Tuesday, February 20, 2018

The best teacher

As the years go by, I am reminded that what does not last remains in the past. So many things fall by the wayside. What is important is what endures.

Wounds can be healed with the passage of time. Even the deepest of pains has a tendency to diminish. And one day it has dwindled to but a memory.

It does no good to dwell on our mistakes. Learn from them, and then just keep going. Fixating on such things merely leaves us in a fixed position.

If we lose our momentum, we will return to bad habits. The clock turns back for a repeat performance. This one will be no better than the last.

As teachers go, experience is the best. You have already seen how the story will end. But it is not finished until the final chapter has been written.

Our every day adds another page. Life does love its tragedies, but hopes for better. And a triumph is there somewhere waiting for someone to earn it.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Making a difference

One's greatest opponent is their self. The most wicked acts are born of selfishness. People will sacrifice anyone just to get what they want.

The selfless end up serving those who are not. They become the pawns in someone else's game. And just like in chess, they are readily expended.

Look out for others, but not to your own exclusion. We learn to care by caring about ourselves. Treat others the way you would like to be treated.

In a world that takes, be the one who gives. Let your every moment be a blessing to those around you. In a sea of sameness, make a difference.

You may never know what effect you have. Some will see it, and some will turn away. Creatures of darkness cannot stand the shining of a light.

It is through our own eyes that we see the world. An honest heart will behold it clearly. Use that vision to make things better than you know.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Hearing the song

There are things we do just because we love to do them. Somehow, they become a part of us. Even when the music ends, we still hear the song.

Obstacles are put in our path, some that seem insurmountable. Yet, our passions push us to overcome. And then, we get past what is in our way.

It is not through vainglory that we attempt to do the impossible. Something deeper inspires us to persevere. That is why we cannot be stopped.

Money and power will only take you so far. Once they are attained, the victory will ring hollow. For such things cannot motivate one to endure.

Often, success is the prelude to despair. When what one wants fails to satisfy, what is left? You only really have what you have brought with you.

Passion is like the mythical bird, constantly returning from the ashes. To fly, you need only to spread your wings. Up in the clouds, one soars free.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Change of fortune

It is a rare thing to get what you want. There are too many others vying for the prize. The question is: can you get something which will work?

So few know an opportunity when they see one. The most precious gems are concealed in ordinary rock. For so long, they wait to be discovered.

Yet, it is the craftsman who reveals their beauty. What is had is not as important as what is done with it. To have innovation, you must envision.

Can you bend circumstances to your purposes? If left to itself, everything begins to unravel. The slightest chance can change one's fortune.

Instead of worrying about the cards, just play the hand. The game cannot be won by giving up. For those who overcome, adaptation is a necessity.

If you have nothing to work with, keep looking. There is more than one pathway to success. But sometimes, the best one is also the hardest.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Errors and failings

What has happened before can happen again. History is full of those who thought they were above it. In the end, they ended up being plowed under.

Time goes by and the memory of man starts to fade. That which was proven foul becomes fair again. People are deceived by a fresh coat of paint.

To truly learn from our mistakes, we must recognize them as such. Otherwise, we will keep making them. And our end will be the same old story.

We must get past what we want to see what is. However, this is merely the starting point. The goal is before us, but to get there we must overcome.

Even in winning, most tend to lose. They cannot maintain the advancements they have made. What good is it to press forward only to slide back?

Errors unchecked become failings. Learn from those who have gone on before. You can find out what should be done and what definitely should not.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Falling together

Sometimes, it feels like your whole world is collapsing. That which can go wrong has done so. But is everything falling apart or coming together?

Often, we focus on the bad and miss all the good. Life has never been easy, and that is not going to change. But it is within us to turn things around.

After all we have been through, quitting is not an option. It should only ever be considered to be dismissed. And then, it should be forgotten.

The pain we experience is only temporary. It is the body's way of telling us how much danger we are in. But it pales next to that of a shattered spirit.

There are no obstacles that cannot be surmounted. And then, mount them on a wall as a reminder. They cannot prevent one who will not be prevented.

One gets hurt as they stumble through this life. But bumps and bruises do not last. As long as we are holding it together, we can never really fall apart.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

The Winnowing Way

A poem about loss and gain.

The Winnowing Way

As the wind blows,
each secret shows.
What was hidden
is made manifest.

What did we sow?
What did we grow?
Have we been cursed,
or are we blessed?

Touched by the breeze,
blown through the trees.
Not what we sought,
we have received.

Shells come away,
dropped to decay.
Pests tossed as well,
grant us reprieve.

How have we erred,
lost in the air?
Were these pieces
not parts of us?

Cruelly they fall,
tumbling all,
onto the ground
without a fuss.

What is revealed,
fit for a meal,
it is the grain
that was contained.

Were it not tossed,
this would be lost.
For every gain,
there is a loss.

What do we mourn?
Why be forlorn?
It was the husk
hiding the corn.

Naught did we waste,
now we can taste.
What was concealed,
now we embrace.

These are the things,
each season brings.
Showers will fall,
upon us all.

What will be grown,
shall be made known.
For questions asked,
we will be shown.

As the wind blows,
each secret shows.
Soft it arrives,
swiftly it goes.

What will we sow?
What will we grow?
All of our deeds
one day will show.