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Live Your Best Life

7/18/2021

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Live Your Best Life

It only takes a moment
     To stop and take a breath
To take in all the sights, and sounds
     To enjoy all life has to give.

Don’t take time for granted
     Because it quickly slips away
Years cannot be promised
     So enjoy every single day.

Time and life are precious
     And we only get one chance
To live life to its fullest
     To live in happiness.

Live your best life
     Starting with today
Make sure it’s a happy one
     Every step of the way.

by Author Unknown

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The Ship That Sails

7/17/2021

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The Ship That Sails

I’d rather be the ship that sails
     and rides the billows wild and free;
Than be the ship that always fails
     to leave its port and go to sea.

I’d rather feel the sting of strife,
     where gales are born and tempests roar;
Than settle down to a useless life
     and rot in dry dock on the shore.

I’d rather fight some mighty wave
     with honor in supreme command;
And fill a last well-earned grave,
     than die at ease upon the sand.

I’d rather drive where storm winds blow
     and be the ship that always failed
To make the ports where it would go,
     than be the ship that never sails.

attributed to Page Belnap

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How to Forget

7/16/2021

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How to Forget

If you were busy being kind,
     Before you knew it you would find
You’d soon forget to think ’twas true
     That someone was unkind to you.

If you were busy being glad
     And cheering people who seem sad,
Although your heart might ache a bit,
     You’d soon forget to notice it.

If you were busy being good,
     And doing just the best you could,
You’d not have time to blame some man
     Who’s doing just the best he can.

If you were busy being right,
     You’d find yourself too busy quite
To criticize your brother long,
     Because he’s busy being wrong.

by Rebecca Foresman: as published in “Our Dumb Animals” (August 1918) periodical, page 47

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Each Day Is a Gift

7/15/2021

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Each Day Is a Gift

The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised, and dignified lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.

Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.

As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room . . . just wait.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It is a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.”

She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from it what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in your bank of memories. Thank you for your part in filling my memories bank. I am still adding to it.”

by Author Unknown

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Saying and Doing

5/17/2021

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Saying and Doing

It isn’t the talk that will count, boys,
     But the doing that springs from the talk.
To what will your walking amount, boys.
     With no goal at the end of your walk?

What’s the use of a ladder set up, boys,
     With the end resting only on air?
What’s the use of a nobly filled cup boys,
     If no one to drink it is there?

What’s the use of a capital plan, boys,
     That never is more than a scheme?
He makes a poor, scatter-brained man, boys,
     That begins in his boyhood to dream.

No; talk on and plan as you will, boys,
     But remember, if you would succeed.
It isn’t the talk that shows skill, boys,
     But the end of the talking, - the deed!

by Author Unknown

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What I Live For

5/16/2021

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What I Live For

I live for those who love me,
     Whose hearts are kind and true,
For Heaven that smiles above me,
     And waits my spirit, too;
For all the ties that bind me,
     For all the tasks assigned me.
And bright hopes left behind me,
     And good that I can do.

I live to learn their story
     Who’ve suffered for my sake,
To emulate their glory,
     And follow in their wake;
Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages,
     The noble of all ages,
Whose deeds crown history’s pages,
     And Time’s great volume make.

I live to hold communion
     With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union
’Twixt Nature’s heart and mine;
     To profit by affliction,
Reap truths from fields of fiction,
     And, wiser from conviction,
Fulfil each grand design.

I live to hail that season,
     By gifted minds foretold,
When men shall rule by reason,
     And not alone by gold;
When man to man united,
     And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted
     As Eden was of old.

I live for those who love me,
     Whose hearts are kind and true,
For Heaven that smiles above me,
     And waits my spirit too;
For the cause that lacks assistance,
     For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
     And the good that I can do.

by George Linnaeus Banks

George Linnaeus Banks was born on 2 March 1821 in Birmingham, England as the son of a seedsman. He was a member of the Methodist denomination of Christianity and was married to writer Isabella Banks. After trying several types of manual labor and trades, he eventually became a journalist, a newspaper editor, a poet, a playwright, a dabbler in acting, and an orator. George Linnaeus Banks passed on at 60 years of age on 3 May 1881 in Dalston, Hackney, England.

