Breaking Through Walls

by: Kurush Dubash

I am unstoppable.

I will not settle for anything less.
If you ask me to get up and run through a wall,
bet that I will get up and stare that wall down.
I will start slow but then pick up speed.
Then I will accelerate as fast as I can.
And when I am ready,
I will break through that wall with everything that I am.

I cannot be stopped.

I am unbeatable. Uncrushable.
I am too fast, too strong to be stopped.
I am too wise
to have negativities and doubts get to me.
I have the power and hunger of a lion
And the will to succeed.
I will not make excuses because
I am the decisions I make.
I will accomplish my goals no matter what
and there is nothing that will stop me.
Anything that tries to stop me
will be seen as a wall.

And I will break through all my walls.

The Paradox of Our Time

by: The Dali Lama

We spend more, but we have less.

 

We have bigger houses, but smaller families

More conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees, but less sense

More knowledge, but less judgement

More experts, but more problems

More medicines, but less wellness.

 

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often

We have learnt how to make a living, but not a life.

We have added years to life, but not life to years.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back

But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.

We have conquered outer space, but not inner space.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted our soul.

We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We’ve higher incomes, but lower morals.

We’ve become long on quantity but short on quality.

 

These are the times of tall men, and short character;

Steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare,

More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

 

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorces;

Of fancier houses, but broken homes.

It is a time when there is much in the show window, and nothing in the stockroom.

 

A time when technology can bring this letter to you,

 

And a time when you can choose,

 

Either to make a difference …. or just hit, delete. 

Recipe for Life
by Muhammad Ali

He took a few cups of love.
He took one table spoon of patience.
One table spoon, tea-spoon of generosity.
One pint of kindness.
He took one quart of laughter.
One pinch of concern.
And then he mixed willingness with happiness.
He added lots of faith.
And he stirred it up well.
Then he spread it over a span of a lifetime.
And he served it to each and every deserving person he met.

Good Timber
by Douglas Malloch

The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.

The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.

Good timber does not grow with ease:
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The further sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.

Where thickest lies the forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.

“Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2”
by Watsky