Category: Inspiration

I read this little story on Facebook and wrote this comment. Read the story first then my comment. Hope you get something from one of them!

While this is true, progress comes from constructive impatience with the way things are compared to how they could/should be.

Personal growth comes from closing the gap between where we are and our full potential.

No great person (by that I mean a person of great accomplishment) was ever satisfied to rest on their laurels.

Major changes for the better in society will only occur when we as individuals step up to the challenge of making them happen. Each day your actions, large and small, send out ripples in our mutual pond. Make your ripples count for the better!

Ignore your looks, they matter but little. It’s who you are that matters more. Look at Eleanor Roosevelt’s life as an example of that! (https://www.thoughtco.com/eleanor-roosevelt-1779802) Only yesterday I was reading a story of how much she was invalidated in her youth yet she was able to get the Universal Declaration of Huma Rights enacted. What a great accomplishment!

Currently solutions are being conceived and implemented for many of the things that are wrong with society. If you are not happy with some aspect of your personality, your actions or your results, create or forward a purpose in which you believe and this will make you feel a whole lot better about yourself and others!

To a happier you!

Who is Happy? The Peacock and The Crow

Brilliant!

https://www.flixxy.com/gold-medal-freestyle-indoor-skydiving-kyra-poh.htm

Or, as I sometimes say to a person suffering stress, just because someone invites you to their argument, it does not mean you HAVE to attend. Practice until you acquire the skill of letting some communications to you go unanswered. Just as a batsman lets a ball go through to the keeper without playing a shot at it.

Jambulingam Street, Chennai, is a local legend. The tar road in the bustling Nungambakkam area has weathered a major flood, several monsoons, recurring heat waves and a steady stream of cars, trucks and auto rickshaws without showing the usual signs of wear and tear. Built in 2002, it has not developed the mosaic of cracks, potholes or craters that typically make their appearance after it rains. Holding the road together is an unremarkable material: a cheap, polymer glue made from shredded waste plastic.

https://www.theguardian.com/sustainable-business/2016/jun/30/plastic-road-india-tar-plastic-transport-environment-pollution-waste

These are brilliant!

https://www.flixxy.com/when-art-fools-your-eyes.htm

I do not we should do these things out of fear but I do believe it is a far better way to live than most of us are living!

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line –

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

“A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.” Marcus Tullius Cicero