So the ant dotted into the empty chocolate box while I picked the last piece.
I put on the lid and carried it to the bin. The ant was still zig-zag-ing around with the crumbs oblivious to the end of its life. Better to remove the lid and I took the little ziggling ant out and threw the box away.
Looking for food it found sweet, heaven in a box of crumbs all to itself.
Living in paradise heading for the end. Danger unnoticed.
A note to myself.
12.7.10
27.5.10
Preparing For Things That Matter
“Most people vastly overestimate the extent to which more money would improve our lives. Most schools and colleges spend too much time preparing students for careers and not enough preparing them to make social decisions. Most governments release a ton of data on economic trends but not enough on trust and other social conditions. In short, modern societies have developed vast institutions oriented around the things that are easy to count, not around the things that matter most. They have an affinity for material concerns and a primordial fear of moral and social ones…Governments keep initiating policies they think will produce prosperity, only to get sacked, time and again, from their spiritual blind side.”
~ David Brooks, from “The Sandra Bullock Trade,” New York Times (March 29, 2010)
10.5.10
20.4.10
17.4.10
Poetry: Tearing the page
Tearing the Page
by Li-Young Lee
Every wise child is sad.
Every prince, is a member of the grass.
Each bud opening opens on the unforeseen.
Every wind-strewn flower is God tearing God.
And the stars are leaves
blown across my grandmother’s lap.
Or the dew multiplying.
And of time’s many hands, who can tell
the bloody from the perfumed,
the ones that stitch
from the ones that rip.
Every laughing child is forgetful.
Every solitary child rules the universe.
And the child who can’t sleep
learns to count, a patient child.
And the child who counts negotiates
between limit and longing,
infinity and subtraction.
Every child who listens
all night to the wind eventually
knows his breathing turns a wheel
pouring time and dream to leave no trace.
Though he can’t tell what a minute weighs,
or is an hour too little or too long.
As old as night itself,
he’s not old enough in the morning
to heat his milk on the stove.
But he knows about good-byes.
Some of them, anyway. The good-bye
at the door each morning, a kiss for a kiss.
The good-bye at bedtime,
stories and songs until it’s safe to close his eyes.
And maybe he’s even heard about the waiting room
at Union Station, where dust and echoes climb
to the great skylights
accompanied by farewells
of the now-going, to join the distant
farewells of the long gone,
while a voice announces the departure
of the Twentieth Century for all points West.
Yes, every wise child is heart-broken.
A sorrowing pip,
he knows the play
he’s called away from each evening
is the beginning and end of order
in a human household.
He’s sure his humming to himself
and his rising and falling ball are appointed
by ancient laws his own heart-tides obey.
But he can’t tell anybody what he knows.
Old enough to knot his shoelaces,
he’s not old enough to unknot them.
Old enough to pray, he doesn’t always
know who to pray to.
Old enough to know to close the window
when it storms, old enough to know the rain,
given the chance, would fall on him,
and darken him, and darken him, the way
he himself colors the figures
he draws, pressing so hard he tears the page.
by Li-Young Lee
Every wise child is sad.
Every prince, is a member of the grass.
Each bud opening opens on the unforeseen.
Every wind-strewn flower is God tearing God.
And the stars are leaves
blown across my grandmother’s lap.
Or the dew multiplying.
And of time’s many hands, who can tell
the bloody from the perfumed,
the ones that stitch
from the ones that rip.
Every laughing child is forgetful.
Every solitary child rules the universe.
And the child who can’t sleep
learns to count, a patient child.
And the child who counts negotiates
between limit and longing,
infinity and subtraction.
Every child who listens
all night to the wind eventually
knows his breathing turns a wheel
pouring time and dream to leave no trace.
Though he can’t tell what a minute weighs,
or is an hour too little or too long.
As old as night itself,
he’s not old enough in the morning
to heat his milk on the stove.
But he knows about good-byes.
Some of them, anyway. The good-bye
at the door each morning, a kiss for a kiss.
The good-bye at bedtime,
stories and songs until it’s safe to close his eyes.
And maybe he’s even heard about the waiting room
at Union Station, where dust and echoes climb
to the great skylights
accompanied by farewells
of the now-going, to join the distant
farewells of the long gone,
while a voice announces the departure
of the Twentieth Century for all points West.