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Persevere

5/15/2021

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Persevere

The fisher who draws in his net too soon,
     Won’t have any fish to sell;
The child who shuts up his book too soon,
     Won’t learn any lessons well.

If you would have your learning stay,
     Be patient, - stick with it and hold fast:
The man who travels a mile each day,
     May get round the world at last.

by Author Unknown

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Always Have Faith in Yourself

5/14/2021

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Always Have Faith in Yourself

It is not easy to
Live life sometimes,
And face the world with a smile.
When you’re crying inside,
It takes a lot of courage
To reach down inside yourself
Hold on to that strength
That’s still there,
And know that tomorrow
Is a new day -
With new possibilities
But if you can just hold on
Long enough to see this through,
You’ll come out a new person -
Stronger,
With more understanding,
And with a new pride in yourself
From knowing you made it.

by Kathy Obara

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See It Through

5/13/2021

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See It Through

When you’re up against a trouble,
    Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
    Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
    Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
    See it through!

Black may be the clouds about you
    And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
    Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
    Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
    See it through!

Even hope may seem but futile,
    When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
    Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
    Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
    See it through!

by Edgar A. Guest

Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.

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The Pure

5/12/2021

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The Pure

The pure, the bright, the beautiful
     That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
     The streams of love and truth,
The longing after something lost,
     The spirit’s yearning cry,
The striving after better hopes -
     These things can never die.

The timid hand stretched forth to aid
     A brother in his need;
A kindly word in grief’s dark hour
     That proves a friend indeed;
The plea for mercy softly breathed,
     When justice threatens high,
The sorrow of a contrite heart -
     These things shall never die.

Let nothing pass, for every hand
     Must find some work to do,
Lose not a chance to waken love -
     Be firm and just and true
So shall a light that cannot fade
     Beam on thee from on high,
And angel voices say to thee -
      “These things shall never die.”

by Charles Dickens

Charles John Huffam Dickens (chärlz jŏn hŭfꞋəm dĭkꞋənz) was born on 7 February 1812 in Landport (a part of the city of Portsmouth located on Portsea Island), Hampshire, England. He became a Victorian novelist, and is commonly regarded as one of the greatest English authors. He wrote the novels “Pickwick Papers” (1837), “Oliver Twist” (1837 - 1839), “A Christmas Carol” (1843), “David Copperfield” (1849 - 1850), and “Great Expectations” (1860), among other classics. Mr. Dicken’s writings expressed his deep compassion for the poor in Victorian England. Charles John Huffam Dickens passed on at 58 years of age on 18 June 1870 in Chatham, Kent, England.

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It Isn’t Costly

5/12/2021

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It Isn’t Costly

Does the grouch get richer quicker than the friendly sort of man?
     Can the grumbler labor better than the cheerful fellow can?
Is the mean and churlish neighbor any cleverer than the one
     Who shouts a glad “good morning,” and then smiling passes on?

Just stop and think about it. Have you ever known or seen
     A mean man who succeeded, just because he was so mean?
When you find a grouch with honors and with money in his pouch,
     You can bet he didn’t win them just because he was a grouch.

Oh, you’ll not be any poorer if you smile along your way,
     And your lot will not be harder for the kindly things you say.
Don’t imagine you are wasting time for others that you spend:
     You can rise to wealth and glory and still pause to be a friend.

by Edgar A. Guest

Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.

