beauty discarded for what reasons?
As a fool looking and pondering such beauty I never hear the reasons why so many are divorced and unhappy in their relationships.
They joined this site in hope to find another chance but in most cases sabotage their efforts in gaining that chance.
Yes they all seek that special connection but sometimes when
it is right in front of them the are blinded by their past failures. Always do we look at our past as a frame of reference
but walk blindly and in fear of our future to emotionally touch and see our reflection of our highest goal in love.
It angers me so much to see so much dysfunction but I am just a voice in the wilderness that many will discard as a fool who has nothing to offer. However if people are looking for bread to feed them and discard the emotional connection to the hand that feeds them then what is the point in complaining about why nobody seems to understand the stupid questions people post of the quality of relationships or the foolish silly ideas of s*xual connection?
I find more people post silly useless ideas about if one squirts the wrong way or the right way or if one is not so particular that they are willing to do it perpendicular.
Yet I see in many profiles what many hope for and yet end up with a dork anyhow.
Lets face it most men are dorks and think between their legs.
Most women are not much different. With that said I hope one day people make an emotional spiritual connection then everything else will follow and make it so much more complete.
Something to ponder in America today.
A white man be he a policeman or a law abiding citizen shoots a black man out of either self defense or in line of duty but being
white they are beat up by the media and rioting in the streets.
A black man kills his own or beats and rapes a woman be they
black or white and they are nothing but a 5 minute slot on the news.
However if a white man kills a black man they run the issue to the
ground until some form of justice is done. Why? Does any of this
kind of public hoopla happen in Europe or Asia on similar situations?
We all know the Muslim world is pretty much f*cked up but is any of this nonsense necessary? Martin Luther King Jr. said something to the effect that men should be measured by the content of their character not by their color. Should we not also measure them by their behavior as well? When will people learn the true value of life that no matter what color or religion we are human. We all have brains a mind a heart limbs and the ability to rationalize which separates us from the animals. However how often do we see animals of their own kind kill each other just because of the way they look? Man is supposed to be smarter than animals. Yet look at him. Man is so hell bent on destroying himself over nothing. Trivial ideas that one may not agree or approve of instead of working out the differences we want to destroy to justify our thought systems.
So many wars have been fought over someone who disagreed about something another proposed. Who suffers the most but our military on both sides. I find it frustrating to think as kids we are taught to hate a particular race or creed. In school we are taught to stay away from the bully or when a bully decides he or she does not like a particular kid so he/she teaches others to hate that kid having no reason as to why they must dislike a kid. So when will the human race ever stop hurting itself over foolish ideas? We have diseases to be cured children and elderly to be healed along with everyone in between. This world is hurting and yet complacency and apathy is surely a silent killer just like heart disease. What condition or event must happen until the human race decides to stop hurting itself and bring healing and compassion to all no matter what color or religion one is?
There once was a woman while contemplating her life her hopes her dreams as she took a basket of rose pedals she had picked from a nearby field and each day she would go to a local brook under a willow tree and place one pedal into the water and closed her eyes then opened them to see the pedal was gone.
Then got up and walked away to continue her day.
Each and everyday she would come to the brook bringing her basket
and placed one pedal into the brook and closed her eyes then walked away.
A knight while riding on a horse coming from a far country silently striding along saw the woman coming to brook
placing a pedal in the water. The knight had stopped to water the horse and drink from the brook himself. The woman startled by his presence was about to leave out of fear but decided to stay out of curiosity. The knight asked her what was with the rose pedals and why only one why not a few? The woman explained that each one was a dream she had from the previous night some good and some bad. Each one had their quality and merit but I only send out one for each. The knight asked just how many dreams ever get fulfilled? How many ever go unanswered?
She said very few get answered yet the quality of those that do get answered is what counts. The ones in the brook are the dreams that get answered. The ones still in the basket are still waiting to be fulfilled.
The knight pulled out a sack of pebbles he has collected in his travels he said he collected pebbles to remind him of all the pain he caused and the pain he endured. He thought if he placed one pebble on top of a rose pedal the woman placed in the brook what would become of his pebbles and her petals. Would they sink or float? So they tried it and came back another day when she was ready to place her next dream petal. The knight place his pebble of pain upon it and but miracle it floated effortlessly.
