The prayer - and the word "one" - were integral to the Reb's beliefs. One, as in the singular god. One, as in the God's creation, Adam.
"Ask yourself, 'Why did the God create but one man?'" the Reb said, wagging a finger. "Why, if he meant for there to be faiths bickering with each other, didn't he create that from the start? He created trees, right? Not one tree, countless trees. Why not the same with man?"
"Because we are all from that one man - and all from that one God. That's the message."
Then, why, I asked, is the world so fractured?
"Well, you can look at it this way. Would you want the world to look all alike? No. The genius of life is its variety."
"Even in our own faith, we have questions and answers, interpretations, debates. In Christianity, in Catholicism, in other faiths, the same thing - debates, interpretations. That is the beauty. It's like being a musician. If you found the note, and you kept hitting that note all the time, you will go nuts. It's the blending of the different notes that makes the music."
The music of what?
"Of believing in something bigger than yourself."
But what if someone from another faith won't recognize yours? Or wants you dead for it?
"That is not faith. That is hate." He sighed. "And if you ask me, God sits up there and cry when that happens."
Oct 22, 2010
Sep 26, 2010
The Art of Achievement - Wilfred A. Peterson
You hold in your hand the camel's hair brush of a painter of Life. You stand before the vast white canvas of Time. The paints are your thoughts, emotions and acts.
You select the colors of your thoughts; drab or bright, weak or strong, good or bad.
You select the colors of your emotions; discordant or harmonious, harsh or quiet, weak or strong.
You select the colors of your acts: cold or warm, fearful or daring, small or big.
Through the power of your creative imagination you catch a vision...
you dream a dream.
You visualize yourself as the person you want to be.
You see yourself as a triumphant personality striding toward far horizons of constructive accomplishment.
You see yourself as a master servant of the race, ministering to human needs, radiating happiness.
You see yourself as a builder, making a creative contribution to the evolution of modern civilization.
You strive to make the ideal in your mind become a reality on the canvas of Time.
You select and mix the positive colors of heart, mind and spirit into the qualities of effective living: patience, determination, endurance, self- discipline, work, love and faith.
Each moment of your life is a brush stroke in the painting of your growing career.
There are the bold, sweeping strokes of one increasing, dynamic purpose.
There are the lights and shadows that make your life deep and strong.
There are the little touches that add the stamp of character and worth.
The art of achievement is the art of making life - your life - a masterpiece.
You select the colors of your thoughts; drab or bright, weak or strong, good or bad.
You select the colors of your emotions; discordant or harmonious, harsh or quiet, weak or strong.
You select the colors of your acts: cold or warm, fearful or daring, small or big.
Through the power of your creative imagination you catch a vision...
you dream a dream.
You visualize yourself as the person you want to be.
You see yourself as a triumphant personality striding toward far horizons of constructive accomplishment.
You see yourself as a master servant of the race, ministering to human needs, radiating happiness.
You see yourself as a builder, making a creative contribution to the evolution of modern civilization.
You strive to make the ideal in your mind become a reality on the canvas of Time.
You select and mix the positive colors of heart, mind and spirit into the qualities of effective living: patience, determination, endurance, self- discipline, work, love and faith.
Each moment of your life is a brush stroke in the painting of your growing career.
There are the bold, sweeping strokes of one increasing, dynamic purpose.
There are the lights and shadows that make your life deep and strong.
There are the little touches that add the stamp of character and worth.
The art of achievement is the art of making life - your life - a masterpiece.
Aug 6, 2010
Words. Heavy, aren't they?
I know, I’m usually a lagger when it comes to blogging. I only blog when I’m “in the mood”. So, surprise, surprise, I’m blogging without an almost 5-month lag-phase between my posts this time.
X). Main reason being that I’m stuck in the airport waiting for my flight that’s 3 hours from now, with nothing to do. Thus, this blog post.
Anyways, newsflash on my recent mood.
I was seriously PISSED yesterday.
Not as in I-want-to-hijack-a-plane-and-crash-into-Najib’s-house kinda pissed. Nope, I’m way past that phase. I wanted to do that when I didn’t get JPA on the 1st batch.
