Different between Heaven and Hell

A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said,
' God , I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'

God led the holy man to two doors.

He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.

In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.

The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished.

They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it impossible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.

But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.

God said, 'You have seen Hell.'

They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.

There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.

The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, 'I don't understand..'

It is simple,' said God . 'It requires but one skill.

You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves..

Moral: you can conclude yourself... 

Source: Unknown

This is your Story...

This is your story...

What do you do in secret? What things do you hide in fear?
Why do you spend hours in the dark?
Fearing that someone might draw near…
The circles under your eyes tell a tale,
Of hours spent awake in the night.
You are the keeper of of your own story.
One filled with nightmares, horrors, and fright.
Every day life is a lie to you.
All of the people are cruel and fake.
The carcass that is your body is empty.
As if you are in a maze with no escape.
The pain you feel inside is overwhelming.
You put yourself through hell to make it stop.
The scars you have prove your story,
You want to go deeper with every drop.
No one knows how to help you find the way,
you’re a slave to the ones you care for
you’ll do anything to make them happy,
you sacrificed your innocence like a whore.
You are lost about what to do with your life
you’re all alone in your fight,
with no hope of relief at all
if only you knew what is rite.
Your one desire is to be loved.
You’ve never known this feeling.
the relationships you had were chaos
they left you emotionally and physically reeling.
That one person cut you to shreds
They tore out your heart and dropped it on the floor.
and let the wind scatter the pieces
the heart you had is no more.
The experience left you broken,
you threw yourself to everyone who came.
they used you and you didn’t care…
In the end the are all the same.
You dream about the one to love.
who will embrace you and understand
they won’t ever push you away
they will be there to help you stand!
But.. the one of your dreams is fake…
you must know no one wants you!
your color is wrong, you aren’t the rite shape.
those who desire you are scarce and few.
But still like a fool you dare to hope!
you chase after the dreams of your heart.
slowly your trust is fading away
your life is now falling apart.
You tell none of your troubles.
You tell no one of your fears.
nobody knows the whole story…..
nobody knows of your tears.
You long to speak but you can’t.
People wouldn’t believe your tale.
how could somebody like you,
absolutely and inevitably fail?
You want to live life to the fullest,
to experience all that there is to see!
but… When so many people have hurt you,
what good in the world could there be?
You long to be accepted by all.
but there is nothing tha you can do.
you have accepted the weight of rejection,
because the moments of joy are few.
The only way out seems like death
but you know your too afraid to try.
Instead you continue to live in hell
and pray to god that you’ll survive.

Reality!!!

The reality of it all is that it always ends
No one will survive
No one is immune to the pain
We all hope and make wishes but it never comes true
We are only left with the truth
After death memories is what keeps us alive in others hearts
But memories fade and again no one survives
Some live on longer than others
In memories and in life
We all face the same fate
We all face the same death
We all face the same reality