This is a birthday present to koxkitty (I know it's a bit too late but better late than never, right?) I hope you all like it.Understanding life
Observe the incessible flow of miracles : all different and always different and yet always the same. Observe the pains in your body: from the slowly ailing soreness to the throbbing dolour, so many variations! And these exchange, layered like the motives from a piece of music or the leafage and braches of a tree, broidery of flowers. Look in the history, in the present and in your own everydays how the good intentions, passion, lies, violence are washed into one stream: all that you consider one by one bad, ugly or small together become a harmony like the drift of clouds or chain of mountain pikes.
You have to understand life like a musical composition. If you can disregard all the pleasurable and unpleasurable impacts of the things of life mean separately to your personality: you can recognize the common beauty in the play of waves and the pains in your body and the change in events and the flow of your feelings and thoughts and everything. All different and always different and yet always the same. Do not look at the role and effect of things but rather the pattern and pace: only this way can you understand life, nature, others and yourself.
Weöres Sándor: A teljesség felé (Towards fullness) Translation by lynx. Original is here.
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"You seem so sad, Eeyore."
"Sad? Why should I be sad? It's my birthday. The happiest day of the year."
"Your birthday?" said Pooh in great surprise.
"Of course it is. Can't you see? Look at all the presents I have had." He waved a foot from side to side. "Look at the birthday cake. Candles and pink sugar."
Pooh looked--first to the right and then to the left.
"Presents?" said Pooh. "Birthday cake?" said Pooh. "Where?"
"Can't you see them?"
"No," said Pooh.
"Neither can I," said Eeyore. "Joke," he explained. "Ha ha!"
Pooh scratched his head, being a little puzzled by all this.
"But is it really your birthday?" he asked.
"It is."
"Oh! Well, Many happy returns of the day, Eeyore."
"And many happy returns to you, Pooh Bear."
"But it isn't my birthday."
"No, it's mine."
"But you said 'Many happy returns'--"
"Well, why not? You don't always want to be miserable on my birthday, do you?"
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
"It's bad enough." said Eeyore. almost breaking down "being miserable myself, what with no presents and no cake and no candles, and no proper notice taken of me at all, but if everybody else is going to be miserable too----"
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