#Motivational Story

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Best Motivational Story. Title: "It is very important to have honesty within yourself." "अपने अंदर ईमानदारी का होना बहुत जरूरी है ।" Click below to watch it: 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 https://youtu.be/r_y3Hg2NIDA

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i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

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Agama the Lizard and Foxy the Lazy Fox (A short inspirational story by Meinrad Socien)

Agama had quick morning routines. Filling his belly was priority number one, but never allowing it to fill was his ordeal. So, he happened to meet his usual friend who was up to a hundred times his size, Foxy the lazy fox. The two had grown up together and had shared glorious moments not to be forgotten.

In the morning, they met. Confess, if their future is correct. Separate, hunt eat get fat.

“Each time I see you, my friend, you are running at supersonic speeds,” Foxy said, temporarily putting a halt to Agama’s dash. “It could have been interesting to watch only your skeleton running at this speed. I’d love to see it rattle and burn.”

“I have a meal to catch,” Agama said. “It is my priority. But should there be a need, ordeals can be addressed ahead of priorities. A meal is my priority. Life is my ordeal.”

Agama sped past. Throwing his body in the air, covering distances between rocks with jumps and briefly becoming airborne. The act of getting to the meal was exhausting and Agama’s worst fear was to arrive late. Today he was lucky.

A pride of lions were taking an early daybreak. No one would tell the kings when to work or rest because their work is usually easy to see when there is something to their credit. Agama’s breakfast climbed up and down the lion’s mane because it was attracted to the head region. The juicy green flies had picked up the scent of animal meat that the lions had eaten early in the morning. The smell was a signal and flies were answering quickly.

Agama was skilful. On two feet he jumped and caught a fly in mid-air. It was just an appetiser. He needed forty such at this dining table to walk off a lizard with no need for an extra supplement for the whole week. But halfway to the target, the lion roared, having noticed Agama diving into the mane.

Agama had heard the message. He was not going to overstay his invitation. He left, respecting his ordeal. A lion would not have taken a minute to end Agama’s ordeal if it ever wanted to.

From a distance, the fox was watching. So he waited for Agama in the path of the latter. “Well, your dining phase did not last long enough to tickle all the corners of your tummy.”

“Well,” Agama cleared his throat enough to offload his internals at once. “If you are digging through the refusal pit in the king’s compound, set your satisfaction standards lower. Even when you are digging after he has permitted you to do so, he may decide again and consider you a thief. Since you will never know which decision of his is final, take the fewest you can and take off.”

If you are digging through the refusal pit in the king’s compound, set your satisfaction standards lower. Even when you are digging after he has permitted you to do so, he may decide again and consider you a thief.

The fox laughed, his jaws separating wide, “He who set virtues that stop him from achieving his intentions, is scared. Fear is the enemy. Fear keeps you hungry.”

“If you wish, you can turn down a piece of advice, countering it through words of wisdom and they may help anyone while ruining you, Foxy. What qualifies words of wisdom is not the words themselves, it is relevance. I…” Agama could not finish his wordy response. Foxy had taken off.

Closer was a tree. A Martial Eagle had left a whole rabbit on the top branch. Habitually the Martial would let its prey roast on tree tops in the scorching heat of the savannah. It would wait for the result at the end of the day. A tender sun-cooked meat.

Having located the rabbit through scent, Foxy climbed the tree. He salivated on the rabbit. In his words, he was, ‘marinating the rabbit with oral spices.’ He dissected it into two and left one half as he climbed down with another.

In a cave nearby, Foxy ate steadfastly and his belly was full. He contemplated snatching the remaining piece of the rabbit. But just in time Agama, who had been looking for Foxy entered the cave and warned, “The Martial would not want you to steal from him for the second time.”

“You know I usually go back and steal the remaining meal. Why are you trying to stop me now?” Foxy licked his mouth, wiping it clean of the blood stains.

“I have noticed what the Masai humans do when they steal from lions.” Agama gestured in the direction he wanted them to take, leaving the cave. He was like a tour guide. But Foxy was not in love with the direction he was being led.

“What silly humans do?” Foxy was unconcerned. He was trying to close this dry conversation with his friend. It was only respect that was stopping him. He needed to be up in the tree and steal the remaining meat.

Agama convinced his friend to follow him. They rushed through the jungle until they rested on top of a rock pile mother nature had arranged millions of years ago to be Agama’s “viewpoint”.

“Do you see the lions,” Agama said, lying flat on the rock to capture the reserves of its heat. I want you to observe closely.”

“You just took me to a rock because you love sun basking here,” Foxy said in a giving-up gesture, feigning to return to his routines. “It is not a legend that lizards die of heat, cooked alive, enjoying the heat of the rocks. You came here to show me how you die?”

“Look,” the lizard calmly gestured with the head where the lions were beginning to dig into their buffalo meal. “The Masai men are getting closer, and they will rob the lions in daylight.”

Three Masai humans imposed themselves as the real threat to the lions. In a rare display of confidence, they kept advancing towards where the lions had started to dissect the Buffalo. Agama commended as the lions dispersed leaving all their meat to the there humans, “If you must steal from the king of the jungle. You need to believe that you are unstoppable. Once you start walking towards your target. Do not pull back. Because your target can turn you into its target once you give it your back.”

“So, am I here to be taught about how lions are chased away by the Three Musketeers? Coach?” Foxy looked down on Agama. Sitting down with his forward legs upright.

“No,” the lizard shook its rock-hard head. “Since you are a thief. You are here to witness and learn from the Masai method of stealing.”

Two Masai men remained in standing position, their weapons in ready position. Lions were observed at a nearer distance. One Masai man dissected two hind drumsticks with haste. Once done the three men walked off.

“Have you noticed that the lions were not afraid of humans, it is just that their confidence could not match that of the humans,” Agama said as he started to retreat from the rocky outcrops. “And before the Masai left, the lions were already getting closer to their kill. Meaning, humans could have been in trouble if they had delayed.”

“I don’t care,” the fox interjected. “I don’t steal from lions and I am not a human.”

“Learn from humans. Do not overstay your invitation, and when you rob allow perfect trimming to trick those you robbed to feel as if they have not been robbed. Leave something behind for them to feast on and forget about you as you depart.” Agama could see that his friend was feeling accused of being greedy. But he finalised the advice before calling it a day, “Bravery without strategy is a waste.”

The two friends headed separate ways. The lizard went to find a mate; the fox retreated into the covers of its burrow waiting for time to pass. And, of course, as time passed the advice from Agama quickly lost its grip in the cores of the Fox’s memory.

Three days passed and these friends could not and were not going to meet in the future either. On the fourth day, The Marshal left its rabbit prey to cook on the same tree top. Foxy stole his share and returned for the remainder.

The Martial quickly came to notice. It followed behind and grabbed Foxy off his feet and took him away. This is the day Foxy became died. His flesh fed the Martial Eagle that once fed him.

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