Happy New Year' 2016
Thank you all being a supporter of my journey. It has been a great experience for me in the last few months. Thank you for taking time to read my blog.
Wishing all of you a happy and prosperous 2016 and beyond.
Someone told me few weeks back that hiking in rain was crazy but child like bringing the "inner youth". That reminded of a story I had read in Reader's Digest some 20+ years ago. A Japanese "old" men describing youth to his grandson. He showed him a copy of the following poem which he had kept in his wallet and he said he used often read it to remind himself. This poem is about "youth". I liked the poem a lot and so made a photocopy (long before iphone) and kept it in one of my binders. It took me a while a find it! Enjoy it!
Here is to the youth in you! Let us be young -- optimistic to life and keep our aerials up to catch the beauty of nature. May the inner beauty and peace help you achieve it!
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YOUTH
Youth is not a time of life;
It is a state of mind;
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions;
It is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance
Of courage over timidity of the appetite,
For adventure over the love of ease.
This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.
We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin,
But to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart
And turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen,
There is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder,
The unfailing child-like appetite of what's next,
And the joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart
There is a wireless station;
So long as it receives messages of beauty,
Hope, cheer, courage and power
From men and from the Infinite,
So long are you young.
When the aerials are down,
And your spirit is covered
With snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism,
Then you are grown old, even at twenty,
But as long as your aerials are up,
To catch the waves of optimism,
There is hope you may die young at eighty.
by Samuel Ullman (1840-1924)
General MacArthur used to love this poem too. He introduced it to lot of Japanese people.
===================================================(Saved copy from my binder)
Wishing all of you a happy and prosperous 2016 and beyond.
Someone told me few weeks back that hiking in rain was crazy but child like bringing the "inner youth". That reminded of a story I had read in Reader's Digest some 20+ years ago. A Japanese "old" men describing youth to his grandson. He showed him a copy of the following poem which he had kept in his wallet and he said he used often read it to remind himself. This poem is about "youth". I liked the poem a lot and so made a photocopy (long before iphone) and kept it in one of my binders. It took me a while a find it! Enjoy it!
Here is to the youth in you! Let us be young -- optimistic to life and keep our aerials up to catch the beauty of nature. May the inner beauty and peace help you achieve it!
====================================================
YOUTH
Youth is not a time of life;
It is a state of mind;
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions;
It is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance
Of courage over timidity of the appetite,
For adventure over the love of ease.
This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.
We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin,
But to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart
And turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen,
There is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder,
The unfailing child-like appetite of what's next,
And the joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart
There is a wireless station;
So long as it receives messages of beauty,
Hope, cheer, courage and power
From men and from the Infinite,
So long are you young.
When the aerials are down,
And your spirit is covered
With snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism,
Then you are grown old, even at twenty,
But as long as your aerials are up,
To catch the waves of optimism,
There is hope you may die young at eighty.
by Samuel Ullman (1840-1924)
General MacArthur used to love this poem too. He introduced it to lot of Japanese people.
===================================================(Saved copy from my binder)
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