Tag Archive: Moral


Watch this Now! Thank me later …

 

The transcript of this video is as below :

What do you desire? What makes you itch? What sort of a situation would you like?

Let’s suppose, I do this often in vocational guidance of students, they come to me and say, well, we’re getting out of college and we have the faintest idea what we want to do. So I always ask the question, what would you like to do if money were no object? How would you really enjoy spending your life?

Well, it’s so amazing as a result of our kind of educational system, crowds of students say well, we’d like to be painters, we’d like to be poets, we’d like to be writers, but as everybody knows you can’t earn any money that way. Or another person says well, I’d like to live an out-of-doors life and ride horses. I said you want to teach in a riding school? Let’s go through with it. What do you want to do?

When we finally got down to something, which the individual says he really wants to do, I will say to him, you do that and forget the money, because, if you say that getting the money is the most important thing, you will spend your life completely wasting your time. You’ll be doing things you don’t like doing in order to go on living, that is to go on doing things you don’t like doing, which is stupid. Better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing than a long life spent in a miserable way.

And after all, if you do really like what you’re doing, it doesn’t matter what it is, you can eventually turn it – you could eventually become a master of it. It’s the only way to become a master of something, to be really with it. And then you’ll be able to get a good fee for whatever it is. So don’t worry too much. That’s everybody is – somebody is interested in everything, anything you can be interested in, you will find others will. But it’s absolutely stupid to spend your time doing things you don’t like, in order to go on spending things you don’t like, doing things you don’t like and to teach our children to follow in the same track.

See what we are doing, is we’re bringing up children and educating to live the same sort of lives we are living. In order that they may justify themselves and find satisfaction in life by bringing up their children to bring up their children to do the same thing, so it’s all retch, and no vomit it never gets there. And so, therefore, it’s so important to consider this question,

What do I desire?

 

~ “What If Money Was No Object – What Would You Do? – Time To Unslave Humanity”

::  Alan Wilson Watts (6 January 1915 – 16 November 1973)

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Being Human …

The Cranky Old man …

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous‘ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man…..

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!

 

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within … . . .We will all, one day, be there, too!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart ♥ ♥

Need of the hour !!

An anthropologist proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe.

He put a basket full of fruits near a tree and told the kids that who ever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the fruits for himself they said:

UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?”. ‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: “I am because we are

Really, something that the World needs to learn today!

Bye bye, Facebook !!

Although, a bit hard on his part, he should have known “Two wrongs don’t make a Right !!

Philosophy of the Bottle-Jar

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2 inches in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff. “If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

But then a student then took the jar which the other students and the professor agreed was full, and proceeded to pour in a glass of water. Of course the water filled the remaining spaces within the jar making the jar truly full.

The moral of this tale is: No matter how full your life is, there is always room for a cup of tea with your loved ones 😀

Be Kind :)

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an un-truth.
Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Bob Martin. Mrs. Brenn had watched Bob the year before, and had noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Bob could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Brenn would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big ‘F ‘ at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Brenn taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Bob’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Bob’s first grade teacher wrote, ‘Bob is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners… He is a joy to be around..’ His second grade teacher wrote, ‘Bob is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness, and life at home must be a struggle.’ His third grade teacher wrote, ‘His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn’t show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.’ Bob’s fourth grade teacher wrote, ‘Bob is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.’

By now, Mrs. Brenn realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Bob’s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Brenn took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Bob stayed after school that day just long enough to say, ‘Mrs. Brenn , today you smelled just like my Mom used to.’ After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching, reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Brenn paid particular attention to Bob.

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Bob had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Bob became one of her ‘teacher’s pets..’

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Bob, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Bob. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Brenn that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer…. The letter was signed, Bob Martin, MD.
The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Bob said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Brenn might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Brenn did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Bob remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Martin whispered in Mrs. Brenn’s ear:
‘Thank you Mrs. Brenn for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.’
Mrs. Brenn, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, ‘Bob, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.’

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it! ‘Believe in Angels, and then return the favor

Know Your Rights !!