Marriage Box

Most people get married believing in a myth that marriage is a beautiful box that is full of things that they have longed for: companionship, intimacy, friendship, love, loyalty, etc. The truth is that marriage at the start is an empty box. You must put something in before you can take anything out. There is no love in marriage. Love is in people and people put love in marriage. There is no romance in marriage. You have to infuse it into your marriage. A couple must learn the art and form, the habit of giving, loving, serving, praising and keeping the box full. If you take out more than you put in, the box will be empty

-Audrey J-

Time Waits For No One..

Imagine that there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance that you failed to use during the day. So what would you do? Draw out every cent before the day ends, of course? Each of us has such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as a lost, whatever of these that you have failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you and each night it burns the remains of the day. If you failed to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against tomorrow. You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, love and success. The clock is running, make the most of today and every day of your life.

-Audrey J-

Miss being a kid.....

I miss being a kid. I miss birthday parties in class with goodie bags and getting golden stars and smiley faces when I score full marks in spelling tests. I miss being able to run around playing freeze tag all day without getting tired then getting home to a nice bubble bath and finally putting my head on the pillow at night and knocking right out with no worries or cares. Or better yet, falling asleep on the couch and waking up on the bed the next morning. I miss eating however much I wanted without a thought about getting fat or being made fun of, and curling up on the couch with a good story book and getting lost in the world of fairytale; just letting my imagination carry me where it wants to go. I miss running home to watch my favourite cartoons on the tv and waking up early just for morning cartoons. I miss not being stressed, when everything was pure and simple. But what I miss the most of all, was the time that seemed to never run out. Now I feel as if I'm just growing up too fast