The moment you decide that you deserve better is the moment that you know better—and already in this moment, you are better off.
The fool wears chains to the tune of gold—grounded in insecurity, weighted by vanity, and convinced they are better off decorated than liberated.
As if the limits of mortality were not damning enough, the fool boasts of his own.
If a fool looks for dirt in the cleanest of waters, he is sure to succeed—if only in finding his reflection.
The fool dismisses a dozen opportunities before asking for a second chance.
Regret is the currency of the fool and the agency of the wise.
Waking up is hard to do, but it’s the only way to welcome in a new day.
What is the difference between mail and email? a LETTER
The best of opportunities are not without the greatest of compromises.
The peaceful heart can find stillness amidst the chaos, can be at ease in the face of difficulty, is a home unto itself wherever it goes.
Balance cannot be found at the extremes, but is always found by returning to the core, by finding the center. Where balance can be found with outstretched limb, stronger still the core must remain.
One feels the need to look over one’s shoulder the rest of one’s life, if only a guilty conscience to find in follow.
Only conscience serves justice true.
When progress seems to abscond,
when digression seems to supersede,
it might just seem, it might just be –
that progress has but skipped and leaped, indeed.
What force does pillage now, patience is gifted soon.
A step forward is one more than infinite retreats, absent.
Headway exists where setbacks are stalled.
What gives pique the impression of digression, or even regression, patience may find progression.
Have patience when the going gets tough, with wisdom to know that you are just getting going.
A plea for unnecessary help is a terrible waste of potential.
With pride is a toil spoiled.
A fish out of water is the first to evolve.
I’d rather that you are loyal to the truth, than to me. For I will change, and you may not change with me. But if I am loyal to the truth, and also are you loyal, then always will I find your loyalty near.
A half truth is a whole falsity.
There is a war between the ego and the superego that started before time itself.
If you cannot do it right, is doing it wrong better than delaying doing it or simply not doing it?
Only in the midst of hardship, does our true character.
The fool fail to see the light -lo, they are blind even to the darkness that envelops them.
Light is born in the darkness, though it is not of the darkness.
One minute, the fool in darkness; the next minute, the wise enlightened.
The fool are not below wisdom, the wise are not above foolery.
The joy in knowing that you were wrong is learning what is right.
The wise rejoice in their mistakes, for they have found what is right.
The fool repeats in their mistakes, for they do not seek what is right.
It takes not execution of perfection, but sincere apology to right a wrong.
Though the Sun has set, / Fear not the Night – / That Sun is but / A Lilliputian Star; / Open your eyes to / The Universe in sight.
Sometimes truth is found in silence. Sometimes truth breaks the silence.
《Sink or Swim》
This is the story of how a child, a boat, a voice, and a choice found each other:
On some days, the sun shines and the wind blows.
It is on these days that boats float and children dream.
On the breath of the wind, billowing white clouds moved with silent excitement across blue skies and gazed deeply over still blue waters.
Far down below, a Child found a boat, and soon found herself afloat in the boat. But for shame, as the child would soon also find herself in a boat with a leak.
The stillness of the water slowly, but surely, greeted the shell with its silent entrance.
And so the Child did what only the Child could do, and that was to lift the water out again to the expanse of the blue.
Stymied, the Child thought, “I just wanted to go for a sail, but instead, I find myself with water to bail.”
A Voice said to the child, “It seems that would make you a plumber, not a sailor.”
The truth in these words so captivated the Child’s mind that the Child didn’t stop to question from where the voice came, but continued moving the water.
With a sigh, the Child replied, “‘Tis true -but I haven’t a choice, have I? I can only hope to stay afloat. How can I even dream of sailing this boat?”
“Oh, but you do and you can!” said the Voice. “You do have the choice to go overboard or to give up your dream. But, either way, you must abandon the naiveté with which you first boarded this boat.”
In silence, the child continued to empty the water from the proa back into the blue.
“Shall you jump ship and learn to swim? Or shall you give up your dream?”
The Voice waited.
The rhythmic sound of water leaving the boat ceased.
The Child peered into the water, leaning over the edge of the boat. And for the first time, the Child caught sight of her own face in the undulating mirror.
But in doing so, the Child had rocked the boat, to the point that more water threatened to claim its whole. And without thinking, the Child quickly returned to the center of the boat, seeking balance and stability.
The rocking slowed, and the Child at last spoke. “I must lead with my brain, but I must also follow my heart.”
Splash! The boat rocked once more.
And the silence that ensued was followed only by a ripple so large that spread so far, that its waves reached well beyond the limits of her shore.
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.
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