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GIVING IS NOT AN ENGLISH WORD

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Don't you dare doubt me! I use a more updated version of the e-dictionary and revised edition of the dictionary you have. Giving is not an English word. It is a supernatural word.


Giving? I know you don't think of yourself as Santa Claus but 'giving 'can be doing a lot more than your favourite apples. Giving is a fun way to build your fulfilment, to partake in the blessing of making a person or cause better. Giving is contagious; it sparks up a 'viral infection' that makes other people who benefitted from your benevolence to give a helping hand to someone else too.

“The value of a man resides in what he gives and not in what he is capable of receiving.”


— Albert Einstein

This act promotes cooperation, social connection, divine love, contentment, fulfilment, personal happiness and makes you incredibly healthy.

Dopamine, Serotonin and Oxytocin make up the trio of the 'Happiness' hormonal trigger. Any activity that increases the production of these neurochemicals will cause a boost in your mood. Dopamine is connected to motivation and arousal. Oxytocin “the cuddle hormone” is among the most ancient of our neurochemicals and has a powerful effect on the brain and the body. When oxytocin begins to flow, blood pressure decreases.  Now give me one reason why a Giver won't feel better. 

 One of the reasons why I didn't do pretty well in little girl's games I was often exposed to was because I was not so good at running around circles. Hilariously, I think that still trails me.  I am not going to keep telling you what giving does or does not but perhaps I can share some knowledge with you.

Giving does not always have to be you pulling out your purse or wallet and shoving money into people's hands. You can give skills, materials, affection or volunteer for a good cause.

You might ask why do I give out skills? Well, because there are people or organisations who can't afford to pay for it but value that there is someone like you who is willing to render help. From experience, giving a skill through volunteering might just be an opportunity for you to improve your skill, gain more skills or discover a hidden talent.

Though it is talked about in religious circles, it is beyond RELIGION. I am a proud 'Christian' and the Bible tells me that "Givers never lack."

However, Giving is a supernatural act. The marvelling thing is that it works even in a natural ecosystem. When you give, it comes back to you. It is an equal and opposite reaction.

Shall we head out on a 'Giving' spree?




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