The Secret Of Happiness

A young man with an unusually happy disposition once came to meet me in Jerusalem. I asked him, “What’s your secret?”

He told me, “When I was 11 years old, God gave me a gift of happiness. I was riding my bicycle when a strong gust of wind blew me onto the ground into the path of an oncoming truck. The truck ran over me and cut off my leg.

“As I lay there bleeding, I realized that I might have to live the rest of my life without a leg. How depressing! But then I realized that being depressed won’t get my leg back. So I decided right then and there not to waste my life despairing.

“When my parents arrived at the hospital they were shocked and grieving. I told them, ‘I’ve already adapted. Now you also have to get used to this.’

“Ever since then, I see my friends getting upset over little things: their bus came late, they got a bad grade on a test, somebody insulted them. But I just enjoy life.”

At age 11, this young man attained the clarity that it is a waste of energy to focus on what you are missing.

Happiness Is a State of Mind

People often think happiness is based on what you achieve and acquire. My whole life would improve if I had a new car…
I just need a better job and then I can relax and be happy…
If only I met the right girl…

You get the car and what happens? For a whole week you’re walking on air. Then you go right back to being unhappy.

Happiness comes from mastering the art of appreciating.

Happiness is not a happening; it’s a state of mind. You can have everything in the world and still be miserable. Or you can have relatively little and feel unbounded joy.

As the Talmud says, “Who is rich? The one who appreciates what he has” (Ethics of the Fathers, 4:1).

That’s why the morning prayers begin with a series of blessings thanking God for the simple and obvious:

Thank you, God, for giving me life Thank God I can see, that I can use my hands and feet, that I can think.

Happiness comes from mastering the art of appreciating and consciously enjoying what you already have.

On the Ledge

Imagine you are standing on the 70th floor of the Empire State Building, gazing at the cityscape. Suddenly a rather large man brusquely pushes past you, wrenches the window open and announces his intention to jump.

You yell out, “Stop! Don’t do it”

The six-foot-five figure turns to you and menacingly says, “Try to stop me and I’ll take you with me!”

“Umm… No problem, sir. Have a safe trip. Any last words?”

“Let me tell you my troubles,” he says. “My wife left me, my kids won’t talk to me, I lost my job and my pet turtle died. So why should I go on living?”

Suddenly you have a flash of inspiration.

“Sir, close your eyes for a minute and imagine that you are blind. No colors, no sights of children playing, no fields of flowers, no sunset. Now imagine that suddenly there’s a miracle. You open your eyes and your vision is restored! Are you going to jump? Or will you stick around for a week to enjoy the sights?”

“I’ll stay for a week.”

“But what happened to all the troubles?”

“I guess they’re not so bad. I can see!”

“Well your eyesight is worth at least five million dollars. You’re a rich man!”

“Your eyesight is worth at least five million dollars. You’re a rich man!”

If you really appreciate your eyesight, the other pains are insignificant. But if you take it all for granted, then nothing in life will ever truly give you joy.

Misconceptions on the Road to Happiness

Misconception #1: “Once I know the tools for being happy, then it will work like magic.”

Don’t expect the results to come automatically. It is possible to understand how to attain happiness, yet not put it into practice. In fact, many people actually prefer to be comfortable and unhappy, rather than endure the discomfort of changing their habits.

Just as learning any new skill requires effort, you have to be willing to invest serious effort to achieve real happiness.

Misconception #2: “If I become content and satisfied with what I have, I’ll lose my motivation to achieve more.”

Happiness doesn’t drain your energy. It adds more!

Ask a happy person: “I have a boat. Do you want to go fishing?”

“Great! Let’s go!”

Now ask someone who is depressed, “C’mon, let’s go fishing!”

“I’m tired. Maybe tomorrow. And anyway, it might rain…”

Happy people are energetic and ambitious. There’s never enough time to do everything they want to do.

