Is there anything more beautiful
in life?
The question is asked "Is
there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and a girl clasping clean
hands, and pure hearts, in the path of marriage? Can there be anything more
beautiful then young love?"
And the answer is given.
"Yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man
and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are
gnarled, but still clasped; their faces are seamed, but still radiant; their hearts
are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion for one
another. Yes, there is a more beautiful thing than young love. Old love."
Grow old with me!
The best is yet to be,
the last of life for which the first
was made.
-
Robert
Browning
I would rather have had …
I
would rather have had
One
breath of her hair,
One
kiss from her mouth,
One
touch of her hand,
Than
eternity without it. One!
-
'City of Angels'
What's life about? …
Life
isn't about keeping score.
It's
not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are
dating, or haven't dated at all.
It
isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes
you.
It's
not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live
or go to school.
In
fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or
not.
Life
isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not
about how accepted or unaccepted you are.
Life
just isn't about that.
But
life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's
about how you feel about yourself.
It's
about trust, happiness, and compassion.
It's
about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love.
Life
is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence.
It's
about what you say and what you mean.
It's
about seeing people for who they are and not what they have.
Most
of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way
that could never have been achieved otherwise.
These
choices are what life's about."
(from
a Nike ad)
Think about it …
Things to ponder …
11 Things In Life
I went to a party, Mom …
I
went to a party, Mom
and
remembered what you said.
You
told me not to drink, Mom
so
I had a sprite instead.
I
felt proud of myself, Mom
the
way you said I would,
that
I didn't drink and drive, Mom
though
some friends said I should.
I
made a healthy choice, Mom
and
your advice to me was right
as
the party finally ended, Mom
and
the kids drove out of sight.
I
got into my car, Mom
sure
to get home in one piece,
I
never knew what was coming, Mom
something
I expected least.
Now
I'm lying on the pavement, Mom
And
I hear the policeman say,
"The
kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"
Mom,
His voice seems far away.
My
own blood's all around me, Mom
as
I try hard not to cry.
I
can hear the paramedic say, Mom
"This
girl is going to die."
I'm
sure the guy had no idea, Mom
while
he was flying high,
because
he chose to drink and drive, Mom
now
I would have to die.
So
why do people do it, Mom
Knowing
that it ruins lives?
And
now the pain is cutting me, Mom
like
a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell
sister not to be afraid, Mom
tell
daddy to be brave,
and
when I go to heaven, Mom
put
"Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone
should have taught him, Mom
that
its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe
if his parents had, Mom
I'd
still be alive.
My
breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm
getting really scared.
These
are my final moments, Mom
and
I'm so unprepared.
I
wish that you could hold me Mom,
as
I lie here and die.
I
wish that I could say I love you, Mom
So
I love you and good-bye.
Together Once Again …
Red
roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And
every year her husband had sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The
year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The
card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each
year he'd sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I
love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My
love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She
knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She
thought, "He'd ordered roses in advance before this day."
Her
husband could not have known, that he would pass away.
He
always liked to do things early; way before the time.
Then,
if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She
trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then,
sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
And
then she sat for hours, in her husband's favorite chair;
While
staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A
year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With
loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then,
the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The
doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She
brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then,
went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The
owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why
would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I
know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The
owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The
flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."
"Your
husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There
is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And
he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There
also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He
wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."
"Then,
should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's
the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."
She
thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her
fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside
the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then,
as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello
my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I
hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I
know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For
if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The
love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I
loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You
were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I
know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I
want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That
is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When
you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That
we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I
have always loved you and I know I always will.
But,
my love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...
try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I
know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The
roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When
your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He
will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But
after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To
take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And
place the roses where we are, together once again."
He wishes for the cloths of heaven …
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
(W B Yeats)
I
simply love this verse...I cannot think of any other lines that better express
my deepest thoughts about the question one so often searches for the
answers
to: 'what is love?'
I
first came across these lines in a book called "The Charmed Circle",
when I was all of 14 years old... To my young and (as yet) unimpressioned mind,
it
spoke of a love so deep, so earnest and so 'giving' that it stayed with me
through the years in the quiet recesses of my mind, echoing gentle
reminders
in soft undertones... "Tread softly because you tread on my
dreams"...
The
years may have flown by since then and my impressions of love washed in the
many colours of experience... but the spirit of this verse remains.
Tina
(excerpted
from The Wondering Minstrels)
The Road Less Travelled …
Two
roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And
sorry I could not travel both
And
be one traveler, long I stood
And
looked down one as far as I could
To
where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then
took the other, as just as fair,
And
having perhaps the better claim,
Because
it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though
as for that the passing there
Had
worn them really about the same,
And
both that morning equally lay
In
leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh,
I kept the first for another day!
Yet
knowing how way leads on to way,
I
doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall
be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere
ages and ages hence:
Two
roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I
took the one less traveled by,
And
that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
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