‘I slept and I dreamt …’
Rabindranath Tagore

… I slept and I dreamt that life is joy.

I awoke and saw that life was duty.

I acted, and behold, the duty was joy.

If men become godless
Anon

If men become godless,
Then will
Governments be clueless,
Lies limitless,
Debts countless
Discussions fruitless;
Then will education be mindless,
Politicians characterless,
Christians prayerless,
Churches powerless,
The nations peaceless,
Morals reinless,
Fashion shameless,
Crimes boundless,
Conferences endless,
Prospects cheerless.

Anon

Be the architect of your life

Be the architect of your life
(Author unknown)

Life is not about finding the right person,
but creating the right relationship.
It’s not how we care in the beginning,
but how much we care until the very end.
When you encounter stones on your path
whether put there by people to impede you
or put there yourself out of ignorant choices,
it depends on what you make with them; a Wall or a
Bridge? – Remember you are the architect of your life.
Search for a good heart, but don’t search for a
beautiful face, because beautiful things are not
always good, but good things are always beautiful.
It’s not important to hold all the good cards in life, but
it’s important how well you play with the cards you hold.
Often when we lose all hope and think this is the end,
remember God and pray, it’s just a bend, not the end.-
But learn at last also to remember Him also when all
is well for you, not only in your despair and need.
And render thanks to Him always for all He gives you
One of the basic differences between God and humans
is, God gives and forgives.
But the human gets and forgets.
Be thankful in life…

A good book is like a friend

A good book is like a good companion or friend, the acquaintance of
whom one makes some time in his life, and with whom one remains
connected for the rest of his (life’s) journey.
The more of such friends one has, the better.
There are many things one wants to do in life, to quote an unknown
writer:
“We all believe it is our duty, our task to do several things: to rear
children, to acquire a fortune, to write a book, to discover a
scientific law, and such like. But we have only one thing to do: so
to fashion our life that it is a complete, a good, and a decent work.
And, a work, not in the eyes of those for whom we wish to leave
behind a good memento, but before God, that one bring one’s soul
before Him as something better than it was, as something closer
to Him, more devoted to Him, more in accord with His Will.”
Good books can be very helpful companions in keeping us steadfast on
the road to the accomplishment of that ultimate goal. When we
despair, we read them, perhaps again, or refer to a passage that struck
us when we first made their acquaintance – these strengthen us and
keep us focused on the path we have chosen to pursue.
If they are about heroes, heroes of the spirit, or about great
messengers who have brought tidings about the Truth, we read about
them and about these truths.
We see, shining through, the way these great men and women – chosen
ones as we might call them – and their companions, have conveyed
these great truths of life, and also sought to live according to them
through the special circumstances of their lives, often despite great
adversity, suffering, and the hostility and indifference of their fellow-
men.
And the accounts imbue us with strength, to also try to live in our own
times and circumstances, as best we can according to the new
recognitions and insights we have gained.
When the books have been well absorbed, even after a number of
years, we remember excerpts or passages from these books, and these
remain like a support scaffolding on our further journey.

‘If–’ by Rudyard Kipling

“If—”
(Rudyard Kipling)

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!