Misconception #3: If I want to be depressed, that’s my own prerogative.

A beautiful Sunday afternoon. You’re in the park having a picnic with friends. Suddenly the air is pierced by one person complaining: “Who forgot the forks? It’s too hot for volleyball. I want to go home already.”

When our mood negatively affects others, we recognize we have an obligation to be happy and not spoil the fun. That’s why we try to put on a happy face when we’re at a party.

But what about when we’re at home with our spouse and kids? Or when we trudge into the office on Monday morning?

Like an open pit in the middle of the road, a sourpuss is a public menace. Being happy is part of being considerate to the people around us.

Happiness Exercises

These exercises will increase your gratitude and help you build a solid foundation for a lifetime of happiness:

a. The Daily Pleasure Count

To increase your appreciation of life, pinpoint some things you are extremely grateful for and count them every morning for one month, e.g.: your eyes, your hands, your children, your cat.

Set aside a few minutes each day to contemplate these pleasures and feel gratitude for them.

To really drive this home, sit down with your spouse or friend every evening and discuss one pleasure that each of you had that day. At the very least, you’ll have a happier spouse or roommate! You can incorporate this into your family routine so that your children will also learn to appreciate their daily pleasures.

b. One-Hour Blessing-Fest

The next exercise is more challenging.

Spend one hour writing down everything for which you are grateful.

Most people fly through the first 15 minutes. The next 15 minutes the pen moves more slowly. The next 15 minutes get even tougher, but you can pull through if you include your eyebrows and socks…

The last 15 minutes are excruciating.

Once the list is compiled, add one new blessing each day.

The power of this exercise is clear: You must be conscious of all your blessings in order to appreciate whatever new blessings come your way.

c. Prioritize Your Blessings

To become a real expert at appreciation, prioritize your list. Which is more valuable: your hands or your feet? Eyes or ears? Sense of taste or your sense of touch?

Comparing pleasures forces you to articulate the subtle aspects of each one.

P.S. Just Remember

The key to happiness is to take pleasure in what you have. Sounds simple, doesn’t it? So why are so many people unhappy?



The True Meaning Of My Lyf

The Years have passed by,

In the blink of an eye,

Moments of sadness,

And joy have flown by.

People I loved,

Have come and have gone,

But the world never stopped,

And we all carried on.

Life wasn’t easy,

And the struggles were there,

Filled with times that it mattered,

Times I just didn’t care.

I stood on my own,

And I still found my way,

Through some nights filled with tears,

And the dawn of new days.

And now with old age,

It’s become very clear,

Things I once found important,

Were not why I was here.

And how many things,

That I managed to buy,

Were never what made me,

Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,

That plagued me each day,

In the end of it all,

Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,

To others when needed,

Would be the true measure,

Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,

Of my soul and my heart,

Would ultimately be,

What set me apart.

And what’s really important,

Is the opinion of me,

And whether or not,

I’m the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,

And love I can show,

Before the Lord tells me,

It’s my time to go.

Love, Paredeux


Listen, Your love is like a drug that.

Everybody uses…

You wanna know the outcome.

Depends on how you use it.

Love could be your best friend.

Love can be your enemy.

Love can be the thing you wish you had.

But you don’t ever see.

Love can be the reason why?

You’re afraid to have it…

Some say it like it means something.

Others use it like a habit.

And some would say it’s tragic.

Some say it’s beautiful.

Some say it’s black and it’s dark.

Like a funeral…

Some would die for it.

Some don’t think it’s even real.

Some say they understand.

But don’t know how it feels.

Some say that it’s alive.

Some say that it can kill.

But most of us that’s depending on it.

Know that sometimes it will.

I ain’t gonna sugarcoat it.

Sometimes it might surround you.

One minute it’s saving you.

Next it’s trying to drown you.

Some people want to show it.

But were never taught how to.

And some of us is searching for it.

Feeling like it never found you.

Your love is like a privilege.

