Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.
Life does not consist mainly – or even largely – of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that are forever blowing through one’s mind.
The best way to cheer yourself is to try to cheer someone else up.
It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And If it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first.
Image courtesy of goodreads
The guy is not just a Sage but a clown too. A powerful combination if you ask me.
Inspired by the #Revofkindness Challenge.
Today is ash wednesday and marks the beginning of the lenten period. Most of us know what that entails Christians, especially Catholics.
Saint Valentine died for love thus the Valentine’s day of February 14th.
Like lent, like Valentine’s day. The common denominator is LOVE. During lenten period, Christians are supposed to pray, fast, give alms in order to purify themselves in readiness for the greatest show of love ever – death and ressurrection of Christ. Christ loves us unconditionally and died for our sake. We are required to mortify our flesh in order to sanctify our souls to partake fully of this love.
The greatest love of all for us humans is self love for without loving ourselves first, we cannot love others. That is the love we express when we participate in lenten activities actively. The fast, prayers, alms giving are all means of achieving absolution and sanctification for our souls even though third parties might benefit therefrom too.
Both Jesus and St. Valentine died for others, show of LOVE. What do we ourselves do for others? How far are we willing to go to lend a helping hand to that childless widow selling by the roadside, to that child who roams the streets hawking away while her mates are in the classroom, to the truck pusher who always carries your goods for you in the market?
Sometimes only our smile can lift a dying spirit, our words of encouragement can transform a life, not to talk of financial assistance.
Would it not be better to visit an orphanage than a beer parlour or if you must, do both on that February 14th and beyond? Bearing the reason for the season in mind will help us act accordingly.
I deviated from what I set out to write initially and found myself here. I hope this makes a difference of some sorts.
Wishing us a fruitful lenten season.
Churches, homes, media, internet – everywhere, was all about the fathers’ day celebration yesterday. It would seem that the celebration received more attention and publicity than previous years, or was I just imagining it? Maybe because I felt it more this year. While many people were celebrating their fathers, many others were reminiscing or mourning or imagining. To which group do you belong?
Can one miss what one does not have? I lost my Dad when I was about nine years old and the memories are faded mostly but for few that pop up in my mind from time to time. So there is really nothing to miss as such. There is mostly a yearning for what might have been, especially on days like fathers’ day.
Yet, yesterday, I wished he was still alive, that I could feel his big arms encircle me in a warm embrace, I wished that I could watch him celebrate fatherhood with me, I wished that I could laugh and share my secrets with him as one of the online pictures purported that your dad is your first love (for the females),
I do not know how true that is. I wished that I could ‘dance with my father again’. If wishes were horses…
I am beginning to forget what it actually feels like, having a father but sometimes, some things happen and I wonder if that thing would have happened or if it would have happened the way it did if my dad were to be there. Sometimes, I wish he is here, like right now but… *shrugs*
You do not know what you have until you lose it, so for you guys that still have your dad around, do cherish him as much as you can before you end up with a baggage of regrets, of unfulfilled dreams, of unexpressed love, for not caring enough.