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Did you know that proper home painting reduces anxiety, worries and depression? Painting creates a fresh environment that greatly influences your mood. At a very reasonable cost, you will be able to transform your home and create a fresh environment by painting your home.

Since a home is a place that gets you away from busy, stressful activities you have every reason to improve it in order to get a perfect sense of safety and serenity. Research has shown that what we see, color and affects us psychologically. If your home is dull, then there are various options available to revamp it.

You can do an exterior home painting that involves painting and landscaping the outside of your home. Always choose the best color for your home .For example; you can borrow from nature by making sure the color blends well with the surroundings. Choose neural colors since they appeal more to many people and increase the value of your home. The colors should complement. Make sure the painting is of high quality.

Next, take time and refurbish the interior of you home. The internal appearance is vital, it’s where you live. Worn out paintings implies that you don’t mind about your home. They are simply unattractive. Wallpapers and Bright colors are also unpleasant. Shun them. Select cool and neural colors for your interior home painting. Moreover, the paint should be of high quality.

Painting your home is an advisable venture. Home painting increases the value of your home. It will simply make you fall in love with your home.

“just go for something in which you feel satisfied”

Sana: Oh my god! Can I believe this? sara! you are still alive?

sara: Assalamualikum! Common, I’m alive. And I am here with you. It’s hardly relative.

Sana: So man, where have you been all summer? Rumours were you had gone to Egypt in search for the lost diadem, the mysterious whatever in you know…

sara: Well, apparently Harry managed to find it on his own, though I could be helpful as always. I was actually looking for a school for aerospace studies. And yeah! Don’t call me man. It sounds too formal.

Sana: Oh yeah, I forgot. You don’t believe in human races, do you? Haha. And aerospace studies? Hhmm….. Yeah, I do remember you talking once. So what are you going to do?

Sara: Well, its aerospace engineering to be more precise. I have a passion. Cruise missiles, ballistics, jets, BVRs, and yeah, why, of course, the relativistic rockets and the antimatter bomb. My interests find deep affection with military. What about you, when is your medical school starting?

Sana: Dude! I changed plans. I’m not doing medical anymore. Going for business school in the States. Just a couple of weeks and I’ll be gone from the relentless world here. And Sara! Common dude cheer up! I bet you’ll be earning loads from the stuff you are telling. Go to NASA or CERN and also bring your parents over there. Small family, easy to migrate.

Sara! Umm…. Well, I have other other plans, too, sana. I am going to work here, in Pakistan.

Sana! Oh no kidding Sara. Why come choose such a theme when you are determined to waste it? Who would ever bother about those freaking objects here?

sara: Oppurtunity does not come with destiny, sana. Prospects are bleak when you see mud instead of the stars when you look out of your window.  I’m not arguing on philosophy, I’m just trying to sound reasonable.

Sana: So why not go for something that’s already worth it. Your parents have spent a lot of money on you. It’s their right to expect a return.

Sara: Yeah, but paradigm of success is not contracted to the scope of materialism. It’s the satisfaction you gain, the sense of consummation one feels for what he has done. Anyways it seems you have definite plans for what courses you are going to choose.

Sana: Oh no not at all. I’m going for business just because it is high-time that the Ameriican multi-nationals are looking for brainpower. If I’ll see the trend changing towards computers, I’ll switch over to software engineering. I keep doors open for myself Sara. Don’t ever pin yourself to a wall. Even that might not be able to support your weight for long.

Sara: sana it’s the ideology of freedom that matters. You find a flexible career optimum for a comfortable living. I believe in exploring your passion and speaking for your desires. Always be sure you are right, then go ahead. David Crocket said.
Sana: So are you going to stick with your interest once i fails
to buy you a job even? We are progressing into the universities to establish our footings on a professional career. It’s not an experimental lab to test our flight.

Sara: We don’t go to school to buy jobs, sana. We go to learn. Whatever we can do after is the beauty of what we have done. It all comes to our choices how we look into it.

