Category Archives: Motivational

The Purpose – Passion, Service, Happiness and Wealth

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When you realize your purpose, the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it (~ Paulo Coelho ). Your passion if often linked to your purpose (~ John c. Maxwell). A fulfilling purpose must mean to selflessly serve others (~Robin Sharma). You can do important work if you do not become self-important; you can do several things as easily as one if you leave yourself out (~  Urantia book).  The fruits of living your purpose shall be Happiness and wealth. True happiness is rooted inside as a great contentment with life and an appreciative perspective toward the diversity of life (~McKabue). Complete wealth entails family, fitness and freedom (~MJ DeMarco)

The Pleasure-Pain

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But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?


You cannot separate the sugar rush from the sugar crash…


But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?

On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee the pain and trouble that are bound to ensue; and equal blame belongs to those who fail in their duty through weakness of will, which is the same as saying through shrinking from toil and pain. These cases are perfectly simple and easy to distinguish. In a free hour, when our power of choice is untrammelled and when nothing prevents our being able to do what we like best, every pleasure is to be welcomed and every pain avoided. But in certain circumstances and owing to the claims of duty or the obligations of business it will frequently occur that pleasures have to be repudiated and annoyances accepted. The wise man therefore always holds in these matters to this principle of selection: he rejects pleasures to secure other greater pleasures, or else he endures pains to avoid worse pains.


Sources:

The Pleasure-Pain Syndrome

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No Accident

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there is, actually there is;

a short cut to happiness;

its success, and conquering own limits;

it’s a fixation onto a dear goal


its possible, its really is;

to live an extraordinary life;

its living every moment, once;

its working on oneself, repeatedly;


its now, it’s right now;

a time to choose your fate;

it starts with creating a personal philosophy;

it starts with changing one’s perception;

…don’t take it personal. don’t ask why did this  have to happen to me…

…life is like an onion you have to peel it one layer at a time and sometimes you cry. life’s going to slapped you around and don’t take it personal. don’t ask why did this  have to happen to me. why not you? who would you suggest? you want to give us some name? some email addresses? and don’t tell everybody 80% don’t care and 20% glad is you…

 

A Life-Lesson

Source: A Life-Lesson Poem by James Whitcomb Riley – Poem Hunter

There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by. —
There! little girl; don’t cry!

There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by. —
There! little girl; don’t cry!

There! little girl; don’t cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago;
But Heaven holds all for which you sigh. —
There! little girl; don’t cry!

What Is Life

Source: What Is Life

LIFE IS AN ADVENTURE – DARE IT.

LIFE IS A BEAUTY – PRAISE IT.

LIFE IS A CHALLENGE – MEET IT.

LIFE IS A DUTY – PERFORM IT.

LIFE IS A LOVE – ENJOY IT.

LIFE IS A TRAGEDY – FACE IT.

LIFE IS A STRUGGLE – FIGHT IT.

LIFE IS A PROMISE – FULFILL IT.

LIFE IS A GAME – PLAY IT.

LIFE IS A GIFT – ACCEPT IT.

LIFE IS A JOURNEY – COMPLETE IT.

LIFE IS A MYSTERY – UNFOLD IT.

LIFE IS A GOAL – ACHIEVE IT.

LIFE IS AN OPPORTUNITY – TAKE IT.

LIFE IS A PUZZLE – SOLVE IT.

LIFE IS A SONG – SING IT.

LIFE IS A SORROW – OVERCOME IT.

LIFE IS A SPIRIT – RELEASE IT.

LIFE IS A WONDER – CHERISH IT.

My candle burns at both ends;

My candle burns at both ends;

   It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—

   It gives a lovely light!

Source: Figs from Thistles: First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay | Poetry Magazine

Roll the Dice – Bukowski Artvilla

if you’re going to try, go all the way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

Source: Roll the Dice Poem by Bukowski – Artvilla

Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Source: Still I Rise by Maya Angelou – Poems | Academy of American Poets

If — If you can fill the unforgiving minute

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If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Source: If— by Rudyard Kipling | Poetry Foundation