Yes, every wise child is heart-broken.
A sorrowing pip,
he knows the play
he’s called away from each evening
is the beginning and end of order
in a human household.
He’s sure his humming to himself
and his rising and falling ball are appointed
by ancient laws his own heart-tides obey.
But he can’t tell anybody what he knows.
Old enough to knot his shoelaces,
he’s not old enough to unknot them.
Old enough to pray, he doesn’t always
know who to pray to.
Old enough to know to close the window
when it storms, old enough to know the rain,
given the chance, would fall on him,
and darken him, and darken him, the way
he himself colors the figures
he draws, pressing so hard he tears the page.
8.4.10
我很可笑
I'm so funny that it is not funny at all.
'..we always know which is the best road to follow, but we follow only the road that we have become accustomed to.’
(The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)
'..we always know which is the best road to follow, but we follow only the road that we have become accustomed to.’
(The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)
7.4.10
A Warrior of Light
knows that he has much to be grateful for.
He was helped in his struggle by the angels; celestial forces placed each thing in its place, thus allowing him to give his best. That is why, at sunset, he kneels and gives thanks for the Protective Cloak surrounding him.
His companions say: "He's so lucky!" But he knows that "luck" is knowing to look around him and to see where his friends are, because it was through their words that the angels were able to make themselves heard.
(The Zahir by Paulo Coelho)
He was helped in his struggle by the angels; celestial forces placed each thing in its place, thus allowing him to give his best. That is why, at sunset, he kneels and gives thanks for the Protective Cloak surrounding him.
His companions say: "He's so lucky!" But he knows that "luck" is knowing to look around him and to see where his friends are, because it was through their words that the angels were able to make themselves heard.
(The Zahir by Paulo Coelho)
4.4.10
2.4.10
How could I forget?
Forgotten certain things, and then I remembered them again..
The one thing that is supporting this world. The most important thing. How could I forget?
How far would you go to protect yourself?
The one thing that is supporting this world. The most important thing. How could I forget?
How far would you go to protect yourself?
21.3.10
Where is your limit?
I've made my choice. It's a difficult one. Now I just have to pick up my courage and start..
16.3.10
7.3.10
What you want & who you are.
"You don't always get what you want. But you'll get according to who you are."
On a different note, my legs are tired. Tired but happy.
On a different note, my legs are tired. Tired but happy.
1.3.10
27.2.10
23.2.10
The Things That Matter
Kindness is a virtue that the blind can see and the deaf can hear.
Almost anything good you do will seem insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.- Ghandi
From How to Live Without Fear & Worry by K Sri Dhammananda
(free circulation)
Almost anything good you do will seem insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.- Ghandi
From How to Live Without Fear & Worry by K Sri Dhammananda
(free circulation)
21.2.10
18.2.10
The Hardest People To Love
"The people who are the hardest to love are the ones who need it the most.” -Peaceful Warrior
15.2.10
14.2.10
Live Well, Take Care
Live on, live well.
Be happier, be stronger. Treat yourself better. Love your people more.
Live stronger. Show that you can live very well.
You can be proud of yourself.
There is no need to believe in anything. There is no need for beliefs. Just be.
& Love strongly, not more.
Be happier, be stronger. Treat yourself better. Love your people more.
Live stronger. Show that you can live very well.
You can be proud of yourself.
There is no need to believe in anything. There is no need for beliefs. Just be.
& Love strongly, not more.
9.2.10
7.2.10
Assumptions about other people and ourselves*
Do you know why there are so many screwed-up relationships in
this world? Because people like you and I refuse to communicate is one of the reasons.
We prefer to assume, because it's safer and comfortable for our ego.
When we assume, we make an ass out of u and me.
Instead of spoken and written words, we communicate through songs, art, films; secondary mediums to bring our message across. Because we're afraid of rejection and indifference. It's as if when we are separated by a medium (MSN, Blogs, Irony), then we can rest our minds knowing if our work is rejected, it does not necessary mean we are unlovely. Rather it's piece of work that can be improved on. Self-worth that can be improved on. Can self-worth be improved?
