The heart versus mind

Many agree that looking back is bad, yet all people deeply appreciate their family albums. I too. While understanding that the dim and distant past events rob me of my now, I don't turn of from the memories. Life without the 'once there lived' would look so pale, the artistry of the color magic would wither without the memory stories. Yes, past events belong to the past, but who wish to look like a black and white apparatus which knows just yes and no? 

The sign <(^.^<) expresses the hottest dream of many "SOMEONE WANTS A HUGGY! but do we need a noddle :-) or the smile? 
The rootless tree can not grow and the like the men without the history; I would name the past our daily bread.

what is more profitably?

How d' ye do?
How d' ye do?

This typical chat means everything is OK and there is no need of talking more. Thus the positive attitude ends the conversations and causes the hearers keeping in hiding under a smile; meanwhile, the complaints give much information and call the talkers to response.
So what is more profitably? Is this the artificial silence, or the consciousness of all passersby?

acts of kindness

The writing is the best self-help tool because we need not a pen but something to say for the writing could appear. I would define the writing as the sharing of our own wealth with the other. In the light of the above, the books look like the acts of kindness.

love

The word is that love is blind but that looks otherwise to me. We are sightless indeed but just till bodily problems govern us. True Love not blinds but opens the eyes by showcasing us in the others.

Payment day

The look at the roots healed me from the complaints for personal weakness. The meditation made a thin twig the jolly heir to the old tree.

I took a pen and put down the text below:

 „The payment day rapidly approaches. I will get my pension soon.“

Thus a calendar gave me a smile by the look at the roadside.

Being out of work enabled me to complain but  the lips didn't obey. I knew the sickness stories were unacceptable in public because they brought no benefit to any. My longing for a meaningful activity have caused me the writing of the diary in a language I didn't master well.  Writing in English forced me to check the definition of each word and thus to add a meaning to what would look just a chat otherwise.

The words conscripted the hearers into an action. The statement ‚we are one,  uplifted the soul but the world shut the doors. So why should I talk if nobody cares  but shares just the general advice, a theory but not the hand of support?

People shut down in themselves and there is nobody to charge with that. Just the patients with the psychiatric disorders rapidly increase in numbers.