My ex-world vs. My real world

I always used to be a kind of a loner. I liked playing alone . and reading was my biggest joy. you know . as a six year old I loved reading "Almughamiroun Alkhamsa" .
As I grew older I got bitten by the bug of reading . I hardly was seen without a book in my hand . later , Agatha Christy joined in my bookshelf. and music came along as well. I used to spend hours. .literally hours in my room alone with a book pressed against my nose, and my recorder playing tape after tape . some time after that I got myself a world of my own. A world where there are people I knew , people I wanted to know , and people I created… I lived with that little world most of my days , people lived , died , traveled , got sick and even got married.
I know. this might sound creepy to you but this is the way it was . I was so happy there . it’s true that I cried lots of times with my friends there but that's the way things go in life .
I entered college and I still had my little world in my head . suddenly everything changed.
Just one person has changed my solid world of almost 6 years . my visits there became shorter , fewer , less joyful cos I missed the one outside my head so much to leave it . that person has become everything I wanted. I didn’t need to go to my old mates anymore . and days went by , two days back I realized .. it just dawned to me that I left that world forever .. nearly five years has passed and not a single visit.. I left it and I didn’t even notice cos the real world I was in was just perfect , whether it was sweet or bitter , it was real . my conversations had real replies and not from inside my head , the people I touch are real and solid , my feelings were real and not made up to match the story , they were real . the laughter , the tears , the thanks and the pleas , it is all real and great and I have someone to thank for it .
To the one who made my world , gave my a life and made me feel human : without you I don't know where would I be, I can't thank you enough , but I will keep on trying…
Thank you …

What ?

A fiew days back someone gave me this song to listen to . the idea was for it to help me make a decision about my job. in my opinion it was a choice between what I think is right and what he thinks is good .
I don't know who the singer is but it struck me to be a starnge thing . me myself I dont do all the stuff written here but it gave me something to think about ...
so guys read this and tell me what you think...

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
(brother and sister together will make it through . someday a spirit will take you and guide you there . I know you've been hurting but I've been waiting to be there for you . and I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can )
Get to know your parents, You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.



see what I mean ??