Sana: Dude! You seem determined. I, however, have to look for a number of things. I do hope that we would see each other in U.S.

Sara: Oh yeah sure sana! School bonds should not be fragmented by seperation of careers. It something we both would agree upon. See ya…..

I have got a painting that I cannot see. It does not use any colour, it is not painted on any easel. It just moves in my imagination. I say it is colourless because I do not like any colour of the world. Any frame is too modest for my picture to fit in. My painting is the reflection of my idealism. It is above the ordinary reality that exists in this world, superior to be viewed by anyone.

***

I stop at a traffic signal and a small boy knocks at my window. He wants money for food. I ignore him because I am sick of the beggars who are roaming every street of my city, always faking excuses to make us pay them.

***

I am late for my cousin’s birthday party because I was packed in a traffic jam. I tell this to my cousin but she refuses to believe me. She says that it is a common excuse for dilatory people. She ignores my presence during the entire party.

***

Alone in my bed, some time late at night, I carefully uncover the painting of my life. I look into it to find an explanation of the preceding events. For the first time I am surprised at the fact that I cannot see anything in it. Shocked, I scrupulously follow the intricacies of the abstract images it carries. I want to discover an honest face in it - a true, simple and unembellished expression of reality. But after an endless search breeding nothingness, I am disappointed. For the first time in my life my painting has failed me - the every first time I have tried to interpret a reality through it.

I am forced to think of the concept of life I, in fact most people around me, have developed - an understanding that is based on a misunderstanding. Standing in the midst of an unoriginal world, I realize, we have lost the sense to discriminate between the real and the fake. Our thoughts are obsessed with disbelief, influenced by the dishonesty of our environment. I realize that we are actually afraid of acknowledging the truth, that we simply veil our fear of the real under the cloak of our paradigm for the genuinity of things. We have moved the concept of reality from this world to a false utopia which cannot exist.

I am surprised at the monotony of our approach, the limited scope to which we have contracted our life. We always suspect things because we are unsure of their honesty. We never give them a chance to prove themselves. We are so forcefully immersed in our self-created, self-serving world that we cannot surface to look at the endless planet of truth and reality that lies beyond.

With a gush of embarrassment and realization I recognize the element of distrust I have so surreptitiously embedded in my heart. I turn to look at the only alternative that can remove it: that sometimes things are the other way round. Sometimes it is the trust we ourselves give to our environment which motivates it to breed honesty. Sometimes the world is to be viewed from a different perspective. I decide that good qualities harness from human beings, not from the lifeless sculptures of angels. True words do not have to shower from the sky. Extraordinary things do not always happen in life. It is the same common, simple and uncomplicated images that delineate that true sketch of life.

I come to understand that my life is kaleidoscopic painting of nature. I simply have to add colour to it with my own outlook towards it to sustain its beauty. Painting another picture in its place with imaginary colours on airy easel is simply an unrealistic task.

***

The next time my car stopped at the traffic signal, I turned to see if there was any beggar on the street. There was no one; there were people all like myself, always expecting something from someone, generous enough to offer something else in exchange. I turned to look at the painting of my life. It had all the colours in the world.

Full Alphabetical List

Chest

http://www.chestjournal.org/

Chest Medicine On-Line

http://www.priory.com/chest.htm
European Respiratory Journal

http://maney.co.uk/

Indian Journal of Sleep Medicine

http://indianjournals.com/ijor.aspx?target=ijor:ijsm&type=home
Journal of Biological Rhythms

http://jbr.sagepub.com/

Sleep

http://www.journalsleep.org/

Sleep and Biological Rhythms

http://www.wiley.com/bw/journal.asp?ref=1446-9235

Sleep and Breathing

http://www.springer.com/medicine/internal/journal/11325

Sleep Medicine

http://www.elsevier.com/wps/find/journaldescription.cws_home/620282/description#description

Sleep Medicine Reviews

http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/journal/10870792