They both realized a truth that with great pain do dreams can perhaps come true. For the strength of beauty in dreams are fragile but can withstand much pain and endurance. As for love only the test of time can make dreams come true.
One night I had a dream
I dreamt I was walking along
a river with trees and flowers
throughout.
Off into the distance were mountains
and a sky of blue as clouds rolled by
The sn burned bright and overall it
was a wondrful sight
Off into the distance just a short bit away
there was an old man sitting along the river
who seemed to have much on his mind
as he stared into the river seeming to
be pondering over much.
Yet there was something different about him
He had a cup of gold like a chalice
in his hand.
He saw me walking and called me to sit and
keep him company.
I considered why not? he seemed like a friendly
and learned old man.
As I pondered what he was all about and what he had to say
I felt kind of lost in a peculiar way
While staring out upon the river
he asked toto take the cup and look inside
I saw it had water about halfway
He then told me this is my life
as I saw it.
He then took another cup he had hidden in
his pocket.
He then got up to walk over the river
and gently placed it in the water
he then filled it up the previous cup with
the new water until it overflowed.
I asked why he was doing that he then explained
" This is how you see yourself, Consider the first cup
it has all the doubts fears and illusions you have about yourself
Yet you insist wanting more.
As you can see by adding more it flooded over
If the universe wanted you to have more it would have to make room by emptying what is already there.
Yet consider what is already there Hence first you must empty the old water and allow new water to fill your cup.
Seeing the cup as half empty seeing the cup of everything you already have if you do not like what you have to drink perhaps it's time to empty that which is in it and start with fresh water.
Ponder this in your travels.
Angels dancing in my head as I ponder them
wishing they were in my bed
They come and go in ebb and flo
like shadows in the night offering
their beauty and light.
Many have little to say but show me much in their
unique fashionable way.
Thoughts of love I try to convey but somehow they seem
to be so allusive as they fade into the dark of night.
So many I have met so many I have hurt so many regrets
but I hope I am not down for the count yet.
I know my ways are often misunderstood
I can't take back the hurtful thoughts even if I could
I wonder would it matter to try and heal the hearts
already shattered?
I have no one else to blame yet it's time to be real
and stop hiding in my shame.
All I want is to give the beauty I see wings of love for all
eternity.
Tis hard to give what one does not have for himself
but, if it's any hope and consolation
I want to offer my apologies to all those I hurt
by doing so I release myself of my own guilt.
I may not know how to love any better than anyone else but in hope to offer friendship kindness thoughts and compassion to the hurting and hopeless do I set them free as well as myself.
WHY MEN ARE RARELY DEPRESSED:
Men Are Just Happier People --
What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack...
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
If someone forgets to invite you,
He or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, even decades.
One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look
You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife..
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives
On December 24 in 25 minutes.
Men Are Just Happier People
NICKNAMES
If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah. If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Bubba and Wildman.
EATING OUT
When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators...YEP!!!
MONEY
A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.
BATHROOMS
A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel.
The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.
ARGUMENTS
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
FUTURE
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
MARRIAGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.
DRESSING UP
A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
NATURAL
Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
OFFSPRING
Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!
For the women who have a sense of humor and who can handle it .....
and to the men who will enjoy reading it!
A thought to consider about biting the hand that feeds us be it emotionally spiritually or physically.
I ponder the idea when a man or fool offers a thought of affection or interest in a woman he sees on CS why do they shut them out? What is the point of this crazy site anyhow? Just to post stupid shit questions about who is getting laid or not?
Or wishful thinking of getting laid? Or posting empty dogma of bitterness or hatred or approval seeking? Is it all about control and abuse? Do women here want to control or be controlled? Do men here want to be controlled or abused leaving themselves wide open for any kind of patronizing?
