Saturday, October 1, 2011

i carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart


By E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me, i carry it in
my heart. i am never without it, anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling

i fear no fate for you are my fate,my sweet
i want no world, for beautiful, you are my world,my true,
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows,
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide,
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart, i carry it in my heart



Thursday, September 29, 2011

You are the Result of Yourself

Don’t blame anyone, never complain of anyone or anything
Because basically you have made of your life what you wanted.
Accept the difficulties of edifying yourself
And the worth of starting to correct your character.
The triumph of the true man arises from the ashes of his mistakes.
Never complain of your loneliness or your luck.
Face it with courage and accept it.
Somehow, they are the result of your acts and
It shows that you’ll always win.
Don’t feel frustrated by your own failures;
Nor blame them on someone else.
Accept yourself now or you’ll go on justifying yourself like a child.
Remember that any time is good to start
And that no time is so good to give up.
Don’t forget that the cause of your present is your past,
As the cause of your future will be your present.
Learn from the brave, from the strong,
From those who don’t accept situations
From those who will live in spite of everything.
Think less of your problems and more of your worth.
Learn to arise from your pain,
And to be greater than the greatest of your obstacles.
Look at the mirror of yourself and you’ll be free and strong
And you’ll stop being a puppet of circumstances.
For you yourself are your destiny.
Wake up and stare at the sun in the mornings and breathe the sun of dawn.
You’re part of the strength of your life now,
Rise up, fight, walk, be sure and you’ll win in life.
Don’t ever think of ‘fate’
For fate is the excuse of failures.

The OSTRICH Story

The OSTRICH Story

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Price of Love

“The pain of grief is just as much part of life as the joy of love:it is perhaps the price we pay for love, the cost of commitment. To ignore this fact, or to pretend that it is not so, is to put on emotional blinkers which leave us unprepared for the losses that will inevitably occur in our own lives and unprepared to help others cope with losses in theirs.”