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"Minden napot fejezz be úgy, hogy te mindent megtettél. Tanulj belőle, de zárd is le. Holnap új nap kezdődik."
The Scorpion and the Frog is a fable about trust, human nature and malevolence. One of the many versions goes as follows:
A scorpion asks a frog to carry him over a river. The frog is afraid of being stung, but the scorpion argues that if it did so, both would sink and the scorpion would drown. The frog then agrees, but midway across the river the scorpion does indeed sting the frog, dooming them both. When asked why, the scorpion points out that this is its nature.
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The moral of the story: You can’t outsmart human nature. Be realistic about changing vicious people; sometimes they even act against their own interests.
A thunderous sound of hooves echoes across the vast prairie. A lone rider gallops across an open plain with a sense of freedom and exhilaration. This only comes from listening to nature’s rhythms.
He understands how to ride, but as any experienced equestrian will tell you, this is not enough. The true measure of a rider’s skill is how well they know how to fall.
Life will inevitably bring challenges and setbacks. So, the question is not whether we will fall, but how we will respond to the fall. Will we be defeated, or will we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and try again?
The Native American proverb suggests that life is not just about victorie
Lonely tree was growing among hot sands of dead desert. Prickly sands covered the Wood. The Sun mercilessly burned its bark. But the Tree kept on living in spite of all. One day a Hawk flew over the desert. The Hawk saw the Tree and sat on its branch. He looked around the desert and said: — You are a strange Tree, why do you keep on living among these dead hot sands? Who needs it? — You, — the Tree answered. — Me? — the Hawk was surprised. — I don‘t need you. — But if not me, — the Tree told, — you would have to sit on the hot sand instead of my branches. If not me, someone, seeing you sitting on the tree alone, would say that nobody needs you, too and would ask you what you live for. Sitting on my branches you, Hawk, think that I need you. The Hawk thought about it and had to agree with the Tree. If there was no Tree, the hawk would feel himself alone and useless among this vast desert