Sometimes we hold back what we want to say, for political correctness, for politeness, to lessen trouble for ourselves. Because why should we bother about others, when they don't seem to give some? We always want that something from others, but we don't want to give the same thing in return. We just don't want our kindness to be taken advantage of, and of course we're just plain greedy and ungrateful. Which in turn makes us self-centered. The need to protect ourselves.
We seek to procure, to dominate, to outdo and outshine. To collect all the items for the next level up, for survival. What is it all for? The very thought of having to let them go inspires fear. The thing which we yearn for most, is the most guarded possession that each one of us has.
The most precious, a privilege for certain people, should be taken care of by its owner. Because no one else can know how to take care of your heart, other than ourselves. We are interdependent of each other, for survival reasons, for companionship, for something special. Without the people around us, we wouldn't be where we are today. Without basic necessities provided by the earth, we would not live. Without our flesh, bones, 70% water, and other components, there would be no body.
There would be no self. So how real is the self? Do we own our bodies? When things start to fall apart, when they no longer have a reason to stay together, how real are the things we have now, when change is the only constant.
.
*edited
this world? Because people like you and I refuse to communicate is one of the reasons.
We prefer to assume, because it's safer and comfortable for our ego.
When we assume, we make an ass out of u and me.
Instead of spoken and written words, we communicate through songs, art, films; secondary mediums to bring our message across. Because we're afraid of rejection and indifference. It's as if when we are separated by a medium (MSN, Blogs, Irony), then we can rest our minds knowing if our work is rejected, it does not necessary mean we are unlovely. Rather it's piece of work that can be improved on. Self-worth that can be improved on. Can self-worth be improved?
Sometimes we hold back what we want to say, for political correctness, for politeness, to lessen trouble for ourselves. Because why should we bother about others, when they don't seem to give some? We always want that something from others, but we don't want to give the same thing in return. We just don't want our kindness to be taken advantage of, and of course we're just plain greedy and ungrateful. Which in turn makes us self-centered. The need to protect ourselves.
We seek to procure, to dominate, to outdo and outshine. To collect all the items for the next level up, for survival. What is it all for? The very thought of having to let them go inspires fear. The thing which we yearn for most, is the most guarded possession that each one of us has.
The most precious, a privilege for certain people, should be taken care of by its owner. Because no one else can know how to take care of your heart, other than ourselves. We are interdependent of each other, for survival reasons, for companionship, for something special. Without the people around us, we wouldn't be where we are today. Without basic necessities provided by the earth, we would not live. Without our flesh, bones, 70% water, and other components, there would be no body.
There would be no self. So how real is the self? Do we own our bodies? When things start to fall apart, when they no longer have a reason to stay together, how real are the things we have now, when change is the only constant.
.
*edited
6.2.10
I'll never excuse myself
I won't give up my life for you, you or you. Remember that.
Don't use your lack of courage to pursue a meaningful life you want as an excuse. Whatever choice you make is up to you, don't use me as an excuse later on to get what you want; what you didn't dare to go for.
I'll never give it up for anyone.
*I don't expect you to give up your life, so don't be afraid.
Don't use your lack of courage to pursue a meaningful life you want as an excuse. Whatever choice you make is up to you, don't use me as an excuse later on to get what you want; what you didn't dare to go for.
I'll never give it up for anyone.
*I don't expect you to give up your life, so don't be afraid.
5.2.10
人也有
软弱的时候。加油。
"The great advantage of having nothing is that everything becomes a gain. | |
| | Losing everything is at the same time the scariest, as well as the most liberating experience you can have. When you have something, - anything, you've got to protect it from disappearing. And so worry becomes a resident in your heart. When you've got nothing, your heart overflows with gratitude for every offering you receive." |
4.2.10
One Thread
“When you examine the lives of the most influential people who have ever walked among us, you discover one thread that winds through them all. They have been aligned first with their spiritual nature and only then with their physical selves.”
2.2.10
31.1.10
A present (mind)
“Mindfulness is simply being aware of what is happening right now without wishing it were different; enjoying the pleasant without holding on when it changes (which it will); being with the unpleasant without fearing it will always be this way (which it won’t).” – James Baraz
30.1.10
Letting Go
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
All the things I left behind, I don't regret it. All the things I have to let go, it may be for the better.
