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A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and lay around it every day. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow, he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
    Time went by, the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. “Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy. “I am no longer a kid, I don’t play around trees anymore.” The boy replied, “I want toys. I need money to buy them.” “Sorry, but I don’t have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.” The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
    One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. “Come and play with me,” the tree said. “I don’t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, but I don’t have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
    One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. “Come and play with me!” the tree said. “I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” “Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time. The tree was happy, but it was not true.
    Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I don’t have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you.” the tree said.  “I don’t have teeth to bite,” the boy replied.“No more trunk for you to climb on.” “I am too old for that now,” the boy said.  “I really can’t give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears.

Inner voice is the voice of the subconscious mind. The subconscious mind is always acting as a secondary reflector of thoughts and ideas in the body. It justifies and rationalizes what is right and what is wrong. When we go against what the inner voice say we get a guilty conscious and are bothered by it throughout our lives Nespresso Capsules.
    At times when we are feeling low or those unforgettable moments when we are let down, we seem to need some kind of emotional or mental support. We usually speak to our closest pal or our dearest family member during times of distress to ease the burden. At such times we get over the initial drizzle of emotional anxiety and mental restlessness, because of the pepping up by our empathic listener. we suddenly feel rejuvenated because our inner voice alerts us to get on with things and leave the things of past on the memory books of our brain Cloud Backup Service.
    The inner voice is always right most of the times because it knows us better than others and probably even ourselves. It is the dare devil child of the intuitions which we have been having since childhood. It's good to go by intuitions most of the times because its the response provided due to the synchronism between our mental and physical being.
    Whenever you are trying your first cigarette, or whenever you are asked to take sides in an argument, you are always in a sense of dilemma. During these times your inner voice automatically gives its verdict, which when over written, might leave us unhappy in the future. It's up to us to either ignore the morale booster inside us or go out to the world and search for spiritual guru's and happiness, when all these things are very much present within us university inventions.

That is a tough question to answer, whether you are a man or a woman. But, really, I want to ask… how do you define your strength? How do you know your limits? How do you know just how much you’ve got? When push comes to shove, we often discover that we are much stronger than we think.
Strength is not always about pure physical strength . Rather, it is about willpower. Discipline. Drive. It is about the capacity to get things done. I know some people who are intellectually strong, but they get very little done in their jobs. And I know others who find work extremely challenging, but are able to move mountains by their sheer drive and hard work. They possess inner strength. More interesting, is that these productive hard-workers often don’t even notice the load. Bystanders are not only amazed, but often ask, “How do you do it?”The answer usually comes back, “I just work harder than the others.” So, why are some people able to do more? What gives them added drive ? What gives them extra strength? Could it be, they have simply given themselves permission to do more?
What I have observed is that most people impose their own limits. They limit their output based on self-framed constraints of their capabilities and strengths. Sometimes these boundaries are based on past experiences. Sometimes they are based on perceived capacities. Sometimes these limits are based on nothing.
That is too much for me. (How do you know?) I can’t put in that much effort. (What would happen if you did?) I am not smart enough to solve that. (Can you be sure if you haven’t tried?) So, how do we break through these limits? How do we get stronger SEO?

I married with my husband about one year ago after 2 years love。he is very detail and sweet，treat me well by doing actual things like doing homework，cook the meals，make surprise on our anniversary，all the things make me feel being loved and cared for .i always think it is the charming of distance to keep love fresh，my husband and i are apart from two different cities on workdays reenex.
we only meet each other on the weekends，when we are apart，i act as a strong woman in my career and seem to solve everything.when we get togother，i look like a baby that can't handle anything even though take a correct bus to arrived his residental place.all my things are relied on his arrangements and obviously i enjoy it reenex.
But these two days，he has been being busy in his job and  regardless of me，i felt lost and upset that affect my concentration on my job，i realize immediately that i have been excessively dependent on my husband and it will break the balance relationship between us someday。this is a dangerous signal that means i will become the kind of woman who put all all her happiness and sorrows only on the other man，how narrow and limited！i must stop being swayed by considerations of gain and loss，to be a independent and condident office lady and wife，love and believe in my husband，support him，make our marriage strong and steady reenex

Weekend always brings me time to think and rest. Though it was cold in the very morning, I just got up. Had everything prepared well, then I went for jogging. It is another scenery when I was on the way. Cold air reminded me the best moment to keep fit. when we are on work, we do not have that much time to do exercises . And in weeks of foggy haze days I almost could do nothing but push-ups and sit-ups indoors.
It was becoming much colder from this Thursday. Also, it came with chilly wind. People with thick coats, have them wrapped firmly. The wind does some help to repel the haze. After work going back home, there was the moon and clouds in the sky. Long time not seeing these.
When we are laying in the warm bed, actually it is still active outside. At the moment the light from sunrise makes everything golden and excited. Sweat dropping from forehead into ground and wetting vest against sport coat. Deep breath escorts to the pace of foot stepping forward. Sound of wind passed into ears, pushed against advancement. All is cold, while throughout the body is burning. Blood pumping from beats of heart, spreading all of energy.  At the moment, not feeling cold any more .
When came back home, took a running water shower, heat steam-like air evaporates fully in the bathroom. Temperature of water nearly closes to zero, but it is nothing compared to the wind outside which could be at two degrees below zero. Crazy but amazing!
Then having a rest, for a while, having dinner, and later having a cup of tea meanwhile writing those words above ​.

