Life is like a river: The winding paths are a perfect definition of our life’s journey: we start our so pure, strong and true, we find tough rocks and boulders along the way, and sometimes we’ve got to seep into the earth to find our way across challenges. We pick impurities, vices, virtues as we gracefully move down…We also make friends (tributaries) that make us stronger and stronger. And as we near the end, we would have grown, expanded our experiences and perfected the art of picking only the good (silt). Our own lives serve as support systems for others that need us, and with whom our lives get meaning. What we call an ending, is only a step in continuum as we find more and more of us, those with whom we share experiences, awareness (oceans).
Just like in the depths of rivers, we get peace, not by looking outwards for answers, but by looking deeper in, accepting that which we cannot change, and improving that which we can. Compassion and hope, is our spring. It is what rejuvenates us, gives us that push we strongly need. It is what enables us to cut through challenges, problems the way small rivers cut through rocks upstream to form the river bed. Patience is what allows us to slowly go from going in bends and arcs, to going in straight paths, the ones that define who are and what we really want in life. It is what sees us through to fulfilling our whole life’s purpose.
Via Man Wale’s Random
I just realized that contrary to popular opinion, greedy people actually have their limits: They always are so satisfied by that urge to have more and more, they are satisfied by greed itself.
But then again, I do not fail to realize that ‘greedy’ people are not greedy by default. People want more and more (until its too much) because they feel insufficient, and this is probably because people fail to realize that it makes not so much difference having too much of things that end up being of no use, that satisfaction only comes after accepting who we are and who we’ve always been.
The tough of any continuous journey is not in the beginning, or the end, but in the journey itself…The maintenance or upping of standards. Beginnings and endings require only courage, the other part (s) strength.
Beginners (start-ups) will tell you they began by having closed their eyes then jumping, experts will tell you they kept going by gnashing teeth without losing strength especially when the strength-bucket is running really low.
Lesson of the Day:
Art is a representation of the earth. An imitation, simulation which gets harder and harder to understand the more complete it is. It is also easily misunderstood the less complete it is. Art, done in moderation, is a gamble that brings bits of priceless knowledge, and understanding. The good, or bad thing, about it, is that it has never been complete, and probably never will…It will only always transcend the hands on time.
“Art is never complete(d), it is only abandoned.” :- Leornado Da Vinci
Via Man Wale’s Random Lessons
They Whisper, Plead and bleed. They grow, mature on difficult earth. They are mindful yet stay so confident and true. Always calm but dance gracefully to the wind that sings. They humbly adapt to the changing seasons without lamenting. I wonder if they too suffer, every time they are hurt, in the hands of mindless of sons of men.
Basing on the logic behind The Friendship Paradox, I propose another: The Hardship Paradox. The Friendship Paradox states that for every person, their friend(s) have more friends than themselves. This therefore, also means that, in the case of the Hardship Paradox, for every person, the person they meet is fighting a harder battle than themselves. And this further inspires me to propose that for every person we meet, we’d be doing service to humanity by treating them well, not forgetting the power of smiles!
The mistake many of us make: We look for inspiration and enlightenment outside of ourselves…We easily forget that we can always get our answers by asking and engaging deeply, the person we see when we look in the mirror.
Via Man Wale’s Random
It is when we begin to face our shortcomings, when we stop fearing to lose, that we wake to a new dawn of freedom. It is when w begin to stand up against the ills of the living, that we overcome death. It is when we stop fearing death, that we begin to Live!
Via Man Wale’s Random
I am tired. I am tired of speaking about what’s best for our country. I am tired of preaching ideals I believe in…Or writing about how best we all can live good lives! I no longer am interested in helping a people, so deeply trapped in self-gratification, see how vain living for self is! I am tired of pointing out ills knowing that in a matter of seconds, minutes, men, just like pigs, will go back to the very mistakes they renounce everyday! I truly am tired of trying so hard to drive everyone who cares to listen, to think and realize how deep we’ve sank…How our own destruction is imminent if we do not grab that rope of salvation, that of hope and act upon our day to day resolutions!
I am tired of engaging a people so selfish as not to listen to the ideals shared generation after generation by those noble enough to care about those that come in the future, about us. I have decided it is enough with the self-righteous, the self-professed infallibles, the know-it-alls, the hopelessly prejudiced, the frustrated war-mongers and the clue-less ignorant masses that refuse to learn from past mistakes! I refuse to drown in this fruitless quest for a better world for all, but then again, I refuse to live in a world so full of misery! I will not accept less than our legends died for!
Via Man Wale’s Frustrated Citizen
A day well spent is a day spent learning something new. A day wasted is one spent complaining and doing nothing to make things better for all.
A moment that well deserves its name is one spent in happiness…and one not worth memory is that spent in self-imposed misery, that could, by all means, be avoided.
A life well lived is one dedicated to the service to all. This gives purpose, meaning to our years…And we live our lives in vain when we live only for our selves…