day passed, and another welcome breakfast. Despite the late hour, the attitude to keep three meals a day. A minimum of three meals. Just at this point I am conservative. I sit and chewing kanapeczkę with ham, but because zaspania, the world around me, does not go to me as it should have and how will an hour. The downside of the time is that while doing nothing runs surprisingly fast, but when you give up any effort, physical or mental, goes on and on. How are bizarre creatures.
-Has any man in the world remembers her as a second at least one day? But as with a stopwatch in hand ... -throw for the next sandwich, which did not even guess that will be eaten .- You know, now you will bite, swallow, including a mug of steaming przepiję and yet terribly hot liquid and then consume ... What do you say?
sandwich, however, was silent, and ham on it did not move.
-I thought so.
I took the first bite.
- "shit will come of it." -pałętać ironically began this sentence in my mind .- But I hope only that, because that would be embarrassing if I lost another day of futility of doing nothing or doing nonsensical things. -noticed.
Why wasting your time and we are in full, will the time wasters? Guzzlers such as television or a computer. In fact, there is nothing interesting. Something flashes, and jump some pictures. Apparently arranged in a logical whole, but only superficially. But we humans, especially the Poles, we are so lazy that sitting all day before these colorful pudłami satisfies us, but it should not be so. Do not go out to the people, for it begins with our favorite program, series, game, or something else. Rather than go out to the people sitting on various instant messaging programs and we pretend that we're talking with someone. The problem is boredom, which spoils us and consequently we do not want We even go to the toilet to urinate, let alone for a walk in the park. We close ourselves together and we do not want anyone else coming into their worlds.
-God, the worst part is that I am one of them. -tells me the bathroom mirror, every time I look in them.
Maybe it's time to invent a story? Cartoons simply and quickly get to the people. Therefore, I will tell you one.
once was a bird, whose only occupation was throwing grain to the nest to a nearby branch. Once this is done, go out after not, throw them back and started playing from the beginning. One day my mother suggested the bird:
-You are my son already so big that I will teach you to fly.
-Come on, Mom . Bird-answer every time, when they heard a proposal from the mother .- not you see I'm busy? Do not disturb.
years passed, and the bird is still doing the same thing with great fun.
-"Son ... -mother began to worry about bird .- already learned to fly?
-Yes, yes, Mom. - lied bird.
-fly So why not play with the other birds?
-They are stupid, Mom. I still fly from morning to night, and they do this.
-And you throw it all day long grain and throw back. What good is it?
Early bird is very upset, so stopped to talk to their mother. Another year passed, and the bird is still doing the same thing. Throwing grain, went after it and threw back to gniazdka.Los but wished that once a grain osunęło and quite fell from the tree. A little bird did not wonder long, he threw behind him. But however, when he realized that she can not fly, it was too late.
-Hmmm ... This drastic little fable. - .- So I thought, I'll tell it a little differently.
once was a bird, whose sole occupation was continuous discharge of grain from the branches. When a grain of collapsing to the ground, flew after failing wlatywał with him on a branch and re-thrown. Other birds have proposed to him that I played a little with them, and flew to a meadow. Bird but each time refused. After some time, no one to him, no longer rose and if it got colder. One day, fate would have it, when the grain was already on the ground, a bird flew by did not, ran a chicken and ate the bird flew ziarnko.Wtedy to a wall and sat down he began to wonder what he is poor now, like I do? He remembered that other birds have proposed to him after all the fun. But when he had leave home, noted that it is completely quiet and the landscape also has changed. Other birds were gone, and summer turned into winter.
Bird is a man wrapped up in meaningless things. Grabbing and throwing grains of this senseless action in which the man is lost. In the first tale, the mother is the epitome of a sound mind. Learning to fly and other birds, it is meaningful action and other people. In the first and the second tale, the bird is recovered, it was too late.
conversation with other people to experience. Each of us has something interesting to say, can teach us something about yourself by a simple narrative. But instead of this, and we learn, we prefer to spend time on things that consume our time. We're all such birds, may we only managed to shake off the lethargy of winter.
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implemented at the request of Mr. K. Lisa. :)
PS: Even though your not you realize how difficult it is to invent a story with a moral.
PS2: The first story is still 2 different morals, lie has no legs and is worth the time to listen to parents.
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