WSTAWAJ, MUSIMY SIE ZMIERZYC ZE SWIATEM :)

Mezo "Wstawaj"
Wstawaj, kolejny dzień zmagań
Wstawaj, kolejny dzień, musisz mu sens nadać
Kawa pomaga, aby serce szybciej zabiło
Wszystko co masz: praca, miłość
To wprawia cię w ruch, sprawia, że znów
Rezygnujesz ze snu, by usunąć pare kół spod nóg
A dziś kolejny egzamin,
A zanim go zdasz będziesz bił się z myślami
Bo na co dzień ciężko znaleźć bodziec
I ciężko iść ścieżką, by żyć z sobą w zgodzie
Bo wiesz co, człowiek potrafi być bestią
A przez to tworzy sobie na Ziemi piekło
Trudno sprawić radość, pokonać słabość
To kolejna z wojen, którą toczę robiąc swoje
Niepokoje, a życie kręci się swoim torem
Dlaczego Bóg akceptuje taką losu kolej?
Wiele osób mówi: „Olej tęskliwe chwile,
Chwytaj, za dużo pytań, za dużo czytasz”
Przecież to moja praca, moja miłość,
Ostrzegam przed tym, żeby nie było.

Ref.
Wstawaj, musimy się zmierzyć ze światem
Nie damy się pokonać,
Wstawaj, musimy się zmierzyć ze światem
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Wstawaj, musimy się zmierzyć ze światem
Nie damy się pokonać,
Wstawaj, musimy się zmierzyć ze światem
Wygramy

Trochę empatii, współczucia
Czy żyjemy w świecie które ją wyklucza?
Możemy sobie wmawiać, że tylko siano
Lecz budzimy się rano i tęsknimy za nią
Żyjemy tęsknotą, choć jak dotąd
Tylko od święta, potrafimy być wspólnotą
Gdy sytuacja jest napięta pada blady strach
Ożywają cechy zapomniane tak
Przechodzi agresja, przychodzi refleksja
Tłumy chcą wreszcie odświeżyć umysł
Uśpione dobro, godność, człowieczeństwo
Często zapominamy o nim w pogoni za pensją
Rzadko wychodzimy ponad swą kruchość
Dotychczas głusi, nagle nadstawiamy ucho
Rzucamy wszystko, ruszamy z misją
Słyszymy głos blisko, idziemy za tą intuicją
Ruszamy z miejsca, by się poświęcać
Prawdziwie zwyciężać, czujemy to w sercach
W sumieniach czujemy, stajemy się lepsi
Choć świat przynosi codziennie złe wieści

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Wstawaj, musimy się zmierzyć ze światem
Nie damy się pokonać,
Wstawaj, musimy się zmierzyć ze światem
Wygramy
Wstawaj, musimy się zmierzyć ze światem
Nie damy się pokonać,
Wstawaj, musimy się zmierzyć ze światem
Wygramy

DOSZUKUJ SIE DOBRA

Życie zawsze ma swoje jasne i ciemne strony, gdyż świat składa się ze światła i cienia. Jeśli dopuścisz do tego, że twoje myśli bedą przebywać z tym, co złe, sam staniesz się brzydki. We wszystkim doszukuj się dobrego, abyś nasiąknął pieknem i szlachetnością

Willi Hoffsummer
z książki "365 x schwycić wiatr w żagle"

PERCEPTION

In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
After about 3 minutes:
a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.


At 6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded.
There was no recognition at all.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.
This experiment raised several questions:

*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .
How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
Stop, hug a friend, smell the roses and love someone
dearly!

CZY TEN PANI I PANI

Jakis czas temu w moje rece "trafila" nowa plyta Ani Wyszkoni " Pan i Pani".
Dopieszczona, kobieca, delikatna, rytmiczna, spokojna, kojaca, zachecajaca do zycia, pelna optymizmu i nadziei.
Ponizej tekst jednej z moich ulubionych piosenek z tej plyty: "Piosenka z plakatu"


Muzyka: K. Goździk
Słowa: A. Wyszkoni

Znów nie mogę w nocy spać
I wymyślam lepszy świat
Kiedyś powiedziałeś mi
że ten świat to ja i Ty

nie otworzę
choćbyś wydrapał „przepraszam” na mych drzwiach
nie otworzę
dziś nie chcę widzieć cię nawet w moich snach

tyle razy chciałam biec
a ty zatrzymałeś mnie
wciąż czekałam na ten dzień
w którym miałeś zmienić się...

nie otworzę
choćbyś wydrapał „przepraszam” na mych drzwiach
nie otworzę
dziś nie chcę widzieć cię nawet w moich snach

Nigdy nie wiesz czego chcesz
ciągle piszesz ten swój wiersz
Kwiatów nie przynosisz mi
nawet w wyjątkowe dni

NIE LĘKAJ SIĘ

DOSKONALOSC

ROSE

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, 'Hi handsome.. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.

She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'

'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake..

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery.... I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older... That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year' s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.




Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

'Good friends are like stars..........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.'

KTO UFA PANU

NIE MA ZNACZENIA