The love story of sea

Where was the sea created from? Human said that the sea was present as the same time with the earth. While the science proved that the sea was present thousands of years ago. We, persons love romance, will discover the sea from story of small snail kept soul of the sea. This story told that …
Once upon a time the earth hadn’t had got blue sea yet. Only the God of Love administered the world. The God gave everybody’s soul the most precious thing – that’s a pearl of love. When human drop the pearl, it would break to hundreds and thousands of pieces and every piece changed into a tear-drop which contained flavour of pain. They didn’t disappear but were kept by the God of Love for making other pearls. Sea was born from there.
Formerly the sea was alone, the more human was pained from love, the more sea was immense and lonely. At that time in the ground where was full of footprints of love, there was a small and lonely snail. This poor snail fumbled but didn’t find out the way, so it only knew to hide itself in the shell. The God of Love didn’t have pearls for it so he brought it to the sea. The sea was very blue from that time not because of the God’s miracle, just because it was not alone. Day after day small snail was besides and listened the singing of sea.
In a sad night, sea told small snail that it didn’t have anything for itself. Human’s tears and loves made up sea but sea didn’t have love. Sea only had its singing and soul. But that singing was just listened in some moment and then was forgotten. And sea depended on wind for keeping the soul, but wind was absorbed in pleasure so the soul of sea was drop somewhere. That’s why sea felt its life was really meaningless.
Small snail loved sea very much after hearing the story of sea. And on a day sea called and called but small snail didn’t reply. The God of Love said that it went away. Sea was at fault, everyday sea waves came and went as waiting for something. Sea was very sad but subsided step by step.
This story maybe would disappear to nothingness or break like sponges if there was one day. One day, in a place very far from the sea, a girl picked up a lonely shell. She pressed her ear against the shell by chance, and she heard passionate sounds from the shell. “Why there is the singing of sea in this shell?”, the girl met The God of Love and asked him curiously. He told her the story of small snail. At that moment small snail entreated him for sea kept its singing. But he said that was not able to, unless … So small snail gave up its soul in order to keep the soul of sea. It must go far away, and sea never knew its story forever. Small snail cried much, its tear couldn’t return to sea too but it knew the sea had soul and it also would have love.
This story still tells that a small snail continue keeping the soul of sea in thousands of years.

The Story of A Glass and Water

A glass says:
- I’m so lonely, I need water, please give me some water.
The owner of glass asks:
- Ok. I give you some water and then you will not be lonely any longer, will you?
The glass replies:
- Sure, sir.
The owner brings water to the glass and pour some into it. Water is very hot. The glass feels soft and panic-stricken. It beleives that it is nearing melting. It thinks this is surely a power of love. A little later, water is only warm. The glass feels very comfortable. It thinks this is a taste of life. Water begins to be cool. The glass feels scared. It doesn’t know what it is scared. It thinks this is an aftertaste of loss. Water is cold. The glass is hopeless. It thinks this is a disposition of fate.
The glass calls:
- My owner, please empty water out quickly. I don’t need water any longer.
But the owner is not here. The glass feels to be suffocated. Water is hateful, too cold. It feels uncomfortable with the presence of water. So it tries to shake itself with all its strength. Finally, water must flow. The glass has not enough time to be happy. It falls down and is broken into pieces. Before being broken, the glass sees every piece contains a few water. At that time, it realizes it really loves water. But it has no way to bring whole water back to it. The glass cries. Its tears dissolve with water. It tries with its final power to love water once more.
The owner returns, he picks up broken pieces. One piece cuts his finger to bleed. The glass smiles, finally what the love is, is it possible to spend sufferings in order to understand the value of respect? The glass smiles, finally what the love is, is it possible to loose everything and have no way to solve in order to understand how to let something run its course?

A Handful Of Salt

An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice complaining, and so, one morning, sent him for some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the master asked.
"Bitter," spit the apprentice.
The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake,and once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, "Now drink from the lake."
As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the master asked, "How does it taste?"
"Fresh," remarked the apprentice.
"Do you taste the salt?" asked the master.
"No," said the young man.
At this, the master sat beside this serious young man who so reminded him of himself and took his hands, offering, "The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in.
So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things . . .
Stop being a glass. Become a lake.....