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Last night I felt like a complete mess.

I’ve got a whole load of important projects due real soon, and the pressure’s mounting. Been sleeping late, thinking, brooding and working on my projects. It took it’s toll on me. My world felt like it was constantly spinning.

Then I read this, the final part of one of my favorite essays, As a Man Thinketh by James Allen, and all became so much more still.

Peace, be still.

Serenity – As a Man Thinketh

Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom. It is the result of long and patient effort in self-control. Its presence is an indication of ripened experience, and of a more than ordinary knowledge of the laws and operations of thought.

A man becomes calm in the measure that he understands himself as a thought-evolved being, for such knowledge necessitates the understanding of others as the result of thought. As he develops a right understanding, and sees more and more clearly the internal relations of things by the action of cause and effect, he ceases to fuss and fume and worry and grieve, and remains poised, steadfast, serene.

The calm man, having learned how to govern himself, knows how to adapt himself to others; and they, in turn, reverence his spiritual strength, and feel that they can learn of him and rely upon him. The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Even the ordinary trader will find his business prosperity increase as he develops a greater self-control and equanimity, for people will always prefer to deal with a man whose demeanor is strongly equable.

The strong calm man is always loved and revered. He is like a shade-giving tree in a thirsty land, or a sheltering rock in a storm. Who does not love a tranquil heart, a sweet-tempered, balanced life? It does not matter whether it rains or shines, or what changes come to those possessing these blessings, for they are always sweet, serene, and calm. That exquisite poise of character which we call serenity is the last lesson culture; it is the flowering of life, the fruitage of the soul. It is precious as wisdom, more to be desired than gold – yea, than even fine gold. How insignificant mere money-seeking looks in comparison with a serene life – a life that dwells in the ocean of Truth, beneath the waves, beyond the reach of tempests, in the Eternal Calm!

“How many people we know who sour their lives, who ruin all that is sweet and beautiful by explosive tempers, who destroy their poise of character, and make bad blood! It is a question whether the great majority of people do not ruin their lives and mar their happiness by lack of self-control. How few people we meet in life who are well-balanced, who have that exquisite poise which is characteristic of the finished character!”

Yes, humanity surges with uncontrolled passion, is tumultuous with ungoverned grief, is blown about by anxiety and doubt. Only the wise man, only he whose thoughts are controlled and purified, makes the winds and the storms of the soul obey him.

Tempest-tossed souls, wherever ye may be, under whatsoever conditions ye may live, know this – in the ocean of life the isles of Blessedness are smiling, and sunny shore of your ideal awaits your coming. Keep your hand firmly upon the helm of thought. In the bark of your soul reclines the commanding Master; He does but sleep; wake Him. Self-control is strength; Right Thought is mastery; Calmness is power.

Say unto your heart, “Peace, be still!”

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That exquisite poise of character which we call serenity is the last lesson culture; it is the flowering of life, the fruitage of the soul. It is precious as wisdom, more to be desired than gold – yea, than even fine gold. How insignificant mere money-seeking looks in comparison with a serene life – a life that dwells in the ocean of Truth, beneath the waves, beyond the reach of tempests, in the Eternal Calm!

Peace, please be still!

Chasing shadows.

I read these few paragraphs off a beautiful blog I follow, Marc and Angel Hack Life, and these words really made a very strong impact on me.

Amazing how serendipity manages to creep in every facet of my life. It always feels like a miracle, when you really think about how everything falls into place, to make those words appear to me at that right moment, right place and right time.

Here’s the article, and along with it, my earnest wish that our light drowns out the shadows.

Every Light Cast A Shadow, Marc and Angel Hack Life

One of the greatest lessons we get to learn in life is that we are often attracted to a bright light in another person.  Initially, this light is all we see.  It’s so bright and beautiful.  But after awhile, as our eyes adjust, we notice that this light is accompanied by a shadow – and usually a fairly large one.

When we see this shadow, we have two choices: We can either shine our own light on the shadow or we can run from it and continue searching for a shadowless light.

If we decide to run from the shadow, we must also run from the light that created it.  And we soon find out that our light is the only light illuminating the space around us.  Then, at some point, as we look closer at our own light, we notice something out of the ordinary.  Our light is casting a shadow too.  And our shadow is a bigger and darker than some of the other shadows we’ve seen.

If, on the other hand, instead of running from the shadow, we decide to walk towards it, something amazing happens.  We inadvertently cast our own light on the shadow, and likewise, the light that created this shadow casts its light on ours.  Suddenly, both shadows begin to disappear.  Not completely, of course, but every the part of the two shadows that are touched by the other person’s light illuminate and disappear.

And as a result, we each find more of that bright beautiful light in the other person – which is precisely what we have been searching for all along.

Read the full post here.

I was just going through the clutter in my wallet and I found this small piece of paper, neatly folded, with words so faint that I could barely read them.

The note.

As I strained my eyes to read the faint writing, I realized that it was a note that a friend wrote to me all the way back when I was still in lower secondary. It was a copy made with fax paper and it nearly was illegible. So I just typed it all out for memory’s sake.

What was written...

The note was titled “Difference between somebody you love & somebody you like“. It’s pretty cute, so here is that old, old note of mine.

Difference between somebody you love & somebody you like

It’s been so many, many years since I neatly folded this long note and put it in my wallet, but love’s still that magical adventure it always was. For that secondary school boy who folded that note so many years ago, love is still his life’s craziest, most mystical mystery.

Sometimes I feel like I’m still paying for the sins of my past.

Your ghosts still haunt me, mock me, as I seem to still get nowhere.

When will this karmic retribution end?

Please forgive me. I’m really trying to be a better person now.