"To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead."
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Showing posts with label attitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label attitude. Show all posts
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Serás Un Truinfador
("Moment of Silence" by emats)
Serás Un Truinfador...
Cuando el egoísmo no limite tu capacidad de amar. Cuando confíes verdaderamente en ti mismo, aunque todos duden de ti y dejes de preocuparte por el qué dirán. Cuando tus acciones sean tan concisas en duración como largas en resultados. Cuando puedas renunciar a la rutina sin que ello altere el metabolismo de tu vida. Cuando sepas distinguir una sonrisa de una burla, y prefieras la eterna lucha que la compra de la falsa victoria. Cuando actúes por convicción y no por adulación. Cuando puedas ser pobre sin perder tu riqueza y rico sin perder tu humildad. Cuando sepas perdonar tan fácilmente como ahora te disculpas. Cuando puedas caminar junto al pobre sin olvidar que es un hombre y junto al rico sin pensar que es un Dios. Cuando sepas enfrentar tus errores tan fácil y positivamente como tus aciertos. Cuando halles satisfacción compartiendo tu riqueza. Cuando sepas obsequiar tu silencio a quien no te pide palabras, y tu ausencia a quien no te aprecia. Cuando ya no debas sufrir para conocer la felicidad y no seas capaz de cambiar tus sentimientos y tus metas por el placer terrenal. Cuando no trates de hallar las respuestas en las cosas que te rodean, sino en Dios y en tu propia persona. Cuando aceptes los errores, cuando no pierdas la calma, entonces y sólo entonces… Serás untriunfador.
(Anónimo)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Keep on moving, keep climbing
The lyrics are beautiful. And I believe they apply to both of us. I need to find the faith in what I am capable of doing. And I need to stop thinking that I won´t be able to do the things I love to make a living.
You...you´re continuously growing, in your career and in your life and in your spirit. Don´t stop climbing. There are amazing things up there for you.
The Climb
Miley Cyrus
I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreamin but
there's a voice inside my head sayin
you'll never reach it
Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shakin but I
I gotta keep on trying
Gotta keep my head held high
[Chorus]
there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
It's always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
ain't about how fast I get there
ain't about whats waitin on the other side
it's the climb
The struggles I'm facin
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down but
No I'm not breakin
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most yeah
Just gotta keep going
And I, I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on
[Chorus]
Cause there always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
It's always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
ain't about how fast I get there
ain't about whats waitin on the other side
it's the climb, yeah
[Chorus]
there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes your gonna have to lose
ain't about how fast I get there
ain't about what waitin on the other side
it's the climb yeah yeah
Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith baby
it's all about, it's all about
The climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
about attitude...
The Window
source: womenandhope.com
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair.
As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - and that thought now controlled his life.
Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.
The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
Author Unknown
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair.
As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - and that thought now controlled his life.
Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.
The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
Author Unknown
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