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Di (amina046)

From: Di (amina046)


I asked a friend who has crossed 70 & is heading towards 80, what sort of changes he is feeling in himself? He shared the following: 1 After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children and my friends, I have now started loving myself. 2 I have realized that I am not “Atlas”. The world does not rest on my shoulders. 3 I have stopped bargaining with vegetable & fruit vendors. A few pennies more is not going to break me, but it might help the poor fellow save for his daughter’s school fees. 4 I leave my waitress a big tip. The extra money might bring a smile to her face. She is toiling much harder for a living than I am. 5 I stopped telling the elderly that they've already narrated that story many times. The story makes them walk down memory lane & relive their past. 6 I have learned not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. The onus of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection. 7 I give compliments freely & generously. Compliments are a mood enhancer not only for the recipient, but also for me. And a small tip for the recipient of a compliment, never, NEVER turn it down, just say "Thank You.” 8 I have learned not to bother about a crease or a spot on my shirt. Personality speaks louder than appearances. 9 I walk away from people who don't value me. They might not know my worth, but I do. 10 I remain cool when someone plays dirty to outrun me in the rat race. I am not a rat & neither am I in any race. 11 I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. It’s my emotions that make me human. 12 I have learned that it's better to drop the ego than to break a relationship. My ego will keep me aloof, whereas with relationships, I will never be alone. 13 I have learned to live each day as if it's the last. After all, it might be the last. 14 I am doing what makes me happy. I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe it to myself. Happiness is a choice. You can be happy at any time, just choose to be! I decided to share this for all my friends. Why do we have to wait to be 60 or 70 or 80, why can't we practice this at any stage and age ?

Jenifer (Zarknorph)

From: Jenifer (Zarknorph)


Billye (BillyeLH) said:

Do you realize how long ago that message was posted?

Heavens to Betsy, we have been here a while, haven't we?


From: katiek2


Having entered that time after 70 and before 80, I can attest to the wisdom of your friend, particularly No. 12.  Thank you for sharing this.


Billye (BillyeLH)

From: Billye (BillyeLH)


Hi, Jenifer,

Yes, we have most certainly!

OMG, as I was reading, I began ticking off certain ones.  1, 2, 3, 4, 5,...oh well, you get the idea.  I even jotted a few down.  Love, love, love the "Peace is more precious than perfection" and "Happiness is a choice."  I feel better somehow, thank you.

NiaMCA (atheym)

From: NiaMCA (atheym)


Thanks for your response. I’ve also seen Dice for one die, and Tassel for 2 Tassels! Those are not quite as confusing!

English is most probably the devs second language, so I think they do a good job.  I watch the nightly news broadcasts and cringe at some of the phrasing that is used by people with English as their first language.  Most notable was one some time ago when the Queen's Tiara was on show for the first time since her coronation.  The news reader said "This has not been seen since the Queen was coronated"  Aaaaaaarrrgh.  She was crowned at the coronation ceremony.  No wonder our school children have problems expressing themselves.

Di (amina046)

From: Di (amina046)


Geopolitical Futures

... If It’s Open

Thoughts in and around geopolitics.

By: George Friedman

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From: rossiking


Friends, I have thoughts and questions, but unfortunately I cannot afford to drink wine and relax. The thing is, I am having big problems writing my dissertation. I contacted the company, which is engaged in professional writing of scientific papers. What do you think about this? They promised to do it as efficiently and quickly as possible. I saw their portfolio, I liked everything very much. What advice could you give me in such a difficult situation?

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Di (amina046)

From: Di (amina046)


Di (amina046) said:

  ... If It’s Open Thoughts in and around geopolitics. By: George Friedman I returned from a trip to South Korea about three weeks ago.   Since then, I went to the bank once and to the supermarket on a mad lark.   I have reached the point we used to call cabin fever but which I now call the Corona Crouch.   The Corona Crouch is a defensive posture that decreases your risk of getting a disease but increases your chance of going mad, and not in a good way.   It does not lead to brilliant insights on the nature of the universe; it leads to a seething rage at a world out of control. My wife and I have discussed doing something daring.   It begins with leaving the house, getting in the car, driving someplace and doing something, preferably surrounded by people also doing something.   There is a town west of us called Fredericksburg, which I may have mentioned before.   It was settled in the 1840s by German liberals fleeing a failed rebellion.   Its residents spoke German until after World War II, and it is still filled with German restaurants and flags.   It was also the birthplace of Chester Nimitz, commander of U.S. naval forces in the Pacific during World War II.   Fredericksburg has a main street to walk up and down, stores and restaurants.   It also has the National Museum of the Pacific War, which is both appropriate and superb, a rare combination. We live in a region of Texas best described as lovely.   That by definition precludes interesting things to see, unless seeing a hill two hills over counts.   No matter how comfortable our house or how welcoming our land, life requires that there be more.   And thus the discussion of where to go.   My wife suggested the Pacific War museum, which we have seen many times but not since the Corona Crouch began.   Only after we started planning the trip did she qualify the visitation with “… if it’s open.”   She then suggested our favorite hotel in San Antonio adding, “… if it’s open.”   It hit me that the banner above the Corona Crouch should read “... if it’s open.”   Every thought of living differently for a day ended in what must be the motto of our time: “… if it’s open.” Jean-Paul Sartre wrote a book called “No Exit” about an endless conversation from which there was no exit.   I have been a part of such discussions, where I considered hurling myself from a window as a reasonable alternative.   There is also a French term known as “ennui,” a sense of listlessness and indifference to all things that arise out of the emptiness of life.   The French were well prepared for our time with a philosophy and a name for what we experience. My wife and I have lived in places where we had only each other to talk to but never in a place where there was no exit, and where the question is not whether we can leave but whether there is an exit.   Whether or not we might be prepared to take risks, the world is now designed to prevent us from doing so.   We are responsible not only for ourselves but for the rest of the world, and so the world has shut its doors.   What else can we do, save read Sartre again and hope we have become sufficiently sophisticated to be in the grips of ennui rather than ticked-off and bored. There is a dimension of freedom I never considered until now: the right to assume that things that should be open are open, and the right to enter them if I have money, and no other qualification.   That is gone.   I cannot assume that a place is open because it should be, nor that I am free to choose.   I am now assuming people to be infectious and must act as if I am, and the places I go may no longer welcome me or no longer exist.   In the past half-year or so, the landscape of my life has shifted so much that it is difficult to navigate.   The buildings are there, but what they mean has changed. COVID-19 is real.   Aside from the Crouch, the medical establishment has no solution for it yet.   It’s as if sergeants were training bots how to move and shoot.   It is all they have, and it’s what we must do.   But it should not be thought for a moment that we are being kept safe.   We are safe from the virus perhaps, but the Europeans, having been praised for their rigor, now have also discovered that doesn’t mean you have an exit.   I have a powerful and odd marriage that has endured far worse and this is no challenge, but I wonder how many other marriages will find that there is an exit, how many friendships will wither, how many hopes for the future collapse as businesses built with hope close their doors forever.   As we crouch from the disease, we must be aware of the price that is being paid.   The casual chat in the usual bar is gone, and with it boasts and flirts.   Of course we can all return to it … if it's open