Determination
In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an
idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long
Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just
could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done
before. Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this
bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it
could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After
much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son
Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could
be built. Working together for the first time, the father and son developed
concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could
be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of
a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build
their dream bridge. The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a
tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington
was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which
resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move. "We told them so." "Crazy men and their crazy dreams." "It\'s foolish to chase wild visions." ",1] );
could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After
much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son
Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could
be built. Working together for the first time, the father and son developed
concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could
be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of
a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build
their dream bridge. The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a
tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington
was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which
resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move. "We told them so." "Crazy men and their crazy dreams." "It's foolish to chase wild visions." Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project
should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the
bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never
discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and
his mind was still as sharp as ever. He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends,
but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his
hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a
gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the
sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment. It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife. He touched his wife\'s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he
wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method",1] ); Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project
should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the
bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never
discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and
his mind was still as sharp as ever. He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends,
but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his
hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a
gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the
sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment. It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife. He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he
wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method
of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish
but the project was under way again. For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on
his wife\'s arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the
spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to
the triumph of one man\'s indomitable spirit and his determination not to
be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and
their teamwork, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by
half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and
devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the
messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do. Regards, Sathish Vincent ",0] );
of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish
but the project was under way again. For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on
his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the
spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to
the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to
be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and
their teamwork, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by
half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and
devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the
messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.
Slow Down
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You\'d better slow down
Don\'t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"hi"
You\'d better slow down.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
A Sandipiper to bring you Joy
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea. "Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. "I'm building," she said. "I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring. "Oh, I don\'t know, I just like the feel of sand." That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by. "That\'s a joy," the child said. "It\'s a what?" I asked. "It\'s a joy, my mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy." The bird went gliding down the beach. "Good-bye joy," I muttered to myself, "hello pain," and turned to walk on. I was depressed; my life seemed completely out of balance. "What\'s your name?" She wouldn\'t give up. "Robert," I answered. "I\'m Robert Peterson." "Mine\'s Wendy....I\'m six." "Hi, Wendy." She giggled. "You\'re funny," she said. In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me. ",1] ); "Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand." That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by. "That's a joy," the child said. "It's a what?" I asked. "It's a joy, my mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy." The bird went gliding down the beach. "Good-bye joy," I muttered to myself, "hello pain," and turned to walk on. I was depressed; my life seemed completely out of balance. "What's your name?" She wouldn't give up. "Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson." "Mine's Wendy....I'm six." "Hi, Wendy." She giggled. "You're funny," she said. In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me. "Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter. "Where do you go to school?" "I don\'t go to school. Mommy says we\'re on vacation." She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed. Three weeks later, I rushed to the beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home. "Look, if you don\'t mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I\'d rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath. "Why?" she asked. I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, "My God, why was I saying this to a little child?" "Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."",1] ); "Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter. "Where do you go to school?" "I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation." She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed. Three weeks later, I rushed to the beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home. "Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath. "Why?" she asked. I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, "My God, why was I saying this to a little child?" "Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day." "Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and - oh, go away!" "Did it hurt?" she inquired. "Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself. "When she died?" she asked. "Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off. A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn\'t there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door. "Hello," I said. "I\'m Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was." "Oh, yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I\'m afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies."",1] ); "Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and - oh, go away!" "Did it hurt?" she inquired. "Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself. "When she died?" she asked. "Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off. A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door. "Hello," I said. "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was." "Oh, yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies." "Not at all-she\'s a delightful child," I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said. "Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn\'t tell you." Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath. "She loved this beach; so when she asked to come, we couldn\'t say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called "happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered. "She left something for you...if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?" I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "Mr. P" printed in bold, childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues - a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY. Tears welled up in my eyes and a heart that had almost forgotten how to love opened wide. I took Wendy\'s mother in my arms. "I\'m so sorry, I\'m so sorry, I\'m so sorry." I muttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words - one for each year of her life - that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea-blue eyes and hair the color of sand - who taught me the gift of love.",1] ); "Not at all-she's a delightful child," I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said. "Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you." Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath. "She loved this beach; so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called "happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered. "She left something for you...if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?" I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "Mr. P" printed in bold, childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues - a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY. Tears welled up in my eyes and a heart that had almost forgotten how to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." I muttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words - one for each year of her life - that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea-blue eyes and hair the color of sand - who taught me the gift of love.
