We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
— Thornton Wilder —
post # 206 – Experiences
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience but spiritual beings having a human one.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
post # 205 – Focus/Vision
I have long-term vision and short-term focus.
post # 204 – Soul
” When you realize you are your soul and not only this body that it has been given the world gets realigned with a new reality that is unshakeable and provides one with an unending source of energy.”
Post # 203 – Minimalism
Minimalism is about intentionality, not about deprivation.
Post # 202 – The Present
Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mastery and today is a gift!
That’s why it is called the present.
— Master ŏgway —
post # 201 – Discipline
Discipline = Freedom
— Jocko Willink —
post # 200 – Complacency
” You didn’t come this far to only come this far.”
– Mick Kremling –
post # 199 – O’ Me! O’ Life!
O Me! O Life!
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
— Walt Whitman —
post # 198 – A Full Life
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to “glorify God and enjoy him forever.”
— H.D. Thoreau —