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9 reasons why you’re bored with life and 10 ways you can change it

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We live in a world of never-ending entertainment. At any hour of the day, in any city on earth, you can find something to do. So why are you sitting on the couch like a lump of coal wondering why life is passing you by? Being bored with life is a hard pill to swallow and many people don’t know what to do with themselves when they are given a few moments of peace. With so much technology and instant gratification at our fingertips, it’s a wonder that anyone could be bored, but it does happen and it’s really difficult for some people to process. If you are chronically bored, you might need to consider why that is happening. It’s certainly not a lack of opportunity. Here are 9 reasons why you might be bored with life: 1) You keep turning down invitations to go out. Despite staring boredom in the face, you continue to turn town perfectly good opportunities to go out and hang with people. What’s up with that? If you don’t have anything better to do, why aren’t you going...
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തീവ്ര പ്രണയം

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"Sometimes, I think,  I need a spare heart to feel  all the things I feel."
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Endless adventure spirit

A true phrase written by my friend to motivate me..thanks dear for a wonderful piece of advice . "So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun"....
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What Marriage Has Taught Me

“If you want something to last forever, you treat it differently. You shield it and protect it. You never abuse it. You don’t expose it to the elements. You don’t make it common or ordinary. If it ever becomes tarnished, you lovingly polish it until it gleams like new. It becomes special because you have made it so, and it grows more beautiful and precious as time goes by.” - Elder F. Burton Howard The majority of people venture out to the married life expecting the best. Expecting it to be  ideal, convenient, beautiful, and basically a happy ending . It’s perfectly normal to be excited & positive as newlyweds, the more optimism the better right? Well, I’ve been married for 1 year and 6 months, I know we’re still newbies, but I have learned a lot & those expectations aren’t always true. Today, I want to share with you the reality of a “married life”, the good, the bad, and the realness of it.  Now moving on, without further ado, these are a few things marr...
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A letter to my unnikuttan

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Unnikutta, I want you to know how precious you are and always will be to me. You are my first child. My first son. My everything, really. In the years to come, I will teach you so much, but you have already taught me infinite amounts. You have taught me what it is to be a father. You have taught me to be selfless. You have taught me pure love. You have taught me that it is possible to have a piece of my heart outside of my body. Thank you for being the one with whom I get to experience all of these firsts. There is no one else who could have done it. God chose   you , my little prince.  I pray that you grow up strong and sweet and that you know and love god and that you have a heart for others. I pray that you never let this world dull your bright and lovely personality. I pray that you are courageous and kind and generous and patient. You are my world right now. And my world is only going to be growing and expanding, but it will never take anything away from yo...
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Nigerian diaries

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Nigeria’s humid weather made me feel like I was stuck in a sauna. My clothes clung to my skin and my mouth felt like cotton. I waited to get my car repaired with my driver busy helping the mechanic nearby the market road and I was looking for some decent air conditioned restaurant nearby. Abruptly I noticed a little girl with darkly-tanned skin that framed a frail figure. Her physique did not match those of the Nigerian people who bustled in the nearby markets. Her filthy clothes barely fit and her feet were bare, but what caught my attention were her eyes—dark, desperate eyes that cried for help. She cupped her hands and let out a dead groan, begging for money. For a good minute, I stared at her; after all, I had never seen a young beggar before. She groaned again. I dropped some coins into her hand—it would probably buy her a small loaf of bread. As the coins fell with a clink into her hands, her face illuminated and her desperate eyes twinkled. I smiled. Th...
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