I didn't know how to teach until I met you
There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him,his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class, and despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had In his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Five Great Lessons..Read completely to understand it.............
| 1 - Most Important Lesson
During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop
quiz.I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions,
until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans
the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning
woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how
would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question
would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In
your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile
and say, 'hello'." I've never forgotten that lesson. I've also never
forgotten her name was Dorothy.
2 - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on
the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her
car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she
decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her,
generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to
safety,helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed
to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and
thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his
surprise,a giant console color TV was delivered to his home A special note
was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my
spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my
dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for
helping me and unselfishly serving others."
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy
entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A
waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream
sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy
pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how
much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he
inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was
growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied." The little
boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The
waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away.
The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the
waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There,
placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You
see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to
leave her a tip.
4 - Fourth Important Lesson - The Obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid
himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of
the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked
around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but
none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching
the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone
to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally
succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a
purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained
many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for
the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned
what many of us never understand. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to
improve our condition.
5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know
a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease.
Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her
5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained
the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and
saying, "Yes, "I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion
progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his
smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice,
"Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the little boy had
misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all his blood in order to save her. |
To the world, you may just be somebody...but to somebody, you may be the world.
A woman worked at an asylum and she believed that every one of God's creatures needed love, concern, and care. She knew of a girl called Little Annie. Annie was confined in a cell in the basement and was seen as a hopeless case. For months the woman tried to talk with Little Annie, but it was like talking to an empty cell. She would read to her, pray for her, and bring special treats.
After several months, Little Annie responded to the love and she was given a second chance at treatment. After two years she was told she could leave the asylum. She chose to not leave. She was so grateful for the love and attention of the woman that she decided to stay and love others as she had been loved.
Nearly half a century later, Helen Keller was honored in England as one of the most inspiring women in the Untied States. When asked to what she would attribute her success at overcoming blindness and deafness, Helen Keller replied, "If it hadn't been for Anne Sullivan, i wouldn't be here today."
Anne Sullivan, who tenaciously loved and believed in an incorrigible blind and deaf girl named Helen Keller, was Little Annie. Because one selfless woman in the dungeon of an insane asylum believed that a hopeless little girl needed God's love, the world received the marvelous gift of Helen Keller.
To the world, the woman was just a somebody...but to Anne Sullivan, and ultimately Helen Keller, she was the world.
No matter how many mistakes we have made. No matter how useless we may feel. No matter all the negative feedback we may receive. NO MATTER WHAT...we have the opportunity to be the world to somebody.
It really has nothing to do with us. It has to do with God working in us.
"To the world, you may just be somebody...but to somebody, you may be the world."
A Little Boy At A Big Piano
Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE." When the house lights dimmed and the concert about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing.
Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."
At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." Then leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obbligato. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was mesmerized.
That's the way it is in life. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music. But when we trust in the hands of a Greater Power, our life's work truly can be beautiful.
Next time we set out to accomplish great feats, we should listen carefully. We can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in our ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."
The Little Star
When the fighter is all alone with nothing but darkness,
he looks at me.
I am always there for all to see,
Though sometimes your life is so lit up u don’t see me.
Eons before you, I have been guiding
Eons after you, I will guide
When the lonely sailor in this wilderness
Is lost, has lost, feels unloved, feels violated, I am there.
I don’t promise to make things better.
But I do promise that I will take you to tomorrow
And then the day after and then the day after….
People have lived by me, for me and because of me.
People have died by me, for me and because of me.
YOU NEED ME. Every body does.
I don’t promise to change hell to heaven.
I don’t promise to take away your pain.
But I shall be with you. Always. Take me. I might be your last chance.
The pain will linger, but you shall see tomorrow.
The world will be the same cruel place, but you will not be cruel.
Those who have followed me have been called many names
Some fools, some courageous, some losers, some winners.
No matter what, I was and will be there.
Sometimes I am the purpose, sometimes I give purpose
When you think life is meaningless.
I am life, I give life. Don’t let go of me. Keep me in your sight.
When you don’t see the point in living for today
I give you strength to live for tomorrow.
When you cant trust anybody, please trust me.
Because I don’t promise anything but tomorrow.
Not even a better tomorrow.
But tomorrow you shall see the sun rise again, the flowers blossom, the birds chirp
Which you could not see today.
