“We are born to be true not to be perfect”
Life is not about learning how to be perfect. It’s about making mistakes and knowing not to repeat them. We go through pain, and we move on from pain. We build up our pride, and then we swallow it. Don’t hold it in, cry until you learn to smile. Hate until you learn to love. Mourn until you learn to forget. And forget until you’re ready to remember. Most Importantly, Live For God’s Glory.
Grateful I Am
How can I forget this good friend of mine,
When happiness and sadness for him does not combine
Full of struggles still think positive,
Seek refuge and he’ll be very protective.
I remember the day when I blame you,
I complained and uttered things against you,
But I was not sure with what I deemed,
I jump to the conclusion, in mistakes I was gleamed.
I cried for I know what I did is wrong,
Seemed like in hell I almost belong,
Still you did not provoke and said it was just okay,
You forgave me easily, so my heart shouted “Hurray!”
I like you a lot because you are very kind,
In your life story is well bind,
Hope you’ll remain the same as you are,
Surely, you’ll reach your dreams even if it’s too far.
The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps
Some things are beyond planning.
And life doesn’t always turn out as planned.
You don’t plan for a broken heart.
You don’t plan for a failed business venture..
You don’t plan for an adulterous husband.
or a wife who wants you out of her life.
You don’t plan for an autistic child.
You don’t plan for spinsterhood.
You don’t plan for a lump in your breast.
You plan to be young forever.
You plan to climb the corporate ladder.
You plan to be rich and powerful.
You plan to be acclaimed and successful.
You plan to conquer the universe.
You plan to fall in love – and be loved forever.
You don’t plan to be sad.
You don’t plan to be hurt.
You don’t plan to be broke.
You don’t plan to be betrayed.
You don’t plan to be alone in this world
You plan to be happy. You don’t plan to be shattered.
Sometimes if you work hard enough, you can get what you want. But MOST times, what you want and what you get are two different things.
We, mortals, plan. But so does God in the heavens.
Sometimes, it is difficult to understand God’s plans especially when His plans are not in consonance with ours.
Often, when God sends us crisis, we turn to Him in anger. True, we cannot choose the cross That God wishes us to carry, but we can carry that cross with courage knowing that God will never abandon us nor send something we cannot cope with.
Sometimes, God breaks our spirit to save our soul.
Sometimes, He breaks our heart to make us whole.
Sometimes, God allows pain so we can be stronger.
Sometimes, God sends us failure so we can be humble.
Sometimes, God allows illness so we can take better care of ourselves. Sometimes, God takes everything away from us so we can learn the value Of everything He gave us.
Make plans, but understand that we live by God’s grace.
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it’s like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
The poem depicts a reflection upon life itself after everything is said and done. The apples in this poem represent the decisions one makes in life, both good and bad, and the poem’s narrator realizes that he has created his own destiny with the choices he had made.
It also describes the personal reflections of an elderly man who lives on an apple orchard. This old man has lived a good life, and now must contemplate its quality and meaning. By performing an honest assessment of his past, the old man is better able to accept his inevitable future.
The first six lines of this poem develop the situation in which the speaker has found himself. He has led a long and successful life and is still on track for going to heaven upon his death. Apples are used as a metaphor for his wealth, not just monetary wealth, but rather everything that he has accumulated during his life. “And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill” implies there are a few more things that he would have liked to have had accomplished in his lifetime. The speaker follows this recognition of his own mortality by adding, “But I am done with apple picking now.” This statement is meant to suggest that his life is slowly coming to an end.
“Winter sleep” is the next image that is presented. The speaker is describing two concepts with this line; the deep hibernation that certain animals will fall into during the winter, as well as his own upcoming death. Traces of this “winter sleep” are supposedly being detected during the night that is depicted in this poem. He thinks about his life’s accomplishments as he is going to sleep.
Further, the scene is set after a long days work when the narrator is tired of apple picking. Since morning he has felt drowsy and dreamy, ever since looking through a sheet of ice that he lifted from the surface of a water trough. As he feels the sleep closing in on him, he wonders whether it is normal sleep or something deeper. All through the poem the reader feels that there is some hidden meaning, when it talks about the great weariness, the reflections of harvest, the coming of winter, and inhuman sleep. Also when it mentions it’s ladders “pointing toward heaven” the reader cannot help but think that death is primarily what the poem is about.
Be very careful if you make a woman cry because God counts her tears. Every tear a woman shed is equivalent to man’s sacrifices in life.. The woman came from a man’s rib, not on his feet to be stepped on, not on his head to be superior but on his side to be equal, under his arms to be protected and near to his heart to be loved.
I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times that you go through build character, making you a much stronger person. ( Quoted by Rita Mero).
=>As I look back on all that’s happened..growing up, growing together, changing you, changing me. There were times when we dreamed together, when we laughed and cried together. As I look back on those days, I realize how much I truly miss you and how much I truly love you. The past may be gone forever..and whatever the future holds, our todays make the memories of tomorrow. So, my lifetime friend, it is with all my heart that I send you my love, hoping that you’ll always carry my smile with you, for all we have meant to each other and for whatever the future may hold. Never regret. If it’s good, it’s wonderful. If it’s bad, it’s experience.
#Have a great day.
#one smile for you.
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination. (Don Williams, Jr.)
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart,
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
The speaker, Blake, sees a “tyger” at night, burning brightly in the forest, and tries to think who could make such a creature. His thoughts wandered on to where that “tyger’s” fiery spirit could have come from and who would have the bravery to handle that fire. Blake then asks how anyone would want to or be able to put together such a beast. Adding on to that, he compares the creator to a smith and asked the “tyger” what types of incredible tools and unfaltering will would be needed. In the next stanza, Blake tries to get an answer to whether god was happy with this magnificently horrifying animal he creates and how the same creator of the lamb of freedom and righteousness would make a “tyger” of power and desire. Which brings the poem back to the question of what god would ‘dare’ forge this “tyger”.