Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘alone’

20170317

In aphorism, proverb on 20170317 at 23:55

If you’re not lifting someone up, you’re holding someone down. 
The easiest way to lose power is to hold onto it. If you want ultimate power, give it to others, empower others. In so doing, not only will you multiply the efforts of you alone, but what effort you do make shall never be forgotten. 

20120501

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20120501 at 23:39

If there exist the privileged and the underdogs, then also exist the underprivileged and the dogs.

《the real fight》

It is not enough that the underdog fights for the underdog.

Who is not afflicted, who is not oppressed, who is not persecuted -is tasked to support the underdog by assisting their fight for equality by opposing inequality.

For whosoever does not apply their ability, in essence, so gives up their ability. Whosoever has a right, but does nothing to extend and fight for all to have this right, so upholds a wrong.

The privileged condone by overlooking, condemn by standing by. The war of injustice is fueled by disregard, and the fight against injustice begins only when the privileged stand up for -and fight with- the underdog.

So, do not fight for your cause alone. Do not voice only that which concerns you. Do fight the wars that persist, large and small, for one and for all.

Because we are all the privileged, if not in one way, than in another. And we are all the underdog, if not today, then someday.

20110703

In aphorism, proverb on 20110704 at 10:20

The fool prematurely kills off the sickly plant that simply needed pruning, watering, and nurturing.

The fool sooner pulls a seedling than waters it, fearing it a weed and too impatient to find it a rose.

Prune the rose bush back to the ground, and watch her grow back stronger and more beautiful yet.

To avenge is to have mercy on; to ignore is to torture.

A mountain without a valley is but an elevated plain.

A mountain is born of its valley.

Remove choice from others and bear responsibility alone.

A single grain of sand weathers the beating of the entire ocean.

20101227

In tale on 20101227 at 15:33

《Flawed in the Eye of a Bumptious Camel》

In a land where the sun shone without reprieve, there once was a Camel so proud, that he would spit at the sight of another animal. For in his eyes, the others -they were all flawed.

A Little Bird, ever observant, came to rest on the head of the Camel. “Who are you spitting at today, dear Camel?”

The bumptious Camel responded with a huff, “Ha! Who does that Elephant think she is?” With a spit in the Elephant’s direction, he continued. “What a silly nose, it nearly hangs on the ground!”

The Little Bird smirked with wisdom unknown to the Camel, and responded, “Dear Camel, that long silly nose of the Elephant is quite a useful tool, don’t you see? She gathers water like a hose. And when no water there is, like a trumpet, she bellows!”

The bumptious Camel hesitated in concession but for a moment, turning next to the Lion. “Look at that scruff! Can’t a Lion tame his own mane?” And the Camel spit.

The Little Bird with a smirk, followed, “Dear Camel, that mangy mane not only makes it look kingly above all the other animals, but can you fancy it with a bob cut?”

The bumptious Camel could not disagree and chuckled at the thought of a better-groomed Lion.

But he quickly straightened his face and forced another spit, saying, “But what about the Giraffe? Such a long, gangling neck –what is a head doing so far from its feet?”

The Little Bird explained, “Dear Camel, when the rains visit no more, and food is scarce –only the Giraffe can reach those yet green leaves, so high up in the sky.”

Once more, the Camel scrambled to save the last of his all-knowing pride, and said, “The Rhino –what can be said of that sore-looking horn, smack in the middle of its mug!”

But the Little Bird was no shorter of words than she was of wisdom. “Dear Camel, that unsightly adornment of a horn might be nothing to look at, but it serves her well when intruders threaten with presence.”

Conceding at last, the Camel asked the Little Bird, “And what about you? What is your forte that feigns a flaw?”

The Little Bird asked, “Who me?” and with tilted head, paused in thought before responding, “Why… these scrawny legs of mine, I suppose. They aren’t much to look at, either -are they!”

The Camel timorously chuckled in agreement.

“But, when I fly…” the Little Bird expounded, “… ’tis as if I fly without the weight of any legs, -free to soar where’er the wind dares me!”

And with these words, the Little Bird set out for a spin, spreading her wings and tucking those scrawny legs right out of sight. This talent pleased the Camel, causing him to look down at his own not-so-scrawny legs.

But before the Camel could sputter a word, the Little Bird interjected, “Oh Camel, your legs are just fine, strong as the quadruped that you are! Your forte feigning flaw is not your knock knees, but only what you yourself cannot see.”

The Little Bird landed once again on the Camel’s forehead, this time facing backwards, her own tail dangling just in view of the Camel’s eyes.

At this, the Camel was instantly flummoxed, but equally intrigued.

With eyebrows now disheveled, he goaded the Little Bird, “Alright, Legs. Enough with empty accusations; Enlighten me, if you think you may!”

The Little Bird peered backwards over the Camel and said, “Have you ever wondered why you cannot roll around and scratch your back on the grasses of these barren plains, like the other quadrupeds?”

The Camel was dumbstruck, for the Little Bird had spoken the truth –though he had never paused to reason why.

“Look at this back of yours, Camel. It’s got a big bump on it, like you’ve been stuffed with a pillow!” The Little Bird bounced up and down on the noticeable bump.

The Camel spit in denial, then dropped his jaw with waning disbelief. He craned his neck to the side in search, as he realized that he’d never ever even seen this so-called bump. And he found his neck to be just long enough to catch a glimpse of what was indeed a most un-smooth bump. The Camel’s eyebrows settled into a heap of newfound shame.

The Little Bird flew up to this bump and said, “Dear Camel –this bump of a hump of yours, this flaw –is your forte.”

The Camel perked up a bit with hope enough to relieve his mounting shame. “Do enlighten me, Little Bird!”

“This hump of yours explains why you alone can brave the desert sands, without hint of oasis, for days on end. This bulky bump of a hump is but a reservoir, with water enough to endure time itself in light of the blazing sun!”

And this time, the Camel smiled a –no longer bumptious– smile and said, “Hey, Legs- so wise are you! Now, I see… the only flaw of mine, was in the sight of my eyes!”

20101204

In aphorism, bon mot on 20101204 at 23:15

What is decided by money alone is not a decision, but an excuse.

Security lays a poor foundation for love.

When top-secret proclaims security, truth heralds treason.

20101127

In aphorism, proverb, quote, rumination on 20101127 at 15:54

Men of fear unite; men of courage disband.

One dog smells a fellow dog.

A fool sacrifices tomorrow -a day he does not have, for today -a day he will never have again.

Freedom is like oxygen –most appreciated in its absence.

Development is incremental change in the direction of progress.

Ore must be smelted before metal is poured.

A dirty diner let’s another do his dishes.

Ideas alone cannot realize inspiration; only ideas coupled with action give birth to inspiration.

《On Fear》
It is said that fear can be smelled; I say that fear stinks.

20100315

In aphorism, proverb on 20100315 at 21:32

A grape grows not alone.

20100125

In aphorism, proverb on 20100125 at 13:27

Only when one is allowed to succeed after failing does a society free itself to succeed.

Without encouragement, one fails not alone; with support, one’s success is a shared by all.

20090901

In aphorism, proverb on 20090901 at 04:16

Niceness alone is not enough, but to gain the world and have not niceness, is to gain the rest in vain.

20090414

In aphorism, proverb on 20090414 at 09:52

Living on fear or hope alone is not to live by intuition.