So True!

This is from a daily column my friend sends me and which I adore reading.

On this day of your life, we believe God wants you to know ...

that the way you know you have found the right one
is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with the person.

Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

- a quote by Dinah Craik

Good deal!

To hear the exact words you said in another life to another,
Being spoken back to you.

To have all the little things you did once,
Being done for you.

To know that your smallest word, sound, action, movement
Is being recorded with loving scrutiny.

To receive without even asking.
And then to receive some more.

I know now how it must have felt to have been loved by me.
Bad business decision that! Foolish!
To ever let that go.

:-)

Two silk worms had a race.





They ended up in a tie.

"One day you will ask me which is more important?
My life or yours?
I will say mine
and you will walk away
not knowing that you are my life."


Kahlil Gibran

This One Goes Out To Me From Me

Opportunity
by Berton Braley

With doubt and dismay you are smitten
You think there's no chance for you, son?
Why, the best books haven't been written
The best race hasn't been run,
The best score hasn't been made yet,
The best song hasn't been sung,
The best tune hasn't been played yet,
Cheer up, for the world is young!

No chance? Why the world is just eager
For things that you ought to create
Its store of true wealth is still meagre
Its needs are incessant and great,
It yearns for more power and beauty
More laughter and love and romance,
More loyalty, labor and duty,
No chance--why there's nothing but chance!

For the best verse hasn't been rhymed yet,
The best house hasn't been planned,
The highest peak hasn't been climbed yet,
The mightiest rivers aren't spanned,
Don't worry and fret, faint hearted,
The chances have just begun,
For the Best jobs haven't been started,
The Best work hasn't been done.

The Opportunity

Forty springs back, I recall,
We met at this phase of the Maytime:
We might have clung close through all,
But we parted when died that daytime.

We parted with smallest regret;
Perhaps should have cared but slightly,
Just then, if we never had met:
Strange, strange that we lived so lightly!

Had we mused a little space
At that critical date in the Maytime,
One life had been ours, one place,
Perhaps, till our long cold daytime.

- This is a bitter thing
For thee, O man: what ails it?
The tide of chance may bring
Its offer; but nought avails it!

- Thomas Hardy

Courtesy - Friend & Armchair Philosopher: The one and only Shaif

It is not what it should have been.
It is not what it could have been.
It is what it is.