Japan > Everywhere else
This is Japan in a nutshell. Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual. This, this is the beauty of the country. I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets. In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.
It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.
Reblogging again for THIS ↑↑↑↑
THIS IS THE MOST ACCURATE POST I’VE SEEN ON TUMBLR
In many ways, Korea retains the same cultural values. It’s been a bit diluted by the introduction of different values, but at the heart of it, I would say that this could be deemed an accurate summary of the original Eastern Asian mindset.
I told my mom about tumblr helping people get their dream pets and she told me I should jump on the bandwagon
She said if this post get 200,000 notes, I can get a teddy bear hamster like this one
guys my old hamster died of a stroke and I really miss him so please help me get my dream pet k thanks
Gus please my mom is laughing at me right now
I PROMISE YOU YOU WILL GET YOUR HAMSTER
WE MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE.
i wanted to reblog something from myself through my 2nd blog so i went incognito onto my own tumblr, and then i had to sign in but i came across this and wtf is exo doing there! then i saw the bottom right referring to sth i reblogged on that same tumblr, but really this looks like some kind of class of ‘cool’ kids posing for a tumblr ad like ‘all the cool kids use tumblr, dont be a square! sign up now! facebuk is 4 chumps’
THIS IS LIKE THAT HIMCHAN SELCA BACKGROUND,I DON’T KNOW WHY I AM YELLING.
LOL ‘all the cool kids use tumblr,dont be a square! sign up now! facebuk is 4 chumps’ oh my gawd lmfao.
If yahoo does end up buying tumblr and shuts it down
I just wanted everyone to know that
you’ve all been truly wonderful people
it was an honor blogging with you all
I truly love all of you and will miss you all
Just remember that
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too
-> i was literally crying reading this :’(
this is beautiful <3