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My Personal Antidepressant(continued)(page 11) |
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Man is made or unmade by himself: in the armory of thought he forges the weapons by which he destroys himself; he also fashions the tool with which he builds for himself heavenly mansions of joy and strength and peace. By the right choice and true application of thought, man ascends to the Divine Perfection; by the abuse and wrong application of thought he descends below the level of the beast. Between these two extremes are all the grades of character, and man is their maker and master. ... All that a man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts. ~James Allen, As A Man Thinketh |
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My happiness is me not you. Not only because you may be temporary, But also because you want me to be what I am not. I cannot be happy when I change Merely to satisfy your selfishness. Nor can I feel content when you criticize me for not thinking your thoughts, Or seeing as you do. You call me rebel. And yet each time I have rejected your beliefs You have rejected mine. I do not try to mold your mind. I know you are trying hard enough to just be you. And I cannot allow you to tell me what to be - for I am concentrating on being me. You said that I was transparent And easily forgotten. But why then did you try to use my lifetime, To prove to yourself who you are? ~By Michelle from I Am Neither a Sacrilege or a Privilege. I May Not Be Competent or Excellent, But I Am Present. |
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The following are by Leo Rosten In some way each of us is a little mad... Everyone is lonely at the bottom and cries to be understood; but we can never entirely understand someone else, and each of us remains part stranger even to those who love us. 
It is the weak who are cruel; gentleness is to be expected only from the strong.
Courage is the capacity to confront what can be imagined.
You can understand people better if you look at them -- no matter how old or impressive they may be -- as children. For most of us never mature; we simply grow taller.
Happiness comes only when we push our brains and our hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.
The purpose of life is to matter -- to count, to stand for something, to have it make some difference that we lived at all. |
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Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself. ~Saint-Exupery |
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Change and growth take place when a person has risked himself and dares to become involved with experimenting with his own life. ~Herbert Otto quoted in Living, Loving and Learning |
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We must remind ourselves, however that no change takes place without working hard and without getting your hands dirty. There are no formulae and no books to memorize on becoming. I only know this: I exist, I am, I am here, I am becoming, I make my life and no one else makes it for me. I must face my own shortcomings, mistakes, transgressions. No one can suffer my non-being as I do, but tomorrow is another day, and I must decide to leave my bed and live again. And if I fail, I don't have the comfort of blaming you or life or God. ~Zinker (paper for Gestalt Institute quoted in Living, Loving and Learning |
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I think it is a mistake to ever look for hope outside of yourself. One day the house smells of fresh bread, and the next, smoke and blood. One day you faint because the gardener cut his finger. Within a week you're climbing over corpses of children bombed in subways. What hope can there be if that is so? I tried to die during the end of the war. The same dream returned to me each night until I dared not go to sleep, and I grew ill. I dreamed I had a child. And even in the dream I felt that the child was my life and it was an idiot, and I ran away from it. But it always kept climbing into my lap and clutching at my clothes, until I thought, if I could kiss it, whatever was in it that was my own, perhaps I could sleep again. And I bent to its broken face and it was horrible. But I kissed it. I think, Qintin, one must finally take one's life into one's own arms and kiss it. ~Arthur Miller, After the Fall, a play |
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The following items are quoted from Leo Buscalia's Living Loving and Learning We as adults can no longer have any regrets about the fact that we were not taught, or that perhaps we were not always taught adequately. We can always learn. |
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learning -- the process of becoming |
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Everytime we learn something new, we become something new. |
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... you must decide, to some extent, who you feel comfortable becomimg. |
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I talked to a bunch of kids in a California school distrct, and I ranted and raved in my usual fashion , and they sat there just sort of glued -- the vibrations between us were incredible. After the morning session the faculty took me to lunch. When I came back the kids met me and said, "Oh, Dr. B, a terrible thing has happened. Remember the guy who was sitting right here in front of your there?" And I said, "Oh yes, I'll never forget him, he was so with it." "Well he has been thrown out of school for two weeks." I asked, "Why?" It seems that in my lecture I had been talking about the way you know something, really know it, is to experience it. And I said,"If you really want to know a tree, you've got to climb in the tree, you've got to feel the tree, sit in the branches, listen to the wind blow through the leaves. Then you'll be able to say, 'I know that tree'." And the boy had said, "Yeah, I'll remember that, there's where it's at." So during lunch time this little guy saw a tree and climbed up in it. The boy's vice principal passed by, saw him up there, dragged him down and kicked him out of school. I said, 'Oh, there must be a misunderstanding. I'll go talk to the vice principal." I don't know why it is , but boy's vice principals are always ex-PE teachers. I went to the office where he was sitting with his bulging muscles and I said, "I'm Dr. Buscaglia." He looked up at me and he was furious. He said, "You're the man who comes onto this campus and tells kids to climb trees? You're a menace!" And I said, "Well, you don't understand. I think there was a little mis..." He shouted, "You're a menace! Telling kids to climb trees. They're revolting enough!" Well, I never got through to him, it was impossible, I couldn't deal with him. So I went to the house of the boy who now had two free weeks to climb trees. He said, "I think the thing I've learned from this is when to climb trees and when not to climb trees. Because this is a society that tells us, that puts up signs about when to do it and when not to do it. Man I know that's true. I guess I just used bad judgement, didn't I?" He had listened and he's going to have to adjust to the man in the office -- but he's still climbing trees! There are ways to meet the needs of society, and there are ways to do your own thing. |