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Winners Are People Like You

5/11/2021

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Winners Are People Like You

Winners take chances.
Like everyone else, they fear failing,
but they refuse to let fear control them.
Winners don’t give up.
When life gets rough, they hang in
until the going gets better.
Winners are flexible.
They realize there is more than one way
and are willing to try others.
Winners know they are not perfect.
They respect their weaknesses
while making the most of their strengths.
Winners fall, but they don’t stay down.
They stubbornly refuse to let a fall
keep them from climbing . . .
Winners don’t blame fate for their failures
nor luck for their successes.
Winners accept responsibility for their lives.
Winners are positive thinkers
who see good in all things.
From the ordinary, they make the extraordinary.
Winners believe in the path they have chosen
even when it’s hard,
even when others can’t see where they are going.
Winners are patient.
They know a goal is only as worthy
as the effort that is required to achieve it.
Winners are people like you.
They make the world a better place to be.

by Nancye Sims

To find more of the author’s inspiring writings, click on Nancye Sims.

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The Road'll Turn Some Day

5/10/2021

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The Road’ll Turn Some Day

I know the road is rocky,
     And the hills are hard to climb;
I know the feet get bruised and sore,
     And it takes heaps o’ time.
I know the burden’s heavy -
     O, you needn’t tempt to say;
But just keep a-plodding onward -
     For the road’ll turn some day!

I know that homesick feeling,
     And the ache you bear alone;
I know your heart is breaking,
     By the bravely stifled moan.
I know the arm you leaned upon
     Has now no power to stay;
But just keep a-plodding onward -
     For the road’ll turn some day!

I know the structures you have hewn
     Of youth’s day-dreams lie low;
I know you see their ruins stare
     Everywhere you go.
I know the sunbeams round your path
     Long since have ceased to play;
But just keep a-plodding onward -
     For the road’ll turn some day!

by Author Unknown

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The Five W’s of Life

5/10/2021

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The Five W’s of Life

Who you are is what makes you special.
     Don’t change for anyone.

What lies ahead will always be a mystery.
     Don’t be afraid to explore.

When life pushes you over,
     You push back harder.

Where there are choices to make,
    Make the one you won’t regret.

Why things happen will never be certain.
    Take it in stride and move forward.

by Author Unknown

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How to Change the World

5/10/2021

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How to Change the World

When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world. I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation. When I found I could not change the nation, I began to focus on my town. I could not change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family. Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I understand that if, long ago, I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family. My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.

by Author Unknown: Attributed to an unidentified monk (about C.E. 1100)

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Cheerfulness

5/9/2021

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Cheerfulness

There is a little maiden -
     Who is she? Do you know? -
Who always has a welcome
     Wherever she may go.

Her face is like the May-time,
     Her voice is like a bird’s;
The sweetest of all music
     Is in her lightsome words.

The loveliest of blossoms
     Spring where her light foot treads.
And most delicious odors
     She all around her sheds -

The breath of purple clover
     Upon the breezy hills;
The smell of garden roses
     And yellow daffodils.

Each spot she makes the brighter,
     As if she were the sun.
And she is sought and cherished
     And loved by every one;

By old folks and by children.
     By lofty and by low.
Who is this little maiden?
     Does anybody know?

You surely must have met her -
     You certainly can guess;
What! must I introduce her?
     Her name is Cheerfulness.

by Marian Douglas: as published in “The Myrtle” (24 January 1874), Volume 23, number 39

Marian Douglas is a pseudonym of Annie Douglas Green, later known as Annie Douglas Robinson, who was born on 12 January 1842 in Plymouth, New Hampshire, United States of America. She became a writer and a poet. Annie Douglas Robinson passed on at 71 years of age on 7 June 1913 in Brattleboro, Vermont, United States of America.

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Growing Smiles

5/9/2021

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Growing Smiles

A smile is quite a funny thing,
     It wrinkles up your face,
And when it’s gone, you never find
     Its secret hiding place . . .

But far more wonderful it is
     To see what smiles can do;
You smile at one, he smiles at you,
     And so one smile makes two.

He smiles at someone since you smiled,
     And then that one smiles back;
And that one smiles, until in truth
     You fail in keeping track.

