Boy Meets Girl

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The meeting of two personalities

is like the contact of two chemical substances:

if there is any reaction,

both are transformed.

― Carl Jung

Boy Meets GirlTwo different crops of the same image. I find the first more interesting, the second more intimate, but maybe a shade … clichéd? What do you think?

Darkness Falls

Everything has its wonders,

even darkness

and silence.

Helen Keller

Fanfare for the Makers – 366

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To all the things we are not remembered by,

Which we remember and bless. To all the things

That will not notice when we die,

Yet lend the passing moment words and wings.

Louis Macneice

366 complete. My heartfelt thanks to my “cloud of witnesses”.

Fanfare for the Makers.

Lighting Candles

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle,

and the life of the candle will not be shortened.

Happiness never decreases by being shared.

Buddha 

It all started with a science project. Angela Goodfellow set up a website, and crowd sourced her experiment. People registered, volunteered for a group, and returned to answer questions. There was the “Friends and Neighbours” group, the “Strangers only”, “Secret”, “Wear a Badge”, and various others.

Officially the project ended, but the test subjects stayed on. New volunteers showed up every day, and similar sites started popping up. The results were overwhelming. All of the volunteers – except the control group – reported they smiled more, felt less stress, and their relationships were better. After three to six months even their health improved. It did turn out to be addictive, but nobody really minded.

It seems obvious to us nowadays, but back then people really didn’t know: even if you do them in secret and for strangers, random acts of kindness make you happier.

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This week’s philosophical story challenge by T.Mastgrave:  Is altruism possible?

Related post: Why Hate Hurts – or love heals.

Dizzying Heights

I inched forward, holding my breath. Don’t look, don’t look. My eyes flickered downward, and I gave a little lurch. I was falling.

Get a grip! a little voice inside me growled. People are staring! I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. Everything’s fine, the voice breathed.

After a while the idiocy struck me of standing by one of the most spectacular sights of the world – with my eyes screwed shut. Come on, the little voice coaxed. With an effort I opened my eyes: first one, then the other. I looked at the cliffs opposite. Breathtaking.

Suddenly I was soaring.

This week’s wcgu prompt. Photo by Julia.

Too Much of a Good Thing

We think too much

and feel too little.

Charlie Chaplin

Silent Sunday

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