tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81009714899148952272024-02-07T03:31:17.560-08:00"Fundo do Baú"Diário de uma Borboleta.Steffaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632087126648759027noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100971489914895227.post-71554537193284424802011-03-29T22:23:00.000-07:002011-03-29T22:25:02.225-07:00The Four Agreements<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"></span></i></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><i>"People are not their thoughts, they think they are, which brings them all kinds of sadness." -Socrates</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><ol style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-image: none; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 3.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><i><b>Be Impeccable With Your Word - </b>Our daily words are very powerful. It can lead us towards positive and negative paths. When we use our words against others, we are using it against ourselves. Careful with your words.</i></span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><b>Don't Take Anything Personally - </b>Don't ever take anything personal, it will put you down. Remember who you are and ignore what others say. If you know who you are, they will never harm you in any way.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"> </span></i></span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><i><b>Don't Make Assumptions - </b>Don't judge before asking. It will take you nowhere and you might end up making stupid decisions.</i></span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><i><b>Always Do Your Best - It's all you can do, YOUR BEST!</b></i></span></li>
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</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">“Si un día tienes que elegir entre el mundo y el amor, Recuerda:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Si eliges el mundo quedarás sin amor,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">con él conquistarás al mundo”</span><br />
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</span></b></i></span></div>Steffaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632087126648759027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100971489914895227.post-148921565040009662011-03-20T09:09:00.000-07:002011-03-20T09:35:01.826-07:00Fear as a reason to lie;<div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">"The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we're afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we do find it we fear we'll loose it. We fear that if we do not have love, we'll be unhappy." Richard Bach</span><br />
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</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">Love is everywhere, but throughout our lives, we find Love within</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="messageBody" style="line-height: 14px;"> another person. You find yourself within the other's person eye, w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">ithin his or her life.</span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">And whenever you find that, consider yourself very fortunate and love back; Give and Receive.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">Life is not a fairy-tale; Destiny doesn't exist; It's up to us to make decisions and create our fairy-tale, our destiny.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">Have you heard: "If you don't do this, you won't get this;" OR "If you don't do this, I will take that away;"</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">Certainly that can happen regarding to material things, but not with LOVE. </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">If we have something nice, we tend to not want to loose it. We tend to want to keep what we like; </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">... all of that because WE ARE AFRAID;</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">Material things are not necessities; they are not something to hold on to for life;</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">However in LOVE, that's a choice. In true love the analogy, "If you don't do this, you won't get this", doesn't NOT exist.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">But our minds are trained that way, with fear too loose, which causes insecurity. </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">And sometimes because of fear to loose something special, we lie. Maybe to cover up something embarrassing or to just keep that person close, because of its importance.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">Think about it if you have been in this situation before:</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">What would have happened if you did lie, but you recognized it earlier? </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">When we lie to others, we are lying to ourselves. When we lie to ourselves, it's harder to recognize than to others.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">We will eventually tell the truth or the truth will eventually come out in the eyes of others; But will it come out to us?</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">When we do recognized that we did indeed lied... when we accept that fact... that mistake... We become a </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">better and stronger person.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"> </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;">You might still loose whatever you were trying to keep, but you will learn an important lesson.