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Wednesday, Aug 25, 2010 at 6:32 PM (Public Entry)

A fashion jewelry cobbler passed his time in singing from morning till night; it was wonderful to see, wonderful to hear him; he was more contented in shoes, than was any of the seven sages. his neighbor, on the contrary, who was rolling in wealth, sung but little and slept less. he was a banker; when by chance he fell into a doze at day-break, the cobbler awoke him with his song. The banker complained sadly that providence had not made sleep a saleable commodity, like edibles or Chanel bags drinkables. having at length sent for the songster, he said to him, “how much a year do you earn, master Gregory?” “how much a year, sir?”said the merry cobbler laughing, “I have reckon in that way, living as I do from one day to another; somehow I manage to reach the end of the year; each day brings its meal.” “well then! how much a day do you earn, my friend?” “sometimes more, s ometimes less; but the worst of it is, -and, without that our earnings Coco Chanel would be very tolerable,-a number of days occur in the year on which we are forbidden to work; and the curate, moreover, is constantly adding some new saint to the list.”

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The banker, laughing at his simplicity, said,“in the future i shall place you above want. take this hundred crowns, preserve them carefully, and make use of them in time of need.” The cobbler fancied he beheld all the wealth which the earth had produced in the past century for the use of mankind. Chanel jewelry returning home, he buried his money and his happiness at the same time, no more sing in; he lost his voice, the moment he acquired that which is the source of so much grief. sleep quitted his dwelling; and cares, suspicions, and false alarms took its place, all day, his eye wandered in the direction of his treasure; and at night, if some stray cat made a noise, the cat was robbing him. At length the poor man ran to the house of his rich neighbor; “give me back.” said Chanel he, “sleep and my voice, and take your hundred crowns.”

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I will greet this day with love in my heart. For this is the greatest secret of success in all ventures. Muscle can split a shield and even destroy life but only the unseen power of love can open the hearts of men and until I master this art I will remain no more than a peddler in the market place. I will make Winter sweet love my greatest weapon and none on whom I call can defend against its force. My reasoning they may counter; my speech they may distrust; my apparel they may disapprove; my face they may reject; and even my bargains may cause them suspicion; yet my love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest clay. I will greet this day with love in o nos chansons peu d'amour my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and I will be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I will welcome happiness for it enlarges my heart; yet I will endure The gods of the contract sadness for it opens my soul. I will acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I will welcome obstacles for they are my challenge.

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I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I speak? I will laud mine enemies and they will become friends; I will encourage my friends and they will become brothers. Always will I dig for reasons to applaud; never will I scratch for excuses to gossip. When I am tempted to criticize I will bite on my called him Mister tongue; when I am moved to praise I will shout from the roofs. Is it not so that birds, the wind, the sea and all nature speaks with the music of praise for their creator? Cannot I speak with the same music to his children? xxl

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