Six months! That is half of the year! It is a pretty long time, but sometimes, you feel like you batted an eyelid and that period just flitted by. The last six months are kind of like that. Yes, I felt them pass by, yet it feels like it was all too quick. In no time, it will be a year, and just like that, we will be counting years. Life goes on!
I just keep getting this overpowering feeling every once in a while now, that what happened was forever. There are no second chances. I remember some arguments that I had, and wish I had not had them. I wish I had been more compassionate, more understanding and more available. Then I tell myself to even think about all the good times, when I guess I was all those things.
Today, I read a little poem on somebody's profile, and it touched me in an odd sort of way. It went like this-
How far you go in life
I wonder if I did what I was supposed to do when the need was there. I know it is no use crying over spilt milk. I just feel that one cannot let the past go by without it teaching you anything. Thriving to be a better person is a quest for me. There was once a poem about a man in the mirror that had stirred up something like this in me. When I was in school, my dad would get hundreds of cards for Diwali, Christmas and New year. My hobby was to collect them, not all of them, but the nice ones. I had them in categories, the lovely lamp ones, the landscapes, the winter feel, and so on. This card was a very simple one and had this poem inside. It made such an impact on me that I cut it out and put it in my diary. That little thing stayed with me all these years. That poem is here, posted on the internet in a lot of places giving credit to an anonymous poet, but a few places list the poet as Dale Wimbrow who wrote it in 1934.
I just keep getting this overpowering feeling every once in a while now, that what happened was forever. There are no second chances. I remember some arguments that I had, and wish I had not had them. I wish I had been more compassionate, more understanding and more available. Then I tell myself to even think about all the good times, when I guess I was all those things.
Today, I read a little poem on somebody's profile, and it touched me in an odd sort of way. It went like this-
How far you go in life
depends on your being tender with the young,
compassionate with the aged,
sympathetic with the striving,
and tolerant of the weak and strong.
Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.
- George Washington Carver
- George Washington Carver
I wonder if I did what I was supposed to do when the need was there. I know it is no use crying over spilt milk. I just feel that one cannot let the past go by without it teaching you anything. Thriving to be a better person is a quest for me. There was once a poem about a man in the mirror that had stirred up something like this in me. When I was in school, my dad would get hundreds of cards for Diwali, Christmas and New year. My hobby was to collect them, not all of them, but the nice ones. I had them in categories, the lovely lamp ones, the landscapes, the winter feel, and so on. This card was a very simple one and had this poem inside. It made such an impact on me that I cut it out and put it in my diary. That little thing stayed with me all these years. That poem is here, posted on the internet in a lot of places giving credit to an anonymous poet, but a few places list the poet as Dale Wimbrow who wrote it in 1934.
The man in the glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn’t your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you’re a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.
He’s the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear to the end.
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn’t your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you’re a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.
He’s the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear to the end.
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
This post has gotten very serious, but am in that kind of a mood today. I am not someone who has sayings and thoughts written all over my desk and diaries, but a tiny handful of them mean a lot to me. Finally, none of this means anything if your conscience says things are fine.
This is to the future, where I hopefully will make good choices, and will be able to face the man in the glass.
yes six months have passed like a second. Memories of past are still so strong that time just flew. We have to look at future.
ReplyDeleteHalf an year passed as fast as time can fly. Memories remain. They will not go away. I hope, I have strength for going on life with a smile as Aai did in her difficult times.
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