To laugh is to risk appearing a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To live is to risk dying,
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow,
But he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or live.
Chained by his servitude he is a slave who has forfeited all freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
The pessimist complains about the wind;
The optimist expects it to change;
And the realist adjusts the sails.
(by William Arthur Ward)
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Would you...?
If i would be a bird,
would you fly with me?
If i would be a flower,
would you bloom with me?
If i would be a cloud,
would you rain with me?
If i would be your heart,
would you love me?
would you fly with me?
If i would be a flower,
would you bloom with me?
If i would be a cloud,
would you rain with me?
If i would be your heart,
would you love me?
Friday, November 18, 2011
A child
can always teach an adult three things:
- to be happy for no reason,
- to always be busy with something,
- and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
And a meadow lark sang
The child whispered, "God, speak to me"
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.
So the child yelled, "God, speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
"God let me see you" and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted,
"God show me a miracle!"
And a life was born but the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here!"
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.
(old Hindu poem)
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.
So the child yelled, "God, speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
"God let me see you" and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted,
"God show me a miracle!"
And a life was born but the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here!"
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.
(old Hindu poem)
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Your body is away from me
But there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
- Rumi
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
- Rumi
Saturday, October 22, 2011
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