Tuesday, August 11, 2009

listening to myself

"Your mind knows only somethings. Your inner voice,your instinct, knows everything. If you listen to what you know instinctively, it will always lead you down the right path"

I am always excited to pull on alongside with the fast moving world around me, having little time to live my life in a more profound, meaningful and action oriented way. Because for me, there seem to be no good reasons to change my way of life. I am satisfied in living on the same lines as the majority of my fellow human beings. Consequently, I often find myself buoyant in fair weather, but depressed and despondent in adversity. I find myself contented and busy living my little life with less room in me for enquiry and reasoning. I tend to nurture myself with my personal cares and worries, that I have no time to stand and spare in journeying with my neighbour.

Nonetheless, I often hear my inner voice whispering to me that I must subject myself to a searching introspection to be saved from becoming a victim of my own lack of foresight- to discover in me man of broad vision and humanitarian zeal. To discover in me a man of the Sermon on the Mount - who sacrifices and plans, and balances his strength with his vision.

If so, what is demanded of me is that I raise my moral stature through listening to the voice of my life. It reveals to me the secret of my nature. It tells me the truth to which I must respond.
I must listen to the whispers of my mind. It tell me what works best for me, and help me set priorities. This is the voice that will help me make decisions all the moments of my life,but I must heed its words.
I must listen to the music of my heart. Its notes are sweet and gentle, harsh and explosive.Its melody is sometimes sad and at other times pregnant with the joy of heaven. The music of my heart sings the songs of my emotions. Its lyrics tell me how I am responding to the reality of life.
I must listen to the silence of my soul. Its here that my whole self can rest in the unconditional acceptance that I give for myself.

Monday, August 10, 2009


I suffer on account of myself and others. But I have never met a person who has given me as much trouble as myself. My own passions, such as greed, jealousy, pride and anger, cause me much greater pain than any amount of external shocks and disappointments. My ego is the source of my great troubles. It is this ego that makes me restless, doing all sorts of things to enhance my fame, prosperity and respectability. I am not content with my present possessions. "We all look before and after, and pine for what is not." This urge for unattainable does not allow me even a moment's rest. It makes my life a perpetual struggle from the cradle to the grave. There are several mental conflicts to encounter, mighty toils to undergo, and acute miseries and misfortunes to endure. All these sufferings, that exhaust my nerves and deprive me of my peace of mind, are the outcome of my own ambitions and aspirations. If so, who is actually responsible for suffering? Who can really diminish my suffering?...........

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Life is not a bed of roses

Life is not a bed of roses; it is a bed of thorns. It is a continuous struggle. The child has to struggle to stand on its own legs. The young people have to struggle for survival. Old people have to struggle with the problems of old age. even people on their deathbed have to struggle for their life till the end comes. This makes life burdensome. But hope is one thing which sustains life. If we put a cheerful disposition and face the problems as they arise cheerfully, and with hope and confidence, the burden of life is not so keenly felt. It has, therefore, been rightly said that burdens become light when cheerfully borne.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

My self image

Even with the best of intentions and true sincerity, it is not always possible to push the world out of our lives. People around us will not leave us to our ways even if we do not intrude into theirs. We have in many ways to adjust ourselves to the people around us. And, if there is any success at any enterprise we attempt- it is largely determined by our own self - image. Human life on earth is a hurdle race. As soon as we overcome one difficulty a new difficulty appears. People who exude confidence in their personal worth seem to be magnets of success and happiness. Good things drop into their laps regularly, their relationships are long-lasting, and their plans are usually carried to completion. To use the imagery of the English poet William Blake, they "catch joy on the wing".


Whenever I make a mistake or get knocked down by life, I look back at it too long. I keep forgetting that mistakes are life's way of teaching me, and that my capacity for occasional blunders is inseparable from my capacity to reach my goals. If I ever intent to be triumphant over my failures, when they happen, I must learn to shake off my blunders instead of pondering over them. If I ever make decisions that turn out to be wrong, I must learn to go back and do it another way, taking less time than many who procrastinated over the original decision.

