Yesterday's feelings are lost in time
Tomorrow's feelings would be nothing
In time, all this would be no more
A place for me to speak-out. A chance for my soul to seek...
' Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue, the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet;
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams '
- William Butler Yeats
EASY | DIFFICULT |
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others | Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes |
Easy is to talk without thinking | Difficult is to refrain the tongue |
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us. | Difficult is to heal the wound... |
Easy is to forgive others | Difficult is to ask for forgiveness |
Easy is to set rules. | Difficult is to follow them... |
Easy is to dream every night. | Difficult is to fight for a dream... |
Easy is to show victory. | Difficult is to assume defeat with dignity... |
Easy is to admire a full moon. | Difficult to see the other side... |
Easy is to stumble with a stone. | Difficult is to get up... |
Easy is to enjoy life every day. | Difficult to give its real value... |
Easy is to promise something to someone. | Difficult is to fulfill that promise... |
Easy is to say we love. | Difficult is to show it every day... |
Easy is to criticize others. | Difficult is to improve oneself... |
Easy is to make mistakes. | Difficult is to learn from them... |
Easy is to weep for a lost love. | Difficult is to take care of it so not to lose it. |
Easy is to think about improving. | Difficult is to stop thinking it and put it into action... |
Easy is to think bad of others | Difficult is to give them the benefit of the doubt... |
Easy is to receive | Difficult is to give |
Easy to read this | Difficult to follow |
Easy is keep the friendship with words | Difficult is to keep it with meanings |
Two guys were hiking through the jungle when they spotted a tiger that looked both hungry and fast. One of the guys reached into his pack and pulled out a pair of Nike.
His friend looked at him "Do you really think those shoes are going to make you run faster than that tiger?"
I don't have to run faster than that tiger, his friend replied. "I just have to run faster than you".
Welcome to the corporate world!!
Why do we dream? Why is it that we ( and by we, of course, I mean I) clamber upon these perches and look carefully into the distance separating the reality from the magically unattainable and then proceed to nurture them?
Why the need to ask for more than is possible? Why do we dare to see what we may not voice, for fear of being ridiculed, for shame at such wild fantasies or for silence in return for luck.
Why do we dream? Why do we look beyond the boundaries upto which we push ourselves and then no more. Why do we ask for that which we do not see? Is it the hope that sustains us or the promise of fulfillment?
Do we dream for a better state of affairs or do we dream of actual fulfillment?
And why do we dream?
And why do I dream? If, as stated above, in the mornings, I can never recall what the fuss was all about. And if, every morning, reality beckons.