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As I began to love myself

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.

As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know “THAT IS LIFE”!

  • Written by Charlie Chaplin

~**~

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Simple Philosophy

There are only two things to worry about;
either you are well or you are sick,
If you are well,
Then there’s nothing to worry about.
If you are sick,
There are two things to worry about;
either you will get well or you will die,
If you get well,
There’s nothing to worry about.
If you die,
There are two things to worry about;
either you will go to heaven or hell,
If you go to heaven,
There’s nothing to worry about.
If you go to hell,
You’ll be so damn busy
Shaking hands with your friends,
You won’t have time to WORRY!

~**~

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Be Prometheus

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Captain Corelli’s Mandolin : Dialogues

Movies, even more precisely, a thought or an idea often has a lasting impact on us. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin used to be my favorite movie during my college days. I found this piece from a blog and couldn’t help sharing it. To read full text please click the link: http://movie0-0.blogspot.in/2017/03/captain-corellis-mandolin-2001.html


“It must be very difficult for you to have to put up with us.
It must be very difficult for you to have to live with yourself.
You lie in the sun and swim in the sea…
… and flirt with your prostitutes.
And there are people I know, people I grew up with…
… who are fighting for their lives and dying for what they believe in.
And all you do is sing!
What’s there to sing about?
We are in the middle of a war, not an opera house.
And here you think you are so cultured with your pasta…
… and your panettone and your puffed-up opera.
Why don’t you take your holiday on somebody else’s island?
What is there to sing about?”

“There is singing when babies are baptized…
… when you celebrate a marriage.
Men sing as they work.
Soldiers sing as they march into battle.
And there is singing when people die.
I’ve always found something in life worth singing about.
And for that, I cannot apologize.
For the fact that I’ve caused you pain, I cannot apologize enough.
I have not been able to imagine until now…… the offense I have given.”

~**~

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Choose wisely

They say “If you lie down with dogs, you’ll get up with fleas”. If you don’t want fleas, don’t lie down with dogs. If you don’t want negativity in your life, don’t hang around negative people. If you want more than average, stop hanging around average people. If success is important to you, don’t hang around with people who have no ambition. If kindness is important to you, don’t spend time with unkind people. Your friends and peer group are a great reflection of you, because YOU choose them. Choose wisely.

Jim Rohn once said that we are the average of the five people we spend the most time with.

Now, many people will deny this fact, but research shows we are much more affected by our environment, and those around us, then we would like to believe.

The people around you MATTER..

If we are the average of the 5 people we spend the most time with, what if those 5 people we spend the most time with have no ambition? What if they are dragging us down? How can you get around this statistic?

Find a coach or Mentor. Find many coaches and many mentors. See, this also applies to the people you spend time with in LEARNING. If you listen to audio tapes or read books from great teachers on a daily basis, you are effectively spending time with them and they are influencing your life as well.

You must always surround yourself with those that are better than you in someway. Those who you can learn from in some way. That, is how you get better. Just like great competition brings out the best in great athletes, great people bring out the best in you.

Surround yourself with winners!

Surroundyourself with people that have things you want. With people that will force you to raise your own game. With people that will help push you forward. Not because they will give you hand outs, but because seeing them live life at that higher level will force you to get there yourself. Not because they will only ever be positive with you, but because they will always be straight with you. Winners don’t like hanging around with losers. You have to be on top of your game to play at the top.

They say if you surround yourself with 9 losers you’ll soon be the tenth. Getting comfortable is the worst thing you can do if you want to achieve anything of significance in life.

The comfort zone is great… if you are happy to settle for less than you can be. It’s not great if you want to reach your true potential in life. Get around those who are HUNGRY. Get around those who want to leave their mark in this world! Those who want to make a difference in this world.

They say misery loves company, well so does success! Success loves successful company, there’s just less to choose from.

There’s nothing better than getting together with a group of winners and WINNING!

If someone has the fitness, health and body you want… get around that person or more people like that. Soon their standards will become yours. If someone has the wealth, business, happiness or life you want – get around those people. Get around the people that are living at a higher level than you.

If you are only hanging around people who drag you down. Those people who can always find a reason why it CAN’T be done… that will also become your reality…You will never see a successful person hanging around a DREAM KILLER. If you want SUCCESS hang around with DREAM CHASERS. Find someone that is doing what YOU want to do. Follow them, consume their material, read their books, listen and LEARN.

The more you learn from these people the more you will become like these people. You might have to cut some negativity out of your life and it won’t be easy. But what do you want from your life?

Negativity is a virus. You must get it out of your life, otherwise you will be the one that suffers in the end.

~**~
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Nothing but death

There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.

Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.

Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

I’m not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.

But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.

Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.

~**~

Translatedby Robert Bly

Originally written by Pablo Neruda