The past year-2014 and the begining of the new year witnessed a lot of unfortunes happened in my life. In the September 22nd of 2014, I broke up with my boyfriend for his endless  addiction to online games and unconcern about me, it seemed that he had never thought about our future, to be with him, I couldn't see any hope and I had been bored of lessoning him and wandering between blaming and forgiving, so I decided to give up. However, the three years' love was not that easily be removed, I felt so heartbreaking and sad. On that night, I  did not know how many tears I shed. Just when I was still in sadness of my passed love，the other day I received a very urgent call from my sister, telling me that my father was severely illed in the hospital. This was another shock or surprise for me. She also told me that was the second time for my father being sent to the hospital . They choose to conceal the first time because they did not want me to distract from my study. On the train back home, I thought of a lot of things, I felt so sorry for my father, and I realized that I was only a qualified daughter but not the best one. So many years, my father had been playing a hero and model role in my life, while I'd never thought about that he could break down someday. All the way, my brain was full of regrets and fears. For the first time in my life, I felt the fear of losing. After 11hours trip, I finally arrived at the hospital. However, what I saw gave my a tremendous shock. My father was that pale and weak lying in the bed. He was in the emergency room and his life was threatened in every second. I did not know what kinds of words can describe my feeling for that time, maybe still scared. I just sat aside him and saw him silently. All the day and night, I did not dare to close my eyes, because I was so fearful to lose him. In the following days, I accompanied him and did my best to take care of him. Every day , doctors and nurses went back and forth to observe him and gave him injections. I could sense that my father lived in great pains, but I prayed that he could routhly go through those pains and recover from the illness. For a half month, I spent every second in the hospital accompanying him, and telling him about the funny stories happend at school. I took care of him so carefully lest something unexpected should happen. Fortunately, with the tender care of my family and the help from the doctors and nurses, my father was permitted to go back home on the day I left for school. Then I would give my father a call every day to ensure he was in a good situation. Though sometimes he was not that good, I then would persuade myself that he was recovering and it was just a process. The later three months, I consistently telephoned him to tell him interesting things and I felt so enjoyable and happy to talk with him, and I also felt so grateful that my father was fine and I still had a complete family. Very clearly in my mind, it was on the noon of New year's day, my parents initiativelly phoned me, we had a very pleasant talk, I could still remember my parents' laughs . I felt so fullfiled and contented because of my parents' love. With their love, I could overcome all the difficulties, pressures and loneliness. While, I'd never expect that call was the last time I talked with my father. Three days later,at 0:20am,I was called to be back home as soon as possible, because my father was in the worst condition, what I could hear was my mom's crying and my brother's crying. My brain was blank, all were so sudden and dramatic. In the midnight, there was no train, no flight. For the first time, I sensed the long distance between I and my father. I ordered a flight,but it would depart at 7:00 am. I took a taxi rushing to the airport. There I thought a lot , I told myself not to be panic and my father was with me,I never belived that my father was leaving me. On the way, I persuaded myself to be positive. My father had passed by the death door for so many times in his life, and each time he was survived, So I thought this time was of no exception. Even I got off the plane, I still had that kind of thought. A person came to pick me up, I did not know him, he was a friend of my uncle. I kept silent all the way, I intentionally avoid the talk with him, I was feared to know my father's situation from him. But his fast driving ruined all my hopes, as if he was in a race with the life. The distance was closer to my home, but I felt it was farther between I and my father. And when all the guessings and fears were being proved to be true, for the first time, I was so feared and reluctant to be back home. The first sight when I got off the car was a long queue of cars extending from our doorway. The first hearing was very loud funeral music mixed with lots of cryings. It was still blank in my mind, and It was so hard for my to step forward. When I came closer to my house, I saw my sister was in a mourning dress and on her knees crying. I could never forget what was in front of her, a coffin and deadee. It happened so sudden that I couldn't and wouldn't accept. I shouted at my sister and asked her to stand up, I told her my father was still alive and he wouldn't abandon us. I was so angry about my sister's wearing, and I tried to drag it off from her. While, my uncle stopped me, and he with his tears down hold me tightly and told me my father had left. At that moment, the last line of defense in my heart was totally destoryed. I started to realize it had become the fact. I couldn't control my mood and tears. My whole world was collapsed. So many years, my family together went through a lot of hard times. I was the hope of my family and I was the very pride of my father. I had dreamed so many times that I made my parents a better life and I became the very person that my parents relied on. I had promised my father, when I earned money, I would buy him an electric car, I would take him to the places of interest to view the beautiful scenery, and I also promised to take him to enjoy the delicious food home and abroad, I promised to cook for him when I had the winter vacation. But for the time I was having the winter vacation, I was going to graduate from my postgraduate school and going to have a job, when all my dreams and promises were going to be real, my father was not there any more. Nobody would understand my feelings, my sadness, pities and regrets. I felt the destiny must be kidding on me. For the first time, I felt living was not better than dying. And in person, I understood the meaning and feeling of the old saying"A tree desires to stand still, but the wind does not stop. A son desires to serve his parents, but they do not wait ". Though it was that hard for me to calm down and recover from the sadness, the life was still going on. My mother needed to be looked after and she was the most weak and sad person. In front of her, I pretended to be optimistic, and told her my father was not leaving, he was forever be with us, just he was travelling to another world and he hoped we could live better ​. But, when I was alone, I would hide myself missing my father crying. He was the only person who understood me most. Whatever difficulities I encountered, he would always gave me suggestions.