The Councillor. – Joke


Marriage Day

Marriage Day (Photo credit: Fikra)

From IdleWanderer on Experience Project:

After just a few years of marriage , filled with constant arguments, a young man and his wife decided the only way to save their marriage was to try counseling. They had been at each other’s throat for some time and felt that this was their last straw. When they arrived at the counselor’s office, the counselor jumped right in and opened the floor for discussion.

“What seems to be the problem?” Immediately, the husband held his long face down without anything to say. On the other hand, the wife began talking 90 miles an hour describing all the wrongs within their marriage.

After 5…10…15 minutes of listening to the wife, the counselor went over to her, picked her up by her shoulders, kissed her passionately for several minutes, and sat her back down. Afterwards, the wife sat there speechless.

He looked over at the husband who was staring in disbelief at what had happened. The counselor spoke to the husband, “Your wife NEEDS that at least twice a week!”

The husband scratched his head and replied, “I can have her here every Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

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When is Forever?


rabbi nahman tomb

rabbi nahman tomb (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I know exactly on which day ‘forever’ falls. How do I know that? Let me tell you the story. I was in love with a woman, whom I thought was my twin soul. When I was with her, I could have sworn that she thought the same, silly me. Well, maybe she did but then, as is a woman’s prerogative and often man’s downfall, she changed her mind.

She actually pulled my sleeve a couple of times, with a twinkle in her eyes, telling me: “Hey, you, come back down to Earth, will you!” I was in seventh heaven and floating on cloud nine, but it wasn’t to be. First of all, she was a young widow and then, to top it all off, her beloved mother, who was my best friend, by the way, died of cancer. Those two deaths in two years time, messed her up to such an extent, that she decided she had to be alone, to recover from it all.

In no way was I to blame, she told me. Intellectually, I could understand this, of course. But my shattered heart was not so understanding. The higher you fly, the deeper the fall. This is how I know, that forever falls on March 31st. For she left me on April first, leaving me feeling like a fool and that the joke was on me.

This episode taught me a valuable lesson in survival. After six months of pure, unadulterated hell, I was ready to call it a day, but my indomitable spirit came to the rescue. It told me to stop hurting myself over something that could not be changed and to finally accept the fact, that she wouldn’t have me in her life anymore (for whatever reason). Acceptance is the key, hard though it may be. And believe you me, it was damned hard.

Three years later, I met a beautiful, wayward, gypsy princess, who swore to me, that she would love me till her dying day. We were inseparable and she told me, that I was the best thing that ever happened to her. And then, she had a brain hemorrhage and passed away, at the tender age of twenty-eight. She had kept her word, my sweet love, but…strike two! As you may imagine, I was a trifle upset with the Big Guy upstairs. There is supposed to be a reason for everything, but the only thing is, often I can’t see it.

So, I have been alone for almost five years. I’m a bit anxious to even look at another woman, for fear of “what next?”. And the misery of it all is that I do so love to love. “Without love, life has no meaning!” someone said. In my opinion, he or she was right. Rest assured that I have not given up hope.

In that, I agree with Rabbi Nachman from Breslav, who admonished us by categorically stating: “It is forbidden to despair!” Those are wise words and well worth listening to.But where is miss right? I am here, ready, willing and most of the time able. Fortunately, even though I am generally an impatient man, when it comes to things that really matter, I have the patience of a monk. And face it, until she shows up, I shall need it. But Lady, be warned, I have some serious hugging and kissing to catch up on!

Ladies, Thank You!


Love is a many splendoured thing

Love is a many splendoured thing (Photo credit: stratman2 (away for a while))

I was going for a walk, the other night, by myself. When I passed in front of a restaurant, I glanced an elderly couple and my intuition told me to stop right there and observe. Experience has taught me to always obey, when my little voice tells me something like this.

Try and picture the following: there was a grey-haired lady, sitting on a chair with her hands folded in her lap. I had a side view of her. Beside her was a grey-haired gentleman.. I imagined him to be her husband. He put one arm around her shoulder and cradled her left cheek with his other hand. Next, he lay his cheek on top of her head, closed his eyes and smiled. Can you picture it?

I felt awed and privileged to be allowed to watch this. I also felt a bit like an intruder, but it was in public, sort of. Just think of it, after approximately fifty years of marriage, to do this??! I take of my hat to these people, whoever they are. Love truly is a many splendoured thing!

I miss this, I do, the kissing and the cuddling. If it wasn’t for women, I wouldn’t want to be a man. I mean, what would be the point. Take away women and what’s left would be irrelevant, futile. Therefore, ladies everywhere, thank you for just being you.

Two Wolves.


Flag of the Eastern Band of the Cherokee Nation

Flag of the Eastern Band of the Cherokee Nation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From the category I Love Ageless Wisdom by MorningBreeze.

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, “My son, the battle is between two “wolves” inside us all. 

One is Evil. It is anger, jealous, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, truth, compassion, and faith.

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, ” The one you feed.”


Here’s throwing your good one a juicy bone!