In every walk of life
There will always be a bad day !
A day when tears keep flowing
From each failures to disappointments !
From each sufferings to broken hearts !
It is not just you my dear.
Everyone faces it.
Everyone finds it tough.
Even when living is hard
You will survive; Remember
How you have fought
And not about how you are hurt !
Breathe in the laughter !
Cherish the tears !
For tomorrow is the best day
And today is only the beginning !!
Just hang on and keep going !!
Cry if its must and whine you shan’t !
For every master was once a disaster !
So don’t give up !
Be brave and believe !
For you are strong as long as you fight !
Be your champion !!
For all you deserve is in your best self !
Living in today !
Leaving the past behind !
Saying goodbye to all sorrows !
For tears are not worthy of your eyes !!
Hesitate not to keep going !
You will pull it off, just wait and see !
All it takes is one more time !
One more try !
You are all the light !
You are all the might !
Take it up ! Brave it up !
Save it up ! Live it up !
What controls outcomes in our life. Is it us? Or is it the Principles that we follow in our lives?
When that question is asked, many would say that outcome is always in their control. But the reality is much different. Outcomes in life is not in our control. But Principles do have a control on each outcome.
As Benjamin Hardy had rightly pointed out, many times people and their decisions are governed by Objective Principles. It is more important for us to find results quicker than fix problems permanently. Yet we forget, the majority of the success happens at the very end, and most people aren’t patient enough for the big return. He goes further to illustrate with a simple experiment:
If you drop a book, gravity will ensure it hits the ground. You controlled that action, but the outcome was the result of how it interacted with the outside world.
Small undetectable habits are the ones that accumulate and create the quality and legacy of our lives. The big things achieved in this world are just the smaller things that are done repeatedly. Sachin would not be a legend, if not for his records. True. But what made his records remarkable was his continuous effort to accumulate each run with the same vigor as the run that he made when he faced his first legal delivery.
Why do we settle for a temporary solution? This basic doubt arises when we talk about “living for the moment”. We usually act upon our immediate desires, rather than consciously choosing for each moment of our lives to serve some kind of purpose, add to some kind of objective.
‘Freedom is not the ability to act on any given impulse, it is the ability to choose what you want to act on, and why. It is not the absence of commitments, values, or discipline, it is the ability to choose them at will.’
The truest love is not how one feels, but how he or she acts. When one wants a “soulmate” relationship, think of it not as something that we find, but a person we choose and then grow with over time. The same way if we want to find purpose in life, we should think of it as whatever we are good enough to keep doing, until we leave a legacy — that is our calling.
It is not in premeditation that we decide what the big, important parts of our lives are. It relies on us doing, particularly, doing it over and over again. Doing defines our lives, our characters, our relationships—everything.
Everything that matters happens in small, repeated actions, and small actions are made up of moments. Which is why instead of living for the desires of “the moment,” one should live for the work of one’s legacy.
Our legacy is what we will be remembered by — what kind of person we were, and what we did while we were here in this world. Developing this requires us to be present. It requires us to choose. It requires us to use each of our moments, rather than wash them away with a rush.
There is a deeper, more profound peace that comes from working toward building a part of ourself in the world, rather than building our life around catering to our senses’ immediate desires. It will be equally taxing, frustrating, gratifying, joyful, exhausting — but at the end we are left with something greater than our self, and that is the point. Everything is hard, only some things are worth it.
~shared and adapted from blogs and materials i liked
the tranquillity of heart’s wanderlust,
the natural essence of living deeds
the only mystery to all rationales,
the only fiction for all facts.
Can love be an option?
If it may,
I would opine to hate such option.
So hard was it to find love,
Among the vast expanse of virtual emoticons
Yet here we are,
In times of threads tied on trust
Love being no option but a must
Not to hate for being liked
But to live for being loved
Do I have an option?
If it may,
I would open to love the option of hate.
Hate and Love,
The sides of the same coin, some said
Yet they forgot to mention
That they never meet face to face
Wanting the love of life,
Leads to the peril of
Hating the want for time
Committing to the lusts of crime.
Does love makes its option?
If it may,
I was just a figment of such suggestion.
Love heals many scars
Miracles show, yet very scarce.
Love was such a farce
Many who said are lost arse.
Mediocre to greatness
Such is the rise
That love shows its might
In the historic hindsight.
No love is an option!!!
If it were,
Motherhood would have been a notion!
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