All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Archive for December, 2004
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
when there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand,
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned
If we were humble, nothing would change us-neither praise nor discouragement.
If someone were to criticize us, we would not feel discouraged.
If someone would praise us, we also would not feel proud.
–Mother Teresa
It’s a hard line to draw…how much attention should we pay to the words of other ppl? How highly should you regard ppl’s words? On one hand, I believe God speaks to us through other ppl, to encourage us, or to tell us when we’re doing something wrong. But sometimes we take other’s words too seriously. We strive to please others and not God…I know it’s one of my weaknesses. I’m too much of a ppl-pleaser. I used to be nicer, but then when you’re a nice person, ppl step all over you. it’s hard to strike a balance…
To be humble is to think of others as better than yourself. Maybe that doesn’t mean you think of others as smarter, faster, but just…better. To put the needs of other ppl before yourself. Although encouragements do build us up, there is a difference between encouragements and praise. If we do something just to hear other ppl say “good job, way to go”, the motive behind that action to receive the praise of other ppl.
I wish I could live as Mother Teresa lived…to completely and humbly devote myself serve others, to share God’s love…To die to myself. Whenever I hear about ppl like that, I tend to think “wow, I wish I could be like that..”
sweet, sweet, liberation.
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time to sleep…
one more exam to go!
