When all hope is gone!
Is there a place in life that is just hopeless?
- Short answer - No!
- Long answer - NO!
- There is never a place from which you cannot recover, except death...you ain't dead yet!
- I'm too old...I'm too young...I'm not educated...I'm too poor.
- NONE of these, no, not even one is legitimate!
“You Are Never Too Old To Set Another Goal Or To Dream A New Dream.” – C.S. Lewis
You, only you can break those handcuffs of doubt and despair. You are the one who must take that first step in the new direction.
There is no such thing as an impossible situation. I remember a sign we had in an airport hangar where I worked as an airplane mechanic and pilot.
"The hard things we do immediately...the impossible may take a day longer".
Today, yes today, the new journey begins.
I will walk where I have never walked. I will go where I have never been. I will reach new heights that I have never reached. I will write like I have never written. I have a new fresh breath of air...I am done with the past. Everything is new!
Poem by Edgar A. Guest:
"Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
It seems at last that things work out.
Because we lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we'd like to play
Some of us whimper along life's way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night,
Most of our troubles work out all right.
Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in t he dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long,
Sometimes we whimper that life's all wrong.
But somehow we live and our sky grows bright,
And everything seems to work out all right.
So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds mus break, and the sky grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as it must and will,
But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work out".
This too shall pass.
Joe
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That is true, i am never too old to achieve my goals, this is a good point, thanks for message.
Hi Joe,
Thanks for sharing this great post with us. I appreciate the inspiration. Have an awesome day! All the best to you!
Kind regards,
Nichola
It is good to be an optimist. I rarely worry about anything as I believe it all works out well in the end.
This attitude is a double edged sword. It can result in procrastination!
Anyway another great post Joe.
Edwin
Absolutely Joe. Thanks for this great reminder. I'm sure there must have been many moments in that hanger, when it seemed what needed to be done was thought impossible. Yet it was done.
"In succeeding we realise anything is possible."
The limit is in our own minds.
Have a lovely day.
Lily 😊
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Even This Will Pass Away
Once in Persia reigned a king,
Who upon a signet ring,
Carved a maxim strange and wise,
When held to see before his eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance,
Fit for every change and chance:
Solemn words, and these were they:
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Trains of camel through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarcand;
Fleets of galleys over the seas
Brought him pearls to rival these,
But he counted little gain,
Treasures of the mine or main;
“What is wealth?” the king would say,
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Mid the pleasures of his court
At the zenith of their sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
Seated midst the figs and wine,
Said the king, “Ah, friends of mine.
Pleasure comes but not to stay,
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Woman, fairest ever seen
Was the bride he crowned as queen,
Pillowed on the marriage-bed
Whispering to his soul, he said,
“Though no monarch ever pressed
Fairer bosom to his breast,
Mortal flesh is only clay!
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Fighting on the furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield,
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent
Nurturing his tortured side,
“Pain is hard to bear;” he cried.
“But with patience, day by day,
EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Towering in a public square
Forty cubits in this air,
And the king disguised, unknown,
Standing by his form in stone
Gazed upon his sculptured name.
And he pondered, “What is fame?”
“Fame is but a slow decay!
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
Struck with palsy, sore and old,
Waiting at the gates of gold,
Said he with his dying breath
“Life is done, but what is Death?”
Then as answer to the king
Fell a sunbeam on his ring;
Showing by a heavenly ray.
EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”
—Theodore Tilton
Beautiful analogy.
Joe