We all carry around so much pain in our hearts. Love and pain and beauty. They all seem to go together like one little tidy confusing package. It's a messy business, life. It's hard to figure--full of surprises. Some good. Some bad.
We all know that the life in real world is inherently risky. Those who are not willing to take the risks always settle for the ordinary, and the life also rewards them with what they settle for - the ordinary. On the other hand, those who take the risks, and jump off the cliffs, find that they build their wings on the way down. Life rewards these risk-takers and cliff-jumpers with Success that is beyond any measures - the extraordinary. That's why, in my view, the difference between a successful person and a failure is not one having best ideas or better abilities, but the courage one demonstrates by taking a risk to take a risk and win. History remembers these risk-takers and their extraordinary accomplishments, and forgets the squeamish non-achievers. Never be afraid to take the risks, and diving into unknown oceans. After all, pearls don't lie on the seashore, and you must dive for it into deep ocean if you want one. Go on, take a leap into uncertainty, and you'll see your wings opening on your way down. You may see a net appearing too, but you must take that leap first. Never settle for anything less. You won't regret, because only those who take risks win in this world. All the best!
We are a spectacular, splendid manifestation of life. We have language. . . . We have affection We have genes for usefulness, and usefulness is about as close to a 'common goal' of nature as I can guess at. And finally, and perhaps best of all, we have music.
We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists. And however futile each individual act of courage or generosity, self-sacrifice or grace-it still proves the thing exists. Each act adds to the fund. It needs replenishment. Not only because evil flourishes, and is, most indefensibly, defended. But because goodness is no longer a respectable aim in life. The hound of hell, envy, has driven it from the house.
We are like vessels tossed on the bosom of the deep; our passions are the winds that sweep us impetuously forward; each pleasure is a rock; the whole life is a wide ocean. Reason is the pilot to guide us, but often allows itself to be led astray by the storms of pride.
We are the men of intrinsic value, who can strike our fortunes out of ourselves, whose worth is independent of accidents in life, or revolutions in government we have heads to get money, and hearts to spend it.