An error doesn't become a mistake until I refuse to correct it. I must learn to make the mistakes of yesterday my lessons for today. If I have made mistakes, even serious ones, there is always another chance for me. What we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down. Every great mistake has a halfway moment, a split second when it can be recalled and perhaps remedied.

“Lord, deliver me from the person who never makes a mistake, and also from the person who makes the same mistake twice. “

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Continue Living...

I always thought; how is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? I feel that if there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradictions, because if all contradictions were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.

Before I Die

My friends don't strew me with roses after I'm dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow,
no flowers of life will cheer me: instead
you may give me my roses now!

Monday, June 22, 2009

My best friend

MANY PEOPLE have walked in and out of my life, but no one like you. I knew from the start that there was something special about you. You touched my life and wouldn't let go. You brought unimaginable joy and warmth to my life. You've made me feel like a better person, able to take on the world. I think we were meant to meet and share in each other's lives. I think we were destined to become close companions, and I'm grateful to whatever brought us together. Good luck!!!!

God in your life

Regardless of the conditions or the circumstances of your life, if you believe God is with you, hope springs eternal. Your hope, then, transcends what is before you, not by thinking about tommorrow, but by daring to stay in the present and finding God's love in the eternal now.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Expectations in life

Follow your own instinct and heart’s desire. Never change as a person even if you reach at greatest heights in your life... do not expect anything from anyone, even from your own relations and best friends. – Expectation follows disappointment. Self respect is something which you should never compromise for!!!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Life is a journey

In the journey of life each day brings some good news and bad news as well. I have always been a co-traveler, also at times lone traveler through the open roads of life and so each time life's realities hurt me. When life gets to the wrong rails, when one becomes a victim of other's prejudices and misunderstanding, it's there that you need to realize , with hope in your heart, life can still go on, doesn't matter who is beside you or even if there is none.

Why Worry?

Let's break the worry habit before it breaks us.

Let us not allow ourselves to be upset by small things we should despise and forget. Remember "Life is too short to be little"

Hope is Our Greatest Treasure

When we learn to take everything that life offers in our stride, we become people with hope. When we are truly hopeful we find:

Success in the midst of failure
Victory in the midst of defeat
Joy in the midst of greed
Humility in the midst of pride
Uniqueness in the midst of the ordinary
Courage in the midst of fear
Healing in the midst of pain
Reconciliation in the midst of anger
Faith in the midst of doubt
Peace in the midst of conflict
Good in the midst of eveil
Wholeness in the midst of brokenness
Light in the midst of darkness
Love in the midst of apathy
Hope in the midst of hopelessness

Why the Suffering?

Some times life is more than we can bear. We are bent down under the weight of our troubles and broken by the impact of our suffering. We try to understand the mystery of suffering but to no avail. With arms extended toward the heavens we ask, "Why"? half-way expecting an answer, but we know there will be no answer, no reason given for what is happening to us. We want to understand our suffering so we can control it, yet we never completely understand, and our frustration only compounds our suffering. Ultimately, we come to realize that suffering is a part of life, and that if it is to make any sense or logic, we will have to be the ones to give our suffering a sense of meaning and purpose by the way we embrace life's adversities.


Loneliness comes over me like a cloud. I feel abandoned, even by myself. The skies are dark and my heart is empty. All around me is desolation. Will no one hear me? Will no one understand me?

In my loneliness I travel far away. No one knows me there, no one really cares. i feel unloved, insignificant and all alone. My connection with life itself is broken, as is my heart. i want to die. i want to end the pain.

In my delusion, I look to the external for some relief, but there is no reprieve. i am separated from all that really matters.

But from the midst of nothingness, I hear YOU Lord speaking to me. "stay with me in the hour of loneliness" I dare to stay, allowing what will be.

In the hour of loneliness, I know of my pain, as the tears of a newborn child, pining for its Source, yearning for its Destiny. You speak to my soul: "Can a mother forget her infant, be without tenderness for the child of her womb? Even should she forget you, I will never forget you.