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="messageBody" style="line-height: 14px;"> </span></div>Steffaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09632087126648759027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100971489914895227.post-15504522186099738092011-03-19T00:22:00.000-07:002011-03-20T09:27:12.590-07:00O medo e o seu pior inimigo.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Daonde vem o nosso medo? Porque as vezes temos tanto medo de viver, de ser como um passaro livre, leve e solto? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">O maior medo do ser humando nao e a morte, e a vida.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Sera mesmo verdade que sempre podemos escolher o que queremos? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">- A vida e minha, posso fazer o que eu quero --> verdade?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Antes mesmo de nascer, na barriga da sua mae... as crencas e leis familiares ja existem... o nosso ambiente, seja violento, calmo, feliz, triste ja e escolhido por nos. N<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">ão </span>temos a escolha de dizer algo.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Todo ser humano nasce com a capacidade de aprender e sonhar, mas o que acontece com essa capacidade? O que acontece com a nossa mente? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Desde <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">criança</span> aprendemos no que acreditar e <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">não</span> acreditar, o que e certo ou errado, o que e feio ou bonito. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Nos <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">não</span> escolhemos os nossos valores morais, nem nossa lingua ou ambiente de crescimento. Nenhuma <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">criança</span> nesse mundo tem a abilidade de escolher suas proprias crencas e valores, nos simplesmentes acreditamos na voz mais alta, ou seja na voz da autoridade.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Nos somos domesticados como um animal; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Eu fui domesticada. Voce foi domesticado. Nos fomos domesticados.</span> Acha isso certo?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Quando <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">criança</span> temos medo de fazer algo de errado, pois podemos ser castigados; E sempre melhor fazer algo certo, ser uma boa menina ou menino e ganhar uma estrela, do que ficar de joelhos em carocos de milho ou feijao. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Infelizmente isso continua na adolescencia e tambem quando somos adultos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">O unico problema com isso, e que a mente do ser humano e treinada a ter medo, ou seja a sempre dizer "sim" e fazer o que e certo pra satisfazer outras pessoas. Criamos uma imagem pra satisfazer espectativas de outros e as vezes no meio de tudo isso nos perdemos. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Outras vezes, percebemos que todos estao felizes, menos nos mesmos. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ser domesticada e ser tratada como um <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"> cão</span> rescenascido; voce o ensina a mijar em um so lugar, e ele faz o mesmo todos os dias. Voce o ensina a comer em uma so vasilha, e o cao sempre come ali. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Depois de um tempo, comecamos a castigar nos mesmos por outros. Esquecemos dos nossos sonhos, da nossa vida, das coisas importantes, do que realmente somos... e continuamos a ser nada mais que uma imagem. Ninguem e perfeito e ninguem pode ser perfeito. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Queremos que tudo seja uma reflexao/ um espelho, queremos que outras pessoas sejam orgulhosas das nossas atitudes e esquecemos de quem somos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ser domesticada e ter uma mente programada. O medo de ser quem voce realmente e. O medo de dizer "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">não</span>", "para", "stop".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">As vezes pensamos que nao somos bons o sufficiente, que <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">não</span> merecemos algo. Sentimos vergonha do que <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">não</span> devemos</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">O erro e humano. Mas devemos pagar pelo o erro somente 1 vez. Isso sim e justica. Pagamos pelo o mesmo erro milhares de vezes... dia a dia. Todas vezes que pensamos no erros que cometemos, nos julgamos. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Nao tenha medo de ser voce mesmo, lute pelo os seus objetivos, suas metas. Sua opiniao e valiosa, seu sonho e o seu sonho, seu amor e o seu amor.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mostre sua cara.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Eu tenho medo, mas estou confrontando o meu medo com amor. O amor me ensinou coisas valiosas e me fez lutar contra todos os meus medos. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Seja voce antes de tudo, ame voce acima de tudo.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Nao tenha medo.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WS57T-AQ5ZEp-The6qn3O9wUAe2lO0Jfl2i5HxPxvrMj1k855d6DNi66K1oM9qFYHwutzIe8-BlC2sUveINtdMS1XcaMCakQ4ghy0XNNItUblm4TEYmb08w5sjwEOkvASUMec7vXITQ/s1600/medo%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WS57T-AQ5ZEp-The6qn3O9wUAe2lO0Jfl2i5HxPxvrMj1k855d6DNi66K1oM9qFYHwutzIe8-BlC2sUveINtdMS1XcaMCakQ4ghy0XNNItUblm4TEYmb08w5sjwEOkvASUMec7vXITQ/s320/medo%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Eu tenho medo."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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