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The Movie of Our Life..

The Movie of Our Life..

In the movie of our life,starring you and me.Hollywood is in for a treat,wait until they see.
The stage is all ours,so let's put on a good show.We act these roles so well,but they will never know.
Shakespeare seems out of date,Romeo and Juliet got old.Baby they are nothing compared 2 us..so let our story be told.
We write romance scenes,like forever had no end.It all comes so natural,with my amazing girlfriend.
We've only gotten started,the end is far from now.Nothing can break us up,not even a broken vow.
People watch the notebook,is that all Hollywood's got?Girl, you and me alone,make those scenes look hot.
They'll write a story one day,and a movie to go with it.Just get us to act it out,It would be the greatest hit.
We may never be Hollywood's hottest,Brad and Angelina will be in the past.It will last as long as their careers,but baby you and I will forever last....

Youth

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust. Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young. When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty...

I’m a call center guy…

A recent conversation between me and my Neighbor...
(Names changed)

Tom: Hello Sir, I’m you neighbor Tom.

Neighbor: Welcome Tom. I’m Jim Carter. Nice meeting you.
Come inside…

Tom: It’s alright sir…

Neighbor: So what makes you come here..

Tom: Nothing serious sir, it’s just a small obligation…

Neighbor: Feel free Tom, tell me what is it?

Tom: Your Dog sir…

Jim: What? My Dog… In what way did it bother you Tom?

Tom: Sir, you know, I’m working in a call center, so that, I just sleep by day and get to work by night and
Your dog barks like hell all day long and that disturbs me a lot..

Jim: Tom, if you don’t mind, shall I tell you something..

Tom: Yes Sir...

Jim : I’m an Insurance agent and my dog is trained to bark whenever someone knocks my door..
And Tom its not that my dog barks whenever you sleep…Its exactly the other way around...
You sleep when all the dogs in the city are busy barking for their master. Got it!
Tom: Yes, but lastly Mr. Carter...
I would have saved sometime even if I had requested your Dog ….
And Sir, now I feel that you dog is better than you… Goodbye..
Jim: Nice meeting you indeed. Get out!

I will live Forever....

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has pain. Give my blood to the teen-ager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.....SaM.