Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.
– Mark Twain
I was so inspired by this post on the blog ‘Of Undisputed Origin‘ that I just had to comment on it further here. It discusses what makes people great. Is it a trait some people are born with, or something we can all work to achieve? Continue reading
Stop living your life to gain the approval of others and start living according to your own values. Do what makes you happy. This is the only way to achieve success.
I’ve recently returned to yoga after several months of not practicing. Continue reading
Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
― Arthur Miller
Regrets: I have them. We all do, I guess. We’re not supposed to, I’m told. You should never have regrets … but never seems quite strong a viewpoint to have. I think there’s some value in regret. Continue reading
Self-respect is a discipline, a habit of mind that can never be faked but can be developed, trained, coaxed forth.
– Joan Didion
I just read Joan Didion’s essay ‘Self-respect: its source, its power’. It’s a beautifully written piece that resonated with me so I wanted to share it. Continue reading
A reporter once asked Muhammad Ali how many sit-ups he does every day.
If you can do it for one day, you can do it for two
So, there I was, cooking a meal for the people living at a local homeless shelter, volunteering my time supposedly to help those more in need than myself. But in this rare attempt at exercising selflessness, what happens? They are the ones who end up helping me. They helped me more than I ever expected, more than I deserved, and more than a mere chicken pie could repay.
Be who you are. This is the first step towards becoming better than you are.
– J.C. Hare
This was the surprisingly harsh lesson I had to learn when I first started developing a morning routine. I was trying to come up with a routine that really worked for me, that would make me feel energised and have me ready and willing to write. Have me willing to join the day. I experimented a lot, based on things I’d read or heard, or simply thought other people did. Continue reading
Oh rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble wheat, – Kept seven years in a drawer – thy titles shame thee.
These were the words I found written on a scrap of paper tucked inside an old notebook. I discovered the notebook in the bottom drawer of the bedside table in my childhood bedroom. Though I can’t say this drawer had remained unopened for seven years, despite my yearning for such powerful symbolic symmetry, I can say that the notebook, the one of many I had throughout high school serving as outlets for the depression I continue to endure, appeared untouched, the last entry dated 9 years ago. Close enough.