When waking in the morning, remember that whether your first thought is “What’s for breakfast?” or “I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” it’s the same thing. -Pooh
It’s always nice to hear about a party- Knowing that they’ll be sending you down the odd-bits which got trodden on. -Eeyore
Why must I be hurt? Suffering and despair, Cowardice and cruelty, Envy and injustice, All of these hurt. Grief and terror, Loneliness and betrayal And the agony of loss or death-
All these things hurt. Why? Why must life hurt? Why must those who love generously, Live honorably, feel deeply All that is good-and beautiful Be so hurt, While selfish creatures Go unscathed? That is why- Because they can feel. Hurt is the price to pay for feeling. Pain is not an accident, Nor punishment, nor mockery By some savage God. Pain is part of growth. The more we grow The more we feel- The more we feel-the more we suffer, For if we are able to feel beauty, We must also feel the lack of it- Those who glimpse heaven Are bound to sight hell. To have felt deeply is worth Anything it cost. To have felt Love and Honor, Courage and Ecstasy Is worth–any price. And so-since hurt is the price Of Larger living, I will not Hate pain, nor try to escape it. Instead I will try to meet it Bravely, bear it proudly: Not as a cross, or a misfortune, but an Opportunity, a privilege, a challenge - to the God that gropes within me.
Is It Enough?
As the evening falls like a curtain on a long awaited show I hold my daughter just one last time this season in the warm bath ot the Christmas tree lights.
And I wonder...
Did the Yuletide parties and gatherings fill her with a sense of family? Did the Christmas rituals unite her in a shared commonality with her fellowman? Did the Music of Christmas heal her of a cynical world and inspire her with hopes of something greater? Did the gifts she shared teach her that the greatest gifts are received in the giving? Did the once wrapped presents of Christmas remind her of a greater gift given many Christmases ago?
And I wonder...
Is there enough awe in my child, enough magic left, to save a world?
For within my heart I lament a great truth. That the only promise of childhood is that it will end. And I wonder what I have givern her to take it's place.
And is it enough? -Richard Paul Evans
The best thing to give your enemy is forgiveness; To an opponent, tolerance; To a friend, your heart; To your child, a good example; To a father, deference; To your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; To yourself, respect; To all men, charity.