FF UK : N - a thought for the day, every day - only one 'thought' post daily please!

My life is a fish bowl always going round and round getting know where fast

 

?Fear not for the future, weep not for the past? - Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

After a little 'incident' in Quigggins today in Liverpool - it set me thinking very deep and philosophical about life...

What's the rush?

Life has its own certain rhythm and pace. When you attempt to outrun it, you miss it.
Making life faster does nothing to make it better. Today is plenty and right now is always enough.

Tomorrow will come in good time, and there's nothing to be gained by rushing to get to it ahead of time. Instead, live fully the depth and richness of this day, of this moment.

Take each opportunity as it comes to enjoy and fulfill the beauty of what is. There is something wondrous and valuable in every direction you look.

It makes no sense to put all your energy into jumping ahead of yourself. For life's treasures are all here in this moment right now.

Choose to live your life at the pace that it comes to you. And its many treasures will surely be yours.

And after all that - if you attempt to rush through life as fast as the Tango Tanned Scouser Girl did - dont forget - that Tango Tan will blow off into the wind, and ye shall be pale once more....just as pale as a very pale person who is quite pale because she has no Tango Tan on....anymore....

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You are what you do.

 

Wear Sunsceen.

Heard that song on the radio this morning, first time in years. Still makes the hairs on my neck stand up.

 

When the world swings at you ... duck, then swing for crown jewels! Always best to let the world know you are still alive

 

my thought of the day is do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail

 

^ Like that one

Mine for today ...

Bad luck travels in gangs, but keep on going because you never know where one bit of good luck will make you smile.

 

Mine is "it is never too late to be what you might have been"

 

Friday morning, last day of work

Let bygones be bygones, let the world move on.

 

Pigeon target ain't joining Sorry Jase, it's just going to be an ongoing joke now Duck! No ... Pigeon! Ah forget it lol

Today's Tim wisebit ...

If the world seems to be a real stinker, use Mountain Breeze

 

A Thaum is the basic unit of magical strength. It has been universally established as the amount of magic needed to create one small white pigeon or three normal-sized billiard balls.

Terry Pratchett

 

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day,
while
trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help
coming from
a nearby bog. He dropped his tools

and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a
terrified
boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved
the lad
from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse
surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and
introduced
himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer
replied
waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to
the door
of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.

"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own
son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no
doubt grow
to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer
Fleming's son
attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St.
Mary's
Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known
throughout
the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of
Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog
was
stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching.

Sing like nobody's listening.

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

 

... and dress like you are in the Rocky Horror show

But I like that other stuff ^