1. We are the wealthiest of men ever to dream
    And ever to combat a sea or a stream.

    And the harbored ships that fritter away,
    Slowly begin to rot and decay.
    Never has there been a greater waste of a day,
    Than that spent harbored,
    Than those of us who stay.

    - Gael Attal


    tags:  Ships  poetry  inspiration 

  3. Never give all the heart, for love
    Will hardly seem worth thinking of
    To passionate women if it seem
    Certain, and they never dream
    That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
    For everything that’s lovely is
    But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
    O never give the heart outright,
    For they, for all smooth lips can say,
    Have given their hearts up to the play.
    And who could play it well enough
    If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
    He that made this knows all the cost,
    For he gave all his heart and lost.
    — W.B. Yeats

    tags:  Yeats  Poetry  love 

  5. Your thoughts construct patterns like scaffolding in your mind. You are really etching chemical patterns. In most cases, people get stuck in those patterns, just like grooves in a record, and they never get out of them.

    tags:  Steve Jobs  QOTD 

  7. Just about anything worth doing is worth doing better, which means, of course, that (at least at first) there will be failure. That’s not a problem (in the long run), it’s merely a step along the way.

    If you’re not willing to get your ‘worst one ever’ out of the way, how will you possibly do better than that?

    — Seth Godin

    (Source: typepad.com)


    tags:  Seth Godin  QOTD  motivation 

  9. I love the blatantly condescending tone of this #NationalPost article. Apparently overworked and underpaid #20somethings - the most debt ridden generation in history - is drinking. #CauseAndEffect #Millennials

    I love the blatantly condescending tone of this #NationalPost article. Apparently overworked and underpaid #20somethings - the most debt ridden generation in history - is drinking. #CauseAndEffect #Millennials


    tags:  causeandeffect  nationalpost  20somethings  millennials 

  11. What do we leave behind?

    Nothing, but a story
    be a great one.

  13. neither created nor destroyed 

    like the winds still

    the silent sound of these words rings:

    we will live forever


    tags:  haiku 

  15. The Caterpillar Effect

    Questions and answers are like Yin and Yang; both are part of the same construct. Opposites that give each other character. Just like a light that gives us knowledge about our surrounding darkness. 

    Caterpillars to get from one place to another by contracting and expanding to push forward. If you take the motion as an analogue for how ideas give way to better ones, questions are the contractions and answers are the expansions. 

    Questions make the unknown known and answers lead to better questions.

    So a caterpillar goes on about its day. Voraciously feeding itself. Doing what it feels is right. Becoming the cocoon and eventually the butterfly. The butterfly causes a tornado. The tornado uproots a tree.

    Moral of the story: Today you might feel like a little caterpillar. But keep pushing forward. Keep chewing through the bitter leaves. One day you will be flying. Sipping on nectar..

    And one day, you’ll get there.



    tags:  fortitude  resilience  resolve 

  17. This is what it takes to go viral

  19. Don’t just like.
    Like is watered down.
    Like is mediocre.
    Like is the wishy-washy emotion of the content.
    Athletes don’t do it for the like of a sport.
    Artists don’t suffer for the like of art.
    There is no ‘I like N.Y t-shirt’.
    And Romeo didn’t just like Juliet.
    LOVE - now that’s powerful stuff.
    Love changes things.
    Upsets things.
    Conquers things.
    Love is at the root of everything good that has ever happened and will ever happen.
    LOVE what you do.
    — Anon

    tags:  love  quote 

  21. You read to become enlightened

    Have you ever examined yourself?

    You run to your temples and shrines

    Have you ever stepped into your soul?

    The fight with the devil goes on everyday

    Never taking the time to wrestle with your own character

    Bulleh Shah don’t just reach for what is in the skies

    You have yet to discover what lies in your heart

    Enough, my friend

    The pursuit of knowledge

    Enough, my friend.


    tags:  Bulleh Shah  Aik Alif  Coke Studio  Sufisim 

  25. Stardust, you and I

    Had a little while together

    In our infinite lives

    Maybe we will bump into each other

    but for now this is goodbye.

  29. Excerpts from On The Nature of Things

    No single thing abides; but all things flow.
    Fragment to fragment clings—the things thus grow
    Until we know and name them. By degrees
    They melt, and are no more the things we know.

    Globed from the atoms falling slow or swift
    I see the suns, I see the systems lift
    Their forms; and even the systems and the suns
    Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.

    Thou soo, oh earth—thine empires, lands, and seas—
    Least, with thy stars, of all the galaxies,
    Globed from the drift like these, like these thou too
    Shalt go. Thou art going, hour by hour, like these.

    Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian grain—
    A rose today. But you will ask in vain
    Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday
    It was the dust, the sunshine and the rain.

    This bowl of milk, the pitch on yonder jar,
    Are strange and far-bound travelers come from far
    This is a snow-flake that was once a flame—
    The flame was once the fragment of a star.

    Where is the coolness when no cool winds blow?
    Where is the music when the lute lies low?
    Are not the redness and the red rose one,
    And the snow’s whiteness one thing with the snow?

    For, as our limbs and organs all unite
    to make our sum of suffering and delight,
    And without eyes and ears and touch and tongue,
    Were no such things as taste and sound and sight.

    The seeds that once were we take flight and fly,
    Winnowed to earth, or whirled along the sky,
    Not lost but disunited. Life lives on.
    It is the lives, the lives, the lives, that die.

    - Lucretius (translated by W. H. Mallock)


    tags:  Lucretius  poetry 

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