Creativity starts from Belief

When we were still Kids, when everything was possible.

With a simple blanket over our back, we became superman /girl...

By riding on a broom we simply became a witch. Boxes became our spaceships and the laundry baskets our pirate ships.

We climbed up trees not knowing that we might fall

WE SIMPLY MADE IT HAPPEN

We just had an idea and we made it happen ....because WE BELIEVED.

We were then CREATIVE and had a strong BELIEF.
As we grew older things began to be a little different...

Failing an exam made us think: "I can never make it"

When we got an amazing marriage proposal we think "maybe it's not the right time for it"

When we want to start a business, we think "maybe it's not easy"

When we already have a business, we let ourselves listen to those who tell us "don't take the risk"
Then when we have a brilliant idea that can provide a better life for many, and great pride for our country to help create a better world. And we said "I am not sure"
What happened to us????!!!!!

What happened to our creativity as kids????!!!!


WE ARE STILL CREATIVE BUT WITH DOUBTS!!!!

What if years later we heard that someone had the same idea that we once had???!!!

What made him so different from us???!!!!
HIS ACTIONS
He put his ideas into creativity...

He is the hero of the year because his actions won him /her this recognition
Then we will start to think how we wished that we had taken ACTIONS years ago,
If that idea had come by when we were kids...

.could we have taken actions back then when we had that strong BELIEF???!!!
It is never late and never impossible ....we just have to have an IDEA and make it happen

We still can if we BELIEVE because CREATIVITY starts from BELIEVING

THE BEAUTIFUL HEART

This topic is dedicated to a very special new friend who is wishing to have more than one heart ( five or six ) . i admired his idea and respected it a lot . i hope he will see my point of veiw about this issue ....

The beautiful heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.

The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his



The more hurt and pain you have gone through in life, the stronger and more

beautiful your heart will be.....