It’s the kinda pissed where…
I-WANNA-TUG-THE-RUMOUR-MONGER-BY-THE-COLLAR-AND-GIVE-HER-A-GOOD-SHAKE-AND-SQUISH-HER-FACE-INTO-PULP-AND-THEN-GIVE-HER-A-GOOD-KICK-IN-THE-ASS-AND-WASH-HER-MOUTH-WITH-DETERGENT
If there’s anything left of her mouth after I’m done with her face, that is.
I know, I’m not a violent person. Nada, not at all. Nope.
Peace.
Pardon my french, but dammit, I really really… I repeat, REALLY hate it when people spread rumours about you when they know absolutely NOTHING about the truth. And I don’t know the person who spread the rumour. So if I don’t know her, it means that she does not know me in person too, right? Which brings me to my next point, that she knows NOTHING about my personality, right?
Then who is she to judge, huh?
Chasing after that guy, moi?
What’s this? 10th century, China? When a girl can’t even be within 10 feet radius of a guy? Or will I be decapitated for talking to a guy friend?
Where are you from, dahling? Mars?
FYI, KTT is so damn tiny that you can’t even spend a day without meeting the same people again and again, especially when you’re in the same circle of friends.
GAH.
Fed up?
I am.
Well, learn to think before you say anything. Maybe it’s just some light-hearted matter to you, but people may get hurt as the consequence of your words. You’ll never know, but sometimes just a simple sentence may destroy someone’s reputation, or friendship between people. And what’s it to you? You don’t benefit from it, at the end of the day, but you may wreck someone’s life, literally.
“sometimes we do forget to behave, and we regret what we say, cause words are weapons if we don’t choose them carefully”
True, eh?
Why can’t we just try to be nice? The world can be so beautiful for everybody without all these malice, ya know?
It hurts, being spoken as if I’m some cheap slut.
Try walking a mile in the person’s shoes before speaking next time.
And no offense to anyone, I’m simply amused by the irony. The fact that the person chose to sin after a session of God worship.
An advice, my friend. Religion is about life, it’s in how you conduct yourself.
Ps/ maybe I should heed my own advice, eh? I don’t feel quite forgiving right now. =S XD
Fishtail yu
X). Main reason being that I’m stuck in the airport waiting for my flight that’s 3 hours from now, with nothing to do. Thus, this blog post.
Anyways, newsflash on my recent mood.
I was seriously PISSED yesterday.
Not as in I-want-to-hijack-a-plane-and-crash-into-Najib’s-house kinda pissed. Nope, I’m way past that phase. I wanted to do that when I didn’t get JPA on the 1st batch.
It’s the kinda pissed where…
I-WANNA-TUG-THE-RUMOUR-MONGER-BY-THE-COLLAR-AND-GIVE-HER-A-GOOD-SHAKE-AND-SQUISH-HER-FACE-INTO-PULP-AND-THEN-GIVE-HER-A-GOOD-KICK-IN-THE-ASS-AND-WASH-HER-MOUTH-WITH-DETERGENT
If there’s anything left of her mouth after I’m done with her face, that is.
I know, I’m not a violent person. Nada, not at all. Nope.
Peace.
Pardon my french, but dammit, I really really… I repeat, REALLY hate it when people spread rumours about you when they know absolutely NOTHING about the truth. And I don’t know the person who spread the rumour. So if I don’t know her, it means that she does not know me in person too, right? Which brings me to my next point, that she knows NOTHING about my personality, right?
Then who is she to judge, huh?
Chasing after that guy, moi?
What’s this? 10th century, China? When a girl can’t even be within 10 feet radius of a guy? Or will I be decapitated for talking to a guy friend?
Where are you from, dahling? Mars?
FYI, KTT is so damn tiny that you can’t even spend a day without meeting the same people again and again, especially when you’re in the same circle of friends.
GAH.
Fed up?
I am.
Well, learn to think before you say anything. Maybe it’s just some light-hearted matter to you, but people may get hurt as the consequence of your words. You’ll never know, but sometimes just a simple sentence may destroy someone’s reputation, or friendship between people. And what’s it to you? You don’t benefit from it, at the end of the day, but you may wreck someone’s life, literally.
“sometimes we do forget to behave, and we regret what we say, cause words are weapons if we don’t choose them carefully”
True, eh?
Why can’t we just try to be nice? The world can be so beautiful for everybody without all these malice, ya know?
It hurts, being spoken as if I’m some cheap slut.
Try walking a mile in the person’s shoes before speaking next time.
