Rivalry. . its such a necessary evil, and yet a beautiful one at that.
Throughout our rough childhood years, when we strive to make an valuable imprint on our future adulthood life, we are constantly thrust in situations where our emotions are exposed to a variety of different settings. From fighting to outsmart the brightest kid in class to trying to cheer mom up the most, rivalry and one-upism is our daily bread. In a way, we fight against ourselves our entire life to not harbor a bitter competitive attitude- but beyond the mask of socially acceptable attitudes, the truth is rivalry sparks the best in each and every one of us. The desire to be not just good- but the best at what we do.
At first, some of us resent such unwelcome reminder that we are not the best at everything, that others in fact make it quite a challenge to outdo them, but later on in life we learn to use the antagonist in the story of our life to our benefit. Sure, we may never be the best in the school, in the house, or in our career. But if we give it our utmost effort, we can continually push the bar and drive our aptitudes and capability forward. So let the external conflict be the fuel of your motivation, to excel individually. Your failure today just may be your triumph tomorrow; if you learn to overcome the obstacle.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The Polishing of Patience
There are few things in life we want to have or accomplish with every fiber in our being. There are very few things, actually, that are worth the exertion of the very fibers of our being. But every once in a while, a figment too wonderful to dismiss becomes of increasing endearment.
What is worth waiting on, or waiting for, in life? Is there anything of such value whatsoever? Perhaps it is rarely considered this way, but the traverse itself of an expected outcome can become either our tree of life, or the rope from which we hang. Why is this so? Sometimes, that which we so dearly desire can only be satisfyingly obtained through time.. And time, rarely on our side, does not heed our impatience nor our beseeching.
So when we are placed, either obligingly or unexpectedly, in the bend between time and desire, what else can we do but seek benefit from our position? Can we quicken the pace of the clock? Obviously, that is a straightforward no. But can we fool our minds to believe it has?
Whether we tumble among life hoping for the next moment to come or the last minute to linger, the flow of the chime continues, non halting, irrevocable, and rarely ever, appreciated to its full potential. In fact, sometimes we may be so intent on tomorrow, that today passes by unnoticed, its resources untapped, the possibilities, unturned.
Indeed, the greatest gift of patience is not only being rewarded in the end, but loving every second you wait.. How can that be? Because every second that passes, you can either choose to improve who you are, or sink into a pit of despair. The world has many paths, many side goals. And these ample stepping stones along the way deliver you to your destination, quite often a better individual than when you began your journey.
As is, time can be our valuable resource- if we want it to be. And once that clock stops ticking; none of us will want to look back, and regret..
What is worth waiting on, or waiting for, in life? Is there anything of such value whatsoever? Perhaps it is rarely considered this way, but the traverse itself of an expected outcome can become either our tree of life, or the rope from which we hang. Why is this so? Sometimes, that which we so dearly desire can only be satisfyingly obtained through time.. And time, rarely on our side, does not heed our impatience nor our beseeching.
So when we are placed, either obligingly or unexpectedly, in the bend between time and desire, what else can we do but seek benefit from our position? Can we quicken the pace of the clock? Obviously, that is a straightforward no. But can we fool our minds to believe it has?
Whether we tumble among life hoping for the next moment to come or the last minute to linger, the flow of the chime continues, non halting, irrevocable, and rarely ever, appreciated to its full potential. In fact, sometimes we may be so intent on tomorrow, that today passes by unnoticed, its resources untapped, the possibilities, unturned.
Indeed, the greatest gift of patience is not only being rewarded in the end, but loving every second you wait.. How can that be? Because every second that passes, you can either choose to improve who you are, or sink into a pit of despair. The world has many paths, many side goals. And these ample stepping stones along the way deliver you to your destination, quite often a better individual than when you began your journey.
As is, time can be our valuable resource- if we want it to be. And once that clock stops ticking; none of us will want to look back, and regret..
On Winter
There's something unparalleled in the silent beauty of winter. The texture of the world seems to undergo an amorphous change, and for a couple months our entire world is transformed anew with a symphony of invigorating acoustics. During winter, the entire paradigm of the world appears to be a unravel itself into a dimension where time ceases to exist.
Like a steady cotton shower, the skies seem to never stop pouring forth a deluge of wonderful intricate flakes. Anxiously one awaits the show like expecting the grand finale at the theater. For hours at a time, precipitated soft tufts of whiteness blanket the earth in a tranquil, constant light that makes us wonder if anything more beautiful is possible, and if it will ever end.
Such alluring breathtaking views grace my eyes but can't be reproduced in words- a scene that cant even be attempted to be described in hollow words. However, a beautiful wonderland unveils itself for all the world to take in as proud as a bride united with her groom.
Soundlessly the flakes fall, and slowly, they gather, and soon, anywhere the eye can gaze, a white sea drowns the earth in simple elegant beauty. To be able sink one's hands in its velvety texture is a treat so rewarding for the senses.
How can one trudge along in life unperturbed and unaware of the staggering wonder of a white winter? Without acknowledging the quiet beauty of a single snowflake? Thankful I am to feel so alive and to emboss an endearing experience as such in my mind.
Like a steady cotton shower, the skies seem to never stop pouring forth a deluge of wonderful intricate flakes. Anxiously one awaits the show like expecting the grand finale at the theater. For hours at a time, precipitated soft tufts of whiteness blanket the earth in a tranquil, constant light that makes us wonder if anything more beautiful is possible, and if it will ever end.
Such alluring breathtaking views grace my eyes but can't be reproduced in words- a scene that cant even be attempted to be described in hollow words. However, a beautiful wonderland unveils itself for all the world to take in as proud as a bride united with her groom.
Soundlessly the flakes fall, and slowly, they gather, and soon, anywhere the eye can gaze, a white sea drowns the earth in simple elegant beauty. To be able sink one's hands in its velvety texture is a treat so rewarding for the senses.
How can one trudge along in life unperturbed and unaware of the staggering wonder of a white winter? Without acknowledging the quiet beauty of a single snowflake? Thankful I am to feel so alive and to emboss an endearing experience as such in my mind.
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