Birth & Death continuously.
What is Nirvana?
All the things I left behind, I don't regret it. All the things I have to let go, it may be for the better.
Birth & Death continuously.
What is Nirvana?
29.1.10
Wonderment
Wonderment..and I think to myself
What a wonderful world by KOKIA
To be void, to feel void, you become nothing, without a purpose to go on living. Does the absence of happiness cancels out sadness? Rather it would make that sadness deeper because the heart couldn't or didn't experience the thing it wants most.
single mother by KOKIA
What a wonderful world by KOKIA
To be void, to feel void, you become nothing, without a purpose to go on living. Does the absence of happiness cancels out sadness? Rather it would make that sadness deeper because the heart couldn't or didn't experience the thing it wants most.
single mother by KOKIA
26.1.10
Prayers
I didn't understand the meaning of saying a prayer.
What good would it do to make a wish?
I don't think the higher beings have time to grant every one of them.
Because...
It's an attitude.
When you say a well-intentioned prayer for someone or something, it reflects an attitude.
When you curse or wish ill on someone, it also reflects an attitude.
Two kinds of attitudes, two different results.
So which one, a prayer or a curse, should we be leading?
What good would it do to make a wish?
I don't think the higher beings have time to grant every one of them.
Because...
It's an attitude.
When you say a well-intentioned prayer for someone or something, it reflects an attitude.
When you curse or wish ill on someone, it also reflects an attitude.
Two kinds of attitudes, two different results.
So which one, a prayer or a curse, should we be leading?
21.1.10
Real Life
“For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin–real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.”
19.1.10
Cultivate
Cultivate your hunger
before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to
make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain,
never coming down.
Break into the contents,
never falling down.
My knee is still shaking,
like I was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom,
by the back door.
A man railed at me twice
though, but I didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for
people like me.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
You say, "Dreams are dreams.
"I ain't gonna play the fool anymore."
You say, "'Cause I still got my soul."
Take your time, baby,
your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach
yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes
shadows of nothing,
shadows of nothing.
You still are blind,
if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always
a straight way to the point you see.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to
make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain,
never coming down.
Break into the contents,
never falling down.
My knee is still shaking,
like I was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom,
by the back door.
A man railed at me twice
though, but I didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for
people like me.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
You say, "Dreams are dreams.
"I ain't gonna play the fool anymore."
You say, "'Cause I still got my soul."
Take your time, baby,
your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach
yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes
shadows of nothing,
shadows of nothing.
You still are blind,
if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always
a straight way to the point you see.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate
yourself in the end.
11.1.10
8.1.10
Learn Learn & Learn
It's tough to learn, but I can't go back, I don't want to go back.
Go foward. No matter how slowly I progress, just don't stop
and give up.
Accept myself, but don't be complacent and always improve
on areas that I'm lacking.
Cease looking elsewhere to acquire, it's right here with me all the time. But don't be complacent and take the good things for granted.
Learn learn and learn.
This year I have a different focus.
Go foward. No matter how slowly I progress, just don't stop
and give up.
Accept myself, but don't be complacent and always improve
on areas that I'm lacking.
Cease looking elsewhere to acquire, it's right here with me all the time. But don't be complacent and take the good things for granted.
Learn learn and learn.
This year I have a different focus.
5.1.10
3.1.10
Become That Change You Wish To See In This World.
Become that change you wish to see in this world.
What do you want to see happen in this world?
What do you want to see happen in this world?
1.1.10
Susan Boyle: I Dreamed A Dream
She's an inspiration.
She's not just a singer, she's a character we all wish we were.
She's not just a singer, she's a character we all wish we were.
Standing Up For Myself
I have to stand up for myself and for what I want, live my own life, not the expectations of others.
I've had enough. Don't you dare hold me back.
Stop it now. We should be living our own dreams, stop busying yourself with my life.
Stand up for the life you want. You won't regret it.
I've had enough. Don't you dare hold me back.
Stop it now. We should be living our own dreams, stop busying yourself with my life.
Stand up for the life you want. You won't regret it.
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