A lot of us abuse it.

Do with it what we want.

And start crying when we lose it.

Pretend that it ain’t nothing to us.

Pretend like it’s useless.

We don’t know why we do this.

But yet, we still pursue it.

Love, it can consume you.

Turn you into something else.

Bury the real you so deep.

That you can’t even find yourself.

Love, it can change you.

Love, it can?

Be the best thing you ever had.

And kick you on the ground.

You get on that high level.

You scared to fall.

Cause you know if that person hurt you.

You gonna lose it all.

They told you they would be there for you.

They don’t even call.

So that openness you used to have.

Has become a wall…

Some say that it’s patient.

Some say that it’s kind.

I don’t think it’s invisible.

But I know that it’s blind.

To some it’s only physical.

Alive in they mind.

It probably isn’t there.

If you’re struggling to find it…

This love got me on the down low.

Now I’m on the up high.

One minute I’m on the ground.

The next minute I’m in the sky.

I feel so invincible.

Sometimes dejected.

Forget it, I’m invisible.

I feel unprotected.

But I don’t need nobody else!

Trust me, I’m fine.

I can’t do this by myself.

I’m losing my mind.

I can see clearly.

Forget it…

I’m blind…

My heart says “DANGER”

Can’t you read the signs.

You been there through all the pain.

I swear I love it.!

No matter what you do.

It don’t disappear…

Does it…

I’d rather…

Spend a minute with love in my life.

Then go a million years without knowing.

What it is?

You better grab it.

You don’t want to lose it.

It brings pain.

It’s insane…

But the bruises.

My God can take that all away.

You ( ? ) the right person…

And everything that you thought.

That wasn’t worth it…

This thing called love…

Can be so cold…

It can be miserable…

Or it can be beautiful….

This thing called love…

Sometimes it’s amazing!

Sometimes it’s crazy!


رمضان مبارك


Hello From Spain (Robbery)

I can’t reverse it..?
It was a gift and a curse.

And now I’m drinkin’ too much, so I’ma talk with a slur…!

Last time I saw you, it ended in a blur.

I woke up in a hearse !

You said, “You loved me first”

One thing my mom told me was : “Never let your woman know when you’re insecure”

So I put Gucci on the fur…!

And I put my wrist on iceberg…

One thing my heart tells me is…

“Flex on a ho every time they’re insecure”

I guess you came through, I’m running from you. Is your love for real?

Is your love really true?

You let me know love is not the answer.

I love to do drugs so mind my manners.

I get high when you don’t decide to answer.

Phone home, I need to phone home.

I’m throwing rocks at your window, I need to go home.

I don’t wanna leave!

I just wanna be with you…

Only… You !

You gave me the runaround…

I really hate the runaround…

You really got me paranoid…

I always keep a gun around…

You always give me butterflies…

When you come around… ( You know who you are )


She told me put my heart in the bag…
And nobody gets hurt….

Now I’m running from her love, I’m not fast!

So I’m making it worse.

Now I’m digging up a grave, from my past.
“I’m a whole different person…”

It’s a gift and a curse…
But I cannot reverse it!


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I went down to the river,

I set down on the bank.

I tried to think but couldn’t,

So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!

I came up twice and cried!

If that water hadn’t a-been so cold

I might’ve sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator

Sixteen floors above the ground.

I thought about my baby

And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!

I stood there and I cried!

If it hadn’t a-been so high

I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,

I guess I will live on.

I could’ve died for love—

But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,

And you may see me cry—

I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,

If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!



It’s a long and silent street.

I walk in the dark and trip and fall

and get up and step blindly

on the mute stones and dry leaves

and someone behind me is also walking:

if I stop, he stops;

if I run, he runs. I turn around: no one.

Everything is black, there is no exit,

and I turn and turn corners

that always lead to the street

where no one waits for me, no one follows,

where I follow a man who trips

and gets up and says when he sees me: no one.