Wake Up!

“Wake up! Dismiss the notion that you’re defeated before you’ve hardly gotten into the scrap. Stand on the hill to which you’ve retreated, and plan the contours of your business map. Reorganize your forces for a rally. You too can do what others have done. Let perseverance guide you from the valley, until the game worth winning has been won.

Shake off the dreams that have you shackled, the dreams that have kept you from doing things. Assail the jobs you’ve left untackled, and earn the joy that honest effort brings. You’ve got to sweat and swelter in the doing, if you expect to achieve and produce. You won’t accomplish anything pursuing the cheater’s attitude of ‘Oh, what’s the use!’

Forget the grumbling and the grunting-the whimpering, the whining, and the rest. The one who wins Success by bunting has a chuckle, smirk, and chortle on their chest. Get out into the open-quit the woods. Today, and not tomorrow, is the right time to wake up- buckle down-produce the goods.

What are you waiting for? Why not go after the prizes you think you’re entitled to get? Nothing is gained without tears and laughter. And ease is the offspring of labor and sweat. Make up your mind that merely waiting’s a blunder-that action is what the world calls for today. Roll up your sleeves and go at it like thunder, and stake yourself to a claim that will pay.”

-C.P. McDonald

Our Generation

“Our generation will be known for nothing.

Never will anybody say,

We were the peak of mankind.

That is wrong, the truth is,

Our generation was a failure.

Thinking that

We actually succeeded

Is a waste. And we know

Living only for money and power

Is the way to go.

Being loving, respectful, and kind

Is a dumb thing to do.

Forgetting about that time,

Will not be easy, but we will try.

Changing our world for the better

Is something we never did.

Giving up

Was how we handled our problems.

Working hard

Was a joke,

We knew that

People thought we couldn’t come back

That might be true,

Unless we turn things around

(Read from bottom to top now)”

-Jordan Nichols

Will, Wont, Do, and Dont

“Long, long years ago, so the story is told.

A maiden named Doubt, loved young Courage so bold.

Their marriage was blessed by four children, it’s said.

And each parent named two, at least, so I’ve read.

The first was called Will and the second was Wont.

The third was named Do and the fourth one was Dont.

Like sturdy young plants they flourished and grew,

And astonished their friends by the things they would do.

Young Will was a wonder at work or at play,

He was busy as could be, while Wont sat all day,

Objecting, complaining, his face sad and long,

Declaring to his mind this world was all wrong.

Do pushed right ahead, leaving nothing undone.

But Dont was a mule and often balked just for fun.

So they grew and developed until one fine day,

They attempted to find what the world had to say.

Do soon found an opening and rose to success.

Dont couldn’t find work and thus failed to progress.

Will forged straight ahead and was known far and wide,

Wont kept right on balking and balked till he died.

The moral is plain for those who can see,

It consists in a warning to heed carefully,

About the names you use and the names you wear,

If you wish to succeed and escape from the snare

Of failure and poverty, sickness and woe,

And be sure of enjoyment wherever you go.

Know that thought is your guide, for your name merely proves

What kind of ideas have lodged in the grooves

Of your mind, the one place you should ever be sure,

To keep peaceful, harmonious, joyous and pure.”

-Benjamin Johnson

The Builders

Some of my favorite words by Longfellow. We are all builders!

“All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.
Nothing useless is, or low;
Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.
For the structure that we raise,
Time is with materials filled;
Our to-days and yesterdays
Are the blocks with which we build.
Truly shape and fashion these;
Leave no yawning gaps between;
Think not, because no man sees,
Such things will remain unseen.
In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the Gods see everywhere.
Let us do our work as well,
Both the unseen and the seen;
Make the house, where Gods may dwell,
Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Else our lives are incomplete,
Standing in these walls of Time,
Broken stairways, where the feet
Stumble as they seek to climb.
Build to-day, then, strong and sure,
With a firm and ample base;
And ascending and secure
Shall to-morrow find its place.
Thus alone can we attain
To those turrets, where the eye
Sees the world as one vast plain,
And one boundless reach of sky.”

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Desiderata

“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.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.”

-Max Ehrmann