The only "have to" is what you owe yourself. Sounds selfish. But it's like the airline security guideline where you put on your own oxygen mask before helping children.
Everything else we do for others works best if we really want to do it. The key is knowing what we want. Like the oxygen mask, our feelings are more clear when we are in tune with that which gives us life.
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Helpless enjoyment
It's amazing how desperate life has had a habit of seeming to me. Archaic sentence but my feeling is convoluted in a similar way. Yet, the feeling of helplessness is precisely the truth. For life itself has nothing to do with us. It is a gift.
And gifts are meant to be enjoyed even when we feel completely and utterly helpless.
Monday, 18 November 2013
Living birthdays
Birthdays are special. Parties. Cakes. Presents. And now there's Facebook to remind everyone. It's good for me to be grateful for life.
On this my special day, I woke up with a new sense of freedom and embrace from life and perhaps God. I say perhaps not because of my own doubt but out of respect for those struggling with suffering sickness limitations...
It's hard to believe someone created such anomalies. Yet in the past year I've returned to My Faith like a mustard seed. Somehow the assurance of such a faint notion compared to the concept of The Master of The Universe has returned me to the constant of life which we were born with. As we batter one another out of fear our fragile faith can become weak and can easily die.
For me the celebration of life is in creativity, friendship and taking steps each day to overcome.
Thursday, 14 November 2013
Don't give up... never give in
Like most music I've posted, they don't give instant gratification: you have to endure some slow even dissonant parts before it gets upbeat. Such is the case also with Winston's speech in the middle of World War II: you can't get more dissonant than war during which this speech hits profound notes in our heart.
"Never give in--never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy."
Winston Churchill, Harrow School, 1941.
Don't give up (by Peter Gabriel)
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Where do you start?
It all begins with those whom you love and love you back and those who love you and you love back or a combination of the two because it no longer matters who started it...
Sound confusing? It is because love is a mystery. No one knows why and who started it and we all fear it will end. I never feared it until my recent mild yet still terrible trials. Somehow I always felt loved and wanted to share it.
Going through the "fire" has solidified this love like iron to steel or coal to a diamond: I feel it even when I'm afraid, feel loathed, nervous, unsure, tired, during the deepest negatives in contrast to my past innocence.
I changed but the love never did.
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