Buddha has inclined his restorative love for me, that a willing Brian, who wishes to love lightly and cogently, can find a training guide for heart strength preconditioning. As the deer knew the water by resplendence, a man appreciate his love by faith. God did gave me a good birthday, by virtues of friends who really care for me in considerate manner, and the ration was the caring heart for respective service in good endurance.
Life is like planting a "touch me not" plant, that while needs water and sunshine, simply should be apppropriately engaged, and the rising honour is conventional restoration. I smile, knowing how I fare. On one hand, I know I have a patch up engine continuing the love philosophy that God has engineered me for, and to respect the sheer grace, I will continue the cheer brace. The current reality is that I am in dearth, and while, yes, I knew I just had to love. Altruism plays a joyful resonation faithfully in mutualism, and Brian recite by the tide of compassion on second fiddle, and yes, this needs heart to communice.
Yes, that the divine has lessons to teach, and each of my friend indeed reveal a parcel of me, the realisation of my contribution and the attribution that potential certify. This is like a supporting revelation of the genealogy of life, with emotive sophistication, corrective justification and supportive specification.My friends were more subdue, yet I realise each has a virtue for me, with me or of me. Often, I realise that historical construct is present asperation, and future compassion. My friends and I learnt by grace, for a convening faith that life is interwoven as each seam is lovingly entrusted. The fabric of friendship shall blend in to the amelioration of community, and everyone can watch the fireworks. The wise can smile in the breach. One of my friend has an ethical career romance like the "touch me not" plant, one is honourable with money and respect, and one has the consistency of a sturdy and conscientious service athlete. Each has ther own merits, and the message from Buddha is that I am either similar to each person in refining manner or a bridge of two prominence.
The fare was simple yet the joy is resounding. I am grateful for the love that is graciously in me, and this in my hope is a confirmation of many more joys to come. I receive presents of worth to my editorial life, and to this extend, I am in contriving joy.
As life according to my philosophy is about joy, we each need to inculminate a joyous melody to life, especially in the transient nature that our life is sympathised on. The idea of work is to produce joy, whether by material goods, proper service or nice knowledge, and by both formal and informal characterisation, truly the bread of life is in joy, whether for your social circle, or for you to work credit-wise for the joy of others. This is the most important reason of why we live and and the justification of obedience to groom our live.
Joy. Enjoyment. To live for the joy of the world is to love. Remember, we each are a parcel of reality, and for now, let me dedicate a conservatory birthday present to the joy of tomorrow, that is my frugal expenditure, efficient talent inspiration, and lightwise provision. This act of service, according to the wise, is attributive of joy and will magnify the joy equation.
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