1 Minute Motivation | Read And Relax

It’s okay.

No, really. It’s okay if you’re not feeling 100 percent today. Nobody feels like they can conquer the world all the time. But you know what’s not okay? Wallowing. You have to get back up. You have to try. People depend on you, whether they’re your friends, your family or your old neighbour who always needs help carrying her groceries. (You depend on you, too, by the way.) So how can you get your mojo back and stand face into the wind? Maybe you don’t have time to read all those great inspirational books everybody keeps recommending to you. But you have five minutes to read a poem. Maybe even less than 5 minutes. Here are 3 amazing poems in acsending order of ‘greatness’.

“Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he

That every man in arms should wish to be?

—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought

Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought

Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:

Whose high endeavours are an inward light

That makes the path before him always bright;

Who, with a natural instinct to discern

What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;

Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,

But makes his moral being his prime care;

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,

And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!…” 

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story…” View Full Version

“Did you tackle that trouble that came your way

With a resolute heart and cheerful? 

Or hide your face from the light of day

With a craven soul and fearful? 

Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce, 

Or a trouble is what you make it, 

And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts, 

But only how did you take it?…” View Full Version

*The order of these poems is based on research and polls from over the USA.*

Have a wonderful week!

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Sadness Is A Fairytale | Poem

Once upon a time,

In a faraway land,

Her face had no kind,

His hate had no hand.

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To build up the tension,

In the mountain nearly climed,

Her smile had detention,

His sad had been mimed.

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The dilemmna to be commenced,

In the centre of make,

Her legs were offenced,

His mind was a bake.

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The conclusion was that,

In the large of a palace,

Her arms were a bat,

His kind was of malace.

And they all lived happily ever after,

Isn’t that how it is meant to end?

The Universe Is A Lie | Poem and Reasoning

Dear Creator Being,

How big or how small.

I sometimes wonder if you happened at all.

But that’s beside the point, because really:

Are you brave and strong or fearful and weary?

Dear Creator Being,

How nice or how mean,

I sometimes wonder if you’ve never seen.

But that’s important, because really,

Are you dead from something that is very bleary?

Dear Creator Being,

How weird or how withered,

I sometimes wonder if you have delivered.

But that’s questionable, because really,

Are you scared of the thing that is nearly…

Here, Creator Being?

Are you scared of the end?

Scared of life turning around the bend?

Here Creator Being, where things stand high,

I think that the universe was always a lie.

Dear Creator Being,

At the end of it all,

Are we just an experiment,

And you get payed for the fall?

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My Mind Doesn’t Remember What Life Feels Like

Just sitting in my window, 

Thinking of things,

An idea in my head, 

Comes loose on it’s springs:

A fortune is a philosophy,

A world not giving democracy.

You can’t vote on what you like,

Nor reach your far foot hike.

Because you’ll fall,

That’s all.

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Just sitting on the bus,

Thinking of ways,

An idea in my head,

Loosely sways:

A fortune is a philosophy,

A world not giving democracy.

You can’t vote on what you like,

Nor reach your far foot hike.

Because you’ll fall,

That’s all.

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Just sitting on my bed,

Thinking of talk,

An idea in my head,

Begins to walk:

A fortune is a philosophy,

A world not giving democracy.

You can’t vote on what you like,

Nor reach your far foot hike.

Because you’ll fall,

That’s all.

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Don’t Forget The Second World You’re Living In

Nothing is ever at right timing on this blog! But what is right timing? It leads us very nicely on to my post of today.

According to one of four Great Greek Philosophers, Plato’s theories on reality and mindset begin to look like this:

There are two regions; one region is the world of senses, about which we can only have approximate or incomplete knowledge by using our five (approximate and incomplete) senses. In this sensory world, ‘everything flows’ and nothing is permanent. Nothing in the sensory world is, there are only things that come to be and pass away.

The other region his Philosophy works by is the world of ideas, about which we can have true knowledge by using our reason. The world of ideas cannot be perceived by the senses, but the ideas (or forms) are eternal and immutable.

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According to Plato, man is a dual creature. We have a body that ‘flows’, is inseparably bound to the world of senses, and is subject to the same fate as everything else in the world – a soap-bubble, for example. All out senses are based in the body and are consequently unreliable. But we also have an immortal soul, and this soul is the realm of reason. And not being physical, the soul can survey the world of ideas.

A lot to throw at you just there! Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful weekend –

I’ll talk at you next week.