Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Conclusion of an Ignorant
The Art of Failure
Life taught me the art of failure. We all fail. I learned it from the early years of my life. From our first attempt to walk, we fall. And we kept on falling; yet we keep on standing. Failing is such a wonderful thing. The pressure, stress and embarrassment it gives are unbearably sweet. But failure is even sweeter when we fall from a high ground. When we aimed to the sky and have dreamed so high and fail: only the most creative writer can tell of our salvation.
Who said that we should not dream high for we are bound to experience a painful fall? Oh yes a very painful one. But for all I know, a ball bounces back higher when It falls from a higher ground. Success is not measured by your achievements; it is measured by how high you bounce back when you experience that most painful fall.
The Ocean
I’m not Morrie. No, not yet.
Welcome to the ocean, sailor.
Life is like the ocean. It can be as tranquil as
Life IS “what IS”
I have learned that life doesn’t have any meaning. Does beauty have meaning? No. Beauty IS. I learned to accept that life IS. But embedded in the IS of life is freewill. And, with freewill, the IS becomes “what IS”, now it has meaning.
No.1 Competitor
“If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be lesser and better persons than yourself”