I see there are probably 1000's of people from the US and Europe
on this site writing up their resume to appeal to some fool to appeal to them Yet when anyone tries to say hello or tries to make an attempt to inquire those who stop by to check out a profile they immediately hide or do not respond or go off the grid and never seen or heard of again. Yet when they sometimes return online and one attempts to contact again still no response. What I am getting at if someone comes along and wants to offer anything good to another be it a thought of affection or a general thought of respect to break the ice for conversation why walk away why build a wall why shut or bite the hand who may be able to feed them emotionally or spiritually? Is this site only for social cliques? or is it to reach out to people that was once thought to be unreachable? 50 yrs ago it was unheard of to communicate to people from different countries. Today we take it for granted. Yet one common denominator still exists which is getting over social anxiety yet do consider most everyone here is 4000 to 12000 miles away which makes people quite safe I would say. Something to ponder
Obama goes on a State visit to Israel, and while he is on a tour of Jerusalem he has a fatal heart attack.
The undertakers tells the US diplomats: "You can have him shipped home for $1 million or you can bury him here in the Holy Land for $100."
The US diplomats go into a huddle and come back to the undertaker and tell him they still want Obama flown home.
The undertaker is puzzled and asks: "Why would you spend $1 million to get him home when it would be wonderful to be buried here in this religious country and you would only spend $100?"
One diplomat replied: "More than 2000 years ago a man died here, was buried here, and just 3 days later he rose from the dead.
"We simply can't take that risk".
The magic of Christmas
The idea that God decided to give his beloved son to live and consort among nay sayers and gave his life to what he believed in to me is much to be praised and honored. So those who are out and about celebrating their holiday getting drunk and about getting gifts for ungrateful people in your lives though out the years who was not there for you I bid you love
of God and his beloved son Jesus was always there for you no matter what condition of your life is.
There once was a village within a valley
with many people who gathered around
the town square and within the square
stood a tower built with everyones ideas and
points of view of how they saw and felt about
thier village.
As they all gathered among themselves each of them
had their particular story to tell
as they placed their hopes and dreams upon the altar
that surrounded the tower they made little wishes and prayers
that they would be understood in thier quest for love and understanding.
Everyday they would come together to share their thoughts
and often laughed and cried about thier hopes and dreams.
Yet thoughout the clamour and selective points of view
they all had one thing in common they continued to
come to the tower everyday and placed their grievances
their hopes and aspirations for love and understanding
of which the tower now became their solace and place of comfort.
Some even placed their complaints and questions for meaning in their lives.
Each of them seemed to attach themselves to their particular
comfort of who seemed to feed them what they thought they needed
for the day.
Now one day a stranger they never knew came wandering
into their village who had a different point of view.
He was tattered and forlorn as could be and his thoughts
and ways were often misunderstood.
He had little in common to the people in the village
they considered him different and not like the sheepfold
of the villagers.
As he saw the villagers congregating around the tower
he noticed the maidens of the village
giggling and laughing at times and other times they
were crying and wailing to the tower in hopes they could
find some relief to their pain and joy.
He also noticed the men folk likewise were sometimes serenading
to the maidens as well to the tower in hope that they could
somehow find what they are looking for.
The tattered old man found it quite unique to see such clamour
So he asked them what is it that they are seeking and what does this tower they built do for them?
Does it give you the love you seek? Does it fill your heart with joy?
Can it comfort you when you are cold and alone?
How does it work for you? Does it offer healing? Does it feed you and nourish you? Does this tower love you? Does it give you the love you seek? Now the people of the tower said to him who are you to question or judge us concerning our tower for we come here because it is for some all we have. Do you wish to join us and comply to it's beckoning or criticize it and our ways?
The forlorn man said, I come not to judge or criticize but, I just wonder where will your world be if it were suddenly taken away?
You are free to believe in this tower and all it offers with all good intent but, do consider that outside looking in it appears none of you know what you seek.
I wonder what message of hope are you looking for? why are you seemingly selective to a message you percieve which feeds and smooths your ego?
In all your politeness and platitudes of empty feeling does the tower you built give you the peace of mind and happiness or love you seek?
For what matters the most? the tower or the intent?
If the tower gives you what you think you might need then why if it is built by the emotions of those who built it do you reject and punish those who do not meet your approval? If your tower of promise and hope is for all who are heavy laden and burdened with emotional turmoil that all of you equally share, why do you tend to shun and place conditions and terms of endearment selectively appealing to some and pushng out others?
The villagers had no good explanation aside to say You poor and forlorn man if you do not approve of our tower why do you not build your own tower if you think you can offer better. Perhaps if you have a better way maybe others will give you consideration. Until then, put up or shut up.
My point of view of CS
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