And even if you cannot see it tomorrow, I shall pull you through one more day
Because the next day you might.
And I shall keep pulling and pushing.
USE ME.
When you are in lots of pain and you cant even cry,
Look at me I am all that’s left, the only star still shining.
I shall cry with you but take you to tomorrow.
LOOK AT ME DAMNIT. DON’T LET GO OF ME.
I the little star whose light is meager, who is so distant,
But am the closest thing when everything is even more distant and dark.
Don’t let go of me. I am the fuel when everything else runs out.
I can give you lots of strength if you are willing to take it.
The strength to stare straight into the sun.
The strength to bear this whole damn world.
The strength to accept your pain, your loss, your mistakes, your failures.
Without me you are nothing, with me you are next to nothing but with a chance.
Which do you prefer?
Take me. Let my light shine through your darkened life.
When your friends hurt, your love hurts, your living hurts,
I swear I wont. Take me.
Clustered between a thousand other stars that give light and then darkness
I ALWAYS SHINE.
When the world seems black with misery
I will give you strength to be happy, to smile, to laugh.
Even if you cant be happy, smile, or laugh, I promise you wont cry.
Even if you cry this I SHALL PROMISE you wont cry for the end of today,
But cry for a better tomorrow.
Those who are confident maybe broken,
But with me by their side there is a CHANCE that it is temporary.
Your back might break, shoulder sag and peace lost.
But if you can look at me and feel me by your side,
you will still carry the burden.
So please look and feel me.
When other stars like a streaking but dying meteorite blind you into euphoria,
I do what we stars are really meant to do
Give light for you to live through darkness.
Look around you.
The whole world runs on me.
Why don’t you?
WHY DON’T YOU?
When you have lost everything,
You can never lose me.
When you don’t know the truth from the lies.
Its okay because you know me.
I wont give up on you,
If you don’t give up on me.
Even if you lose your mind, don’t lose me.
I am the only chance for you to get it back.
Even when you cant see love anywhere,
I will make you see it in the guy in the mirror.
I wont make you raise up from your misery like a shooting star,
Lets take it step by step.
Even if you slip, its okay I will make you climb the next step.
You say you are in excruciating pain?
Look at me.
It will be bearable.
When everything is there I am there.
But more importantly,
When everything is gone I AM THERE.
Oh god please please please take me.
Don’t think, TAKE ME!
Don’t ask me “WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I TRUST YOU. LOOK AT WHERE I AM BECAUSE OF YOU”
I can only say that it is not the end.
If it is why are you breathing?
I am there in every breath of yours.
Every tears.
Every thoughts.
Realize it.
And even after all this if the next day is even darker,
If I am more distant and my light weaker.
Know that I am there ONLY for you.
I told you already but I think you don’t understand.
No matter how many times you slip,
With me you will climb again and again and again.
And then one day you shall love like you used to,
Smile like you used to,
TRUST like you used to.
And I shall love and smile along with you , though you might have forgotten me then.
I am your little star.
I AM CALLED HOPE.
I give you the power to dream.
And I also give you the power and convictions to achieve it.
PLEASE DON’T LET GO OF ME.
Everything is nothing without me.
I give meaning where it does not exist.
I give strength.
I make a bed of nails bearable, not likeable though.
I can do only so much.
My powers are limited.
But with it YOU CAN LIVE life,
not as a zombie.
But with all your senses intact.
I come in different forms.
Look at the rose.
Look at the jet.
Look at the ship.
Look at your house.
Damn it, look at anything.
Everything is a product of me.
I AM HOPE.
PLEASE DON’T LET GO OF ME.
I MIGHT BE THE ONLY THING YOU HAVE.
BUT I AM POWERFUL.
AND I SHALL HELP YOU COME BACK TO LIFE
Mystical life
sometimes i sitback and think about this mystical life
that how i followed it with my bare foot without understanding
the way i crawled on the terrane made by the circumstances
and how i became subdued and demanding
all phases lived with dignity, poise and dare
with no knowledge of own or derived
but how i shared each situation
with my own soul and tiny, tingling mind
i grabed the hand of the experiences
which thought me more how to survive
survival of the fittest is the theory
and the world's laugh when u cry
I learned from every moment of the time
i took the life as it came on my way
handled the turbulations in front on my own
recalling all the aspects at the end of the day
that's how i educated myself
from the raw realities of the life
without being beside anyone
taking life on my own stride
