“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.”
From Gitanjali …
The longer I live, the further I realize the brunt of attitude on life. Outlook, to me, is more imperative than facts. It is more important than what went before, than culture, than change, than status, than disappointment, than sensation, than what other populace believe or articulate or act.
It is more central than manifestation, talent, or dexterity. It will craft or crack a business … a minster … a domicile. The remarkable thing is we have a preference day by day vis-à-vis the feelings we will cuddle for that day.
We cannot alter our past …
We cannot amend the reality that community will act in a convinced approach. We cannot modify the foreseeable. We can only do is to play the string we have—and that is our attitude. I am swayed that life is 10 percent what comes to pass to me and 90 percent of how I counter to it. And so it is with you … we are in accuse of our approach.
Ethics cannot be based upon our commitment towards populace; but they are absolute and normal only when we feel this reverence for life and the desire to have consideration for and to help all mortals insofar as it is in our clout. I believe that this ethic will turn out to be more and more documented because of its great naturalness and for the reason that it is the groundwork of a factual humanism toward which we must attempt if our society is to become truly decent.
Sometimes efforts are faithfully what we require in our life. If we were to walk off all the way through our life lacking any hindrance, we would be crippled. We would not be as brawny as what we could have been. Grant each prospect a probability, leave no room for qualms. Relations are like goblets. Sometimes it is healthier to leave them kaput than attempt to upset yourself putting it back as one.
The real art of discussion is not only to articulate the right thing at the right time, but also to leave silent the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