Now since a smile can do great good
     By cheering hearts of care,
Let’s smile and smile, and not forget
     That smiles go everywhere.

by Author Unknown

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Life Is an Echo

5/8/2021

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Life Is an Echo

What you send out -
     comes back.
What you sow -
     you reap.
What you give -
     you get.

What you see in others -
     exists in you.
Do not judge -
     so you will not be judged.
Radiate and give love -
     and love will come back to you.

by Author Unknown

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The Fighter

5/7/2021

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The Fighter

I fight a battle every day
     Against discouragement and fear;
Some foe stands always in my way,
     The path ahead is never clear!
I must forever be on guard
     Against the doubts that skulk along;
I get ahead by fighting hard,
     But fighting keeps my spirit strong.

I hear the croakings of Despair,
     The dark predictions of the weak;
I find myself pursued by Care,
     No matter what the end I seek;
My victories are small and few,
     It matters not how hard I strive;
Each day the fight begins anew,
     But fighting keeps my hopes alive.

My dreams are spoiled by circumstance,
     My plans are wrecked by Fate or Luck;
Some hour, perhaps, will bring my chance,
     But that great hour has never struck;
My progress has been slow and hard,
     I’ve had to climb and crawl and swim,
Fighting for every stubborn yard,
     But I have kept in fighting trim.

I have to fight my doubts away,
     And be on guard against my fears;
The feeble croaking of Dismay
     Has been familiar through the years;
My dearest plans keep going wrong,
     Events combine to thwart my will,
But fighting keeps my spirit strong,
     And I am undefeated still!

by S. E. Kiser

Samuel Ellsworth Kiser, also known as S. E. Kiser, was born on 2 February 1862 in Shippenville, Pennsylvania, United States of America. He was married to Mildred M. Palmer in Cleveland, Ohio, where he also started his career as a newspaperman. He became a writer, an editor, and a poet. From 1900 to 1914, he was an editorial and special writer for the Chicago “Record-Herald,” the paper in which his regular column “Whimwhams and Sentiment” appeared (‘whimwhams’ meaning ‘oddities’). He made regular written contributions to “Harper’s Magazine” and was the author of the children’s storybook, “The Happy Duck-Lucks” (1911). Much of his writing and poetry was either whimsical or inspirational in nature. He designed and built the world’s first wastebasket basketball hoop. Samuel Ellsworth Kiser passed on at 79 years of age on 30 January 1942 in Cleveland, Ohio, United States of America.

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Have a Good Day

5/5/2021

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Have a Good Day

Tell a joke,
     Or say a prayer.
Take time out
     To take good care.

Draw a bath.
     Light a candle.
There is nothing
     You can’t handle.

Close your eyes.
     Dream a dream.
Change your horses
     In midstream.

Cry a little.
     Laugh a lot.
Hold a hand.
     Hold that thought.

Tell your feelings
     they’re okay.
Let your soul
     Come out and play.

You are you.
     You are free.
Be who only
     You can be!

by Author Unknown

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A Contrast

5/5/2021

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A Contrast

Once, in an old and lonely
     Farm-house by the sea,
I went to rest with only
     Myself for company.

No star the darkness brightened;
     Alow the welkin bowed;
It blew, it rained, it lightened,
     It thundered long and loud.

The tempest drove the billows
     Upon the rocky shore,
And, nestled in my pillows,
     I heard them plunge and roar.

The windows creaked and rattled,
     The chimney puffed and moaned,
The stout old elms, that battled
     Out in the court-yard, groaned.

I dozed while yet I listened;
     And lo! the next I knew,
The golden sunshine glistened,
     And everything was new.

The cock was crowing clearly,
     Cluck-clucked the happy hen,
The robin carolled cheerly,
     And sweetly chirped the wren.

I rose with glad emotion
     And up the window threw;
Before me heaved the ocean
     Its sparkling waters blue.

The skies were soft and tender;
     And lovely to be seen.
Impearled with dewy splendor,
     The land lay fresh and green.

