So you can listen, you have to be silent. It is difficult to be silent when it seems to you that you know the answers. But it is really another minute of silence that will help you understand better.
Some years from now and I will be fifty. This did not occur to me, until now. I always felt young.
I will now allow the number, fifty, to make me feel old. We are all too young to be of great service to the world.
I was reading the post Walk the Last Mile. I will reach not sooner than anyone else of my age. But whatever I can give today, I must. Life cannot be measured by age.
I will keep mine evergreen.
Churches are sinner’s sanctuaries. In the Holy Place, we hope we get ourselves cleansed. Sundays are cleansing days. And the other six days are meant to be spent outside the Holy Place.
Imagine how our lives will change if we start thinking of our bodies as sanctuaries too. We become more aware of our actions. We guard ourselves against impure thoughts and evil intentions. We protect our bodies from anything that will destroy it.
We can change the way we think about our sanctuaries.
Let the clock teach you to value your life. Each tick and tock must remind us that we are nearing our end. Make the most of each tick and tock for one day you’ll not hear them again.
… keep your eye on the ball, and with all your might hit it. You’ve been to many curveballs before. You missed some. You hit some. Swing your bat and hit the ball.
There is always something new, something that you’ll not be able to predict, something that you are not prepared. But that’s what life is all about. So, when it happens to you, enjoy its amazingness.
A curveball can be an opportunity to make a homerun. So, swing your bat. Hit the curveball.
I used to go to mountains and beaches — to reflect about my life and my God. Nature serves as my bridge to my soul. I forgot that my body is nature too. And my soul is not somewhere else. My soul is me.
I can find solitude wherever I am — even in a crowd.
Those are the words that I want to remember everyday. Seize the day!
But I do not need a tatoo for that. And I do not have any intention to have any. I respect people who have tattoos. But that’s not for me; just like smoking which is not for me.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tattoo….You?.”