Saturday, May 14, 2011

Oh how Inspiring!

So am really an avid reader, blog reader, poem reader, stories, stories and more stories!
I think it's an awesome means to peak at someone else's life and learned from it, enjoy and savor it. I feel really good whenever I get a chance to be inspired by other peoples brilliant mind and works. Here's few of a very inspiring stories I found out from Paolo Coelho's blog who is by far a very good writer:) You can check his blogsite here: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/

How Poor We Are



One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad”.

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yes”, said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
“We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end.
“We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.

“Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.

“We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless. Then his son added:
“Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are.”




DREAMS




As a child, we all have dreams, aspirations, unimaginable feats we’re unrealistically trying to achieve.
Why is it that when we’re young, we’re so imaginative and willing to believe?
Is it because we are still so innocent?
What happens between childhood and adulthood that makes us all forget who we really are?

Maybe it’s this ideology that we’ve all taken up as a coping mechanism.
Don’t expect much and you won’t be disappointed. Maybe it’s the realities of life that makes us push aside what we really want just to get by.

That’s the process that I find most unfortunate of all processes in life. There’s this ever encompassing idea that dreams can be too big for one individual to handle.
We’d rather give up and settle than run that extra mile.
We’re distracted by things we think we need and when we are unable to grasp it, our world goes awry.

Everything is wrong, but nothing is really wrong.
The difference between childhood and adulthood is the ability to put your dreams into actions.
The child inside you believes..while the adult inside you acts.

If it’s just one life that we have now..it’s everything in between that makes it a great ending.




MISTAKES




The German philosopher F. Nietzsche once said:
“it is no use living arguing about everything; it is part of human nature to make a mistake now and again.”

And the writer James Joyce shares the same opinion
“A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.”

Yet we all know people who absolutely insist that they are right even down to the smallest details.
We ourselves are often included in this category: we don’t allow ourselves to make mistakes.

All that we achieve with such an attitude is the fear of moving forward – because certain steps call for new decisions whose results are unknown to us.
The fear of making a mistake is the door that locks us up in the castle of mediocrity: if we manage to overcome this fear, we are taking an important step towards our freedom.




Character of the week: Spring




Never cut a tree down in the wintertime.
Never make a negative decision in the low time.
Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods.
Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
Robert H. Schuller



No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Hal Borland



Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
Sitting Bull



Spring is God’s way of saying, ‘One more time!’
Robert Orben



They say it’s better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
Conor Oberst



If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.
Honore de Balzac



It is not a small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.
Matthew Arnold



Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy.
Bertrand Russell



The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
Harriet Ann Jacobs



The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
Bern Williams

Sunday, May 8, 2011

If you forget me


Inspired by a particular blog i just read. I really love pablo neruda and this blogger transalated his poem into our national language which is in Filipino (Tagalog? which is which huh!). So enjoy IF YOU FORGET ME both in english and filipino. I never realized how rich our language is. Am amazed at how nice it sounds:)

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


Tagalog version drafted from this blog: http://www.junlisondra.com/2007/07/


Kung Kalilimutan mo Ako
Nais kong malaman mo
ang isang bagay.
Alam mo kung ano ito:
kung aking tanawin
ang kristal na buwan, ang pulang tangkay
ng taglagas sa aking bintana,
kung salingin
ko ang abo malapit
sa apoy, o ang kumulubot na kawayan,
tinatangay ako ng lahat palapit sa iyo,
na para bang ang lahat,
bango, liwanag, metal,
ay mumunting bangka
na naglalayag
patungo sa iyong mga pulo
na nag-aabang sa akin.
Ngayon, kung unti-unti
at ika’y tumigil sa pagmamahal,
banayad ko ring ititigil
itong pagmamahal.
Kung bigla
at ako’y iyong kalimutan,
huwag na akong hanapin pa,
dahil nilimot na rin kita.
Kung pag-iisipan mo
nang matagal at taimtim,
itong mga simoy na sumasanib
sa aking hininga’t nagpasya
kang iwan ako sa aplaya
ng pagmamahal na sa akin ay umugat,
alalahanin mo,
na sa araw na iyon,
sa sandaling iyon,
itatanghal ko ang aking mga bisig
at ang mga ugat na ito’y mag-aalsa
upang humanap
ng ibang isla.
Ngunit kung sa bawat araw,
sa bawat sandali,
ay maramdaman mong itinadhana ka
para sa akin nang mayroong
di-maitatangging pagsinta,
kung sa bawat araw ay mayroong bulaklak
na aakyat sa iyong labi
upang hanapin ako,
ay! mahal, aking mahal,
sa akin ang lahat ng apoy ay magliliyab,
sa akin walang mawawala o malilimutan,
nabubuhay ang aking pag-ibig
sa iyong pagmamahal, sinta,
at habang ika’y nabubuhay, mamamahay
ito sa iyong mga bisig
nang hindi ako nililisan.