I breathed an air Elysian;
     I thrilled with pure delight;
And nothing but a vision
     Seemed that black yester-night.

by Thomas Durfee

Thomas Durfee was born on 6 February 1826 in Tiverton, Newport County, Rhode Island, United States of America. He became a poet and a chief justice of Rhode Island (1875 - 1891). His published works include “The Village Picnic and Other Poems” (1872). Thomas Durfee passed on at 75 years of age on 6 June 1901 in Providence, Providence County, Rhode Island, United States of America.

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Mistakes

5/4/2021

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MISTAKES - An Acronymic Explanation to Help Keep Mistakes in Perspective

M - Messages that give us feedback about life.
I - Interruptions that should cause us to reflect and think.
S - Signposts that direct us to the right path.
T- Tests that push us toward greater maturity.
A - Awakenings that keep us in the game mentally.
K - Keys that we can use to unlock the window of opportunity.
E - Explorations that let us journey where we’ve never been before.
S - Statements about our development and progress.

by Author Unknown

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Hope

5/2/2021

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Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
     That perches on the soul
And sings the tune without the words
     And never stops - at all

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
     And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
     That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
     And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
     It asked a crumb of me.

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson was born on 10 December 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, United States of America. Though considered one of the great poets, she was shy and reclusive. She never married, seldom left her house, and had few visitors. Only seven of her nearly 1,800 poems were published during her lifetime, all anonymously. Emily Dickinson passed on at 55 years of age on 15 May 1886 in Amherst, Massachusetts, United States of America. The first collection of her verse, titled “Poems,” was published four years later.

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Hope, Faith, and Love

4/19/2021

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Hope, Faith, and Love

There are three lessons I would write,
     Three words as with a golden pen,
In tracings of eternal light
     Upon the hearts of men.

Have Hope! Though clouds environ now,
     And Gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow -
     No night but has its morn.

Have Faith! Where’er thy bark is driven -
     The calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth -
Know this: God rules the hosts of Heaven,
     The inhabitants of Earth.

Have Love! Not love alone for one,
     But men, as man, thy brothers call,
And scatter like the circling Sun,
     Thy charities on all.

Thus grave these words upon thy soul -
     Hope, faith and love - and thou shalt find
Strength when life’s surges maddest roll,
     Light when thou else wert blind.

by Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller (about 1786)

Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, also known simply as Friedrich Schiller, was born on 10 November 1759 in Marbach am Neckar, Duchy of Württemberg, Holy Roman Empire. He became a poet, an essayist, a historian, a dramatist, and a playwright. He is the author of the plays “The Robbers” (1781), “Don Carlos” (1787), the trilogy “Wallenstein” (1796), “William Tell” (1804), and the poem “Ode to Joy” (1785). Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller passed on at 45 years of age on 9 May 1805 in Weimer, Duchy of Saxe-Weimer, Holy Roman Empire.

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Happy Thoughts and Their Power

4/18/2021

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Happy Thoughts and Their Power

The power of thoughts should not be underestimated. In an average day it is estimated that we have around 60,000 thoughts.

It is known that happy people think more happy thoughts than unhappy people.

Happy thoughts connect us with the clarity, confidence, and courage to act . . . to know what to do. To travel down our own path rather than the same trail everyone else follows.

Jealous, angry, or fearful thoughts take us away from our own path . . . our own purpose. They strip us of our power and ability to act effectively.

If we think happy thoughts . . . we create happy perceptions . . . which lead us to happy events. And so we create a blissful circle (where we become ever happier) as opposed to a vicious circle.

If we think fearful thoughts we become afraid and act defensively. This pushes away other people and other possibilities away from us. And so we become lonelier and more afraid.

The route to a happier life is through happy thoughts. Not just because they make you feel better immediately . . . but because happier thoughts give you a stronger and more stable foundation to your life. You are in control rather than being bounced around by life.

Think happy thoughts!

by Author Unknown

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