And no offense to anyone, I’m simply amused by the irony. The fact that the person chose to sin after a session of God worship.
An advice, my friend. Religion is about life, it’s in how you conduct yourself.
Ps/ maybe I should heed my own advice, eh? I don’t feel quite forgiving right now. =S XD
Fishtail yu
Jul 24, 2010
Please, I would rather have it warm (=
“I only hang out with cool friends”
I heard a girl saying this when we were doing our self-intro during orientation week, and this phrase has gotten itself stuck into my mind ever since then.
Cool, huh?
What’s the definition of cool, may I ask? Having a pretty face and a nice body and fab clothes where you can strut about in? Or having the ability to look down your nose at other people who are not cool enough for you and laugh at them? Or, being rich enough?
Talk about shallowness.
Moi? I prefer warm ones.
Friends, I mean.
You know, that kind of friends who always makes you laugh by being an idiot, not caring about putting up appearances or whatever? The one who pulls a stupid face during photo shots instead of flashing that perfect smile, acting as if a piece of hair out of place in her head will kill her? The kind of friend, who gives you a warm glow of happiness as you think about the times you’ve had together, who brings a huge smile to your face when they suddenly send a random sms to you?
Boy, do I miss the time I laughed until my jaws and stomach ached with my friends.
Warm warm friends. X)
Friends who engulf you in a bear hug, friends who stay up late chatting to you when you are all hyped up, friends who will never judge you for who you are, who doesn’t care whether you are “cool”, or not.
Friends, who won’t let you do crazy things…… alone.
Cause you know what? That’s what friends are for! (=
So, forget the ice. I’d rather have a dose of friendship which warms up my day.
Don't you? ;)
I heard a girl saying this when we were doing our self-intro during orientation week, and this phrase has gotten itself stuck into my mind ever since then.
Cool, huh?
What’s the definition of cool, may I ask? Having a pretty face and a nice body and fab clothes where you can strut about in? Or having the ability to look down your nose at other people who are not cool enough for you and laugh at them? Or, being rich enough?
Talk about shallowness.
Moi? I prefer warm ones.
Friends, I mean.
You know, that kind of friends who always makes you laugh by being an idiot, not caring about putting up appearances or whatever? The one who pulls a stupid face during photo shots instead of flashing that perfect smile, acting as if a piece of hair out of place in her head will kill her? The kind of friend, who gives you a warm glow of happiness as you think about the times you’ve had together, who brings a huge smile to your face when they suddenly send a random sms to you?
Boy, do I miss the time I laughed until my jaws and stomach ached with my friends.
Warm warm friends. X)
Friends who engulf you in a bear hug, friends who stay up late chatting to you when you are all hyped up, friends who will never judge you for who you are, who doesn’t care whether you are “cool”, or not.
Friends, who won’t let you do crazy things…… alone.
Cause you know what? That’s what friends are for! (=
So, forget the ice. I’d rather have a dose of friendship which warms up my day.
Don't you? ;)
May 8, 2010
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淡了
那一丝线，终究断了
请注意，我没说终于
我不会说，终于。
不如你所料，我并没有开心
那么，伤心？
泪水，早已洒在那一段的曾经
笑不出，却也哭不来
留下的只有淡淡的，淡淡的
惆怅
我明白，这段日子走来，是我负你更多
一摞摞的抱歉，我想你也听得烦了
不过若你有机会读到我的文字
请听我再说一次，好吗？
对不起，也谢谢你
路，并不是尽了
只是心，早在第一个交叉点分离
再见吗？
不说了
你一向都不说再见
只会悄悄的离去，不是吗？
就算再见，也只是擦肩而过吧？
祝福你
那一丝线，终究断了
请注意，我没说终于
我不会说，终于。
不如你所料，我并没有开心
那么，伤心？
泪水，早已洒在那一段的曾经
笑不出，却也哭不来
留下的只有淡淡的，淡淡的
惆怅
我明白，这段日子走来，是我负你更多
一摞摞的抱歉，我想你也听得烦了
不过若你有机会读到我的文字
请听我再说一次，好吗？
对不起，也谢谢你
路，并不是尽了
只是心，早在第一个交叉点分离
再见吗？
不说了
你一向都不说再见
只会悄悄的离去，不是吗？
就算再见，也只是擦肩而过吧？
祝福你
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