A little boy asked his mother,
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God.
When God got on the phone, he asked,
"God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:
"When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue with out complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God.
When God got on the phone, he asked,
"God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:
"When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue with out complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
σήμερα κλαίω... για όλους αυτούς τους λόγους...
Μουσική υπόκρουση Tears from the moon -> δίπλα στις μουσικές επιλογές
Πόσο θα ήθελα να το είχα γράψει εγώ αυτό το κείμενο
Πόσο θα ήθελα να το είχα γράψει εγώ αυτό το κείμενο
8 comments:
Κριμα να κλαις καλη μου..
Αν και μπορει να ειναι και λυτρωτικο..
Το κειμενακι καλο αν και δεν το συμμεριζομαι απολυτα..
Ολοιανθρωποι ειμαστε..
Κουραγιο!
Ξέρεις πως κλαίνε κι οι άντρες?
Απλώς αυτοί δεν μπορούν να το δείξουν...
Δεν επιτρέπεται...
Και το μαζέυουν και το μαζεύουν...
μέχρι να σκάσουν...
Φιλί
Αλήτισσα, σ΄ευχαριστώ που πέρασες. Ούτε κι εγώ το συμμερίζομαι απόλυτα, όμως η τελευταία παράγραφος μου'φερε δάκρυα...
Και ήταν λυτρωτικά σε διαβεβαιώ!
Κυνηγέ, το ξέρω και θεωρώ μεγάλη "βλακεία" το ότι δεν το δείχνουν... Μήπως είναι λιγότερο άντρες όσοι κλαίνε? Επειδή είναι ευαίσθητοι? Τέσπα...
Φιλί
Bαρυ φορτιο που πολλες φορες μας πνιγει.Ετσι νιωθω.Δεν θελω πια να κανω τοσα πολλα. Να ανεχομαι και να προσπαθω .
Σε καταλαβαίνω απόλυτα λικεράκι...
Beauty lies in the eyes of those who are not afraid to cry...
Απλά υπέροχο
Ωραίο κείμενο,ιδιαίτερα στο τέλος του.Αλλά καλό να δίνονται και μερικές φάπες,όπου ταιριάζει,μερικές φορές.Δε μπορεί όλα να τα υπομένει η γυναίκα.
Πνευματάκι μου, όπως προείπα δεν συμφωνώ και σε όλα. Π.χ. εκείπου η "κυρά" πρέπει να τεστάρεται απ΄τον άντρα άν μπορεί ν΄αντέξει. Σίγουρα πρέπει να "περνάμε από κόσκινο" όσους θέλουμε να έχουμε δίπλα μας, αλλά με τσάτισε που το περιόρισε...
Όλα θα πάνε καλά: Όπως είδες, συμφωνώ
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