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I believe that whatever you are in life, and however you learned it, that if you want to learn it differently, anything that can be learned, can be unlearned and relearned. So there's always hope and there's always wonder and you don't have to sit and cry about the fact that somebody mistreated you in the past or that you learned love incorrectly or that you're dying of loneliness. |
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| Joy is a great teacher. But so is despair. Wonder is a great teacher but so is confusion! Hope is a great teacher, but so is disillusionment. And life is a great teacher, but so is death. To deny yourself of any of those -- any aspect -- is not experiencing life totally. | ||||||||
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(see Arthur Miller quote above.) Fantastic statement. It doesn't matter who you have hurt, if you've learned not to hurt again. It doesn't matter what mistakes you've made so long as you don't make them again. As long as you learn, as long as you're willing to take your life in your hands and kiss it and go on from there. Then there is growth. Then there is life. |
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I give love because I love you, not because I expect you to give it back. If I give expecting something in return, I'm sure to be unhappy. ... Love because you will to love. Give because you will to give. Flowers bloom because they must, not because there are people fawning over them. You live and love because you will. Because you must. |
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... humanity has an essential function in the universe -- in the macro-micro range of the great design scenario and its realization in time. An intuituion is dawning in us of the integrity and immortality of the individual. Awareness is terminal, but knowledge is eternal. The brain is terminal but the mind eternal. Being aware and comprehending are temporal and terminal. Comprehension and knowing are eternal. Little children know this is fact -- intuitively. ~Buckminster Fuller |
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If the only tool you have is a hammer, you tend to treat everything as if it were a nail. ~Maslov |
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Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding. ~Proverbs 17:28 |
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The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear? ~Proverbs 18:14 |
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A brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city; ~Proverbs 18:19 |
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I am only one, But I am one. I cannot do everything. But I can do something. And what I can do I ought to do. And what I ought to do By the grace of God, I will do. |
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If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it woudn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with, For to be sociable is to be forgivimng. ~Robert Frost, Star Splitter |
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Like President Taylor, I believe there is none that cannot be converted -- or I might say reactivated, if the right person makes the right approach at the right time in the right way with the right Spirit. ... Temporary flashes of interest or enthusiasm will not achieve the desired results. ~Spencer W. Kimball, June 1983 Ensign, p.5 |
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((Some poems from Carol Lynn Pearson's book The Growing Season.) |
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Why must all memories Stay on? Why can't some go In quick eclipse Like a shooting star -- And beautifully Be gone? ~Carol Lynn Pearson |
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Putting you In the past tense Was, I'm afraid, The hardest Conjugation I ever made ~Carol Lynn Pearson |
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One wrecked at sea May die of thirst Or die of drink. I always thought I would reject The generous cup. But, Oh, my love -- I find a salted sip Still holds some power To satisfy. I cannot choose today To die. ~Carol Lynn Pearson |
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| The Proficient Prayer | ||||||||
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I'm getting very Proficient at praying, I will admit. I give the prayer, And I answer it. ~Carol Lynn Pearson |
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Can you become Acclimated to pain? Can the shiver cesse, And some condition Almost comfortable set in? The polar bear has been So long a resident of frost That the ice he walks barefoot Is not reported to the brain. Can you become Acclimated to pain? ~Carol Lynn Pearson |
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Perhaps we can be together there, In that next place, Where bodies are so pure They pass through planets -- Perhaps there, Where the light that lighteth the sun Is kept on all night every nigjht, And no one watches for morning Holding the cold off with a candle -- There, perhaps, Where pain is exchanged For peace and a memory -- You and I can touch as we pass And gather in the good of one another. We can love and give In whatever loving, giving ways There finally are. We still will wish To be together then, I think. Perhaps there we shall know how. Perhaps, even, we shall know why We cannot be together now. ~Carol Lynn Pearson |
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I have seen love, Fallen on unbroken ground, Blow with the first wind. I have seen love, Laid in a shallow row Unearthed with the lightest rain. But pain Is a plow That opens earth for planting. My heart is ready now. Hurt furrowed, it has depths Designed for sowing. Oh, love that lands here Finds good ground for growing. ~Carol Lynn Pearson |
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| Time for the Gulls | ||||||||
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It's time, Father, For the gulls, I think. My arms shake From flailing my field. I sink, Broken as the little stalks Beneath their devouring burden. I yield it all to you, Who alone can touch all things. It's time, Father, For the gulls. I will be still, and listen for their wings. ~Carol Lynn Pearson |
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