Thursday, September 03, 2020

The True Nobility - Ernest Hemingway

 In a calm sea every man is a pilot.


But all sunshine without shades, pleasure without pain, is not life at all. Take the lot of the happiest – it is a tangled yarn. Bereavements and blessings, one following another, make us sad and blessed by turns. Even death itself makes life more loving. Men come closet to their true selves in the sober moment of life, under the shadows of sorry and loss.


In the affairs of life or of business, it is not intellect that tells so much as character, not brains so much as heart, not genius so much as self-control, patience, and discipline, regulated by judgment.


I have always believed that the man who begun to live more seriously within begins to live more simply without. In an age of extravagance and waste, I wish I could show to the world how few the real wants of humanity are.


To regret one’s errors to the point of not repeating them is true repentance. There is nothing noble in being superior to some other men. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self.

Amazing words. They speak to me so much. Words deserving to be said by the Nobel Laureate.

Monday, June 08, 2020

the new abnormal*

A quick hop here and a furtive peek 
Shy and abashed i slither back 
Into my place I used to hack
Everything lies still and cobwebs abound
Seeing the words I weaved and wrote
Twinge of guilt with a catch in my throat
I fondly eye my posts; the blog looks forlorn
Showing signs of fun, chatter and good times
Still evinced by the heartfelt lines
Here's to hoping for a rebirth
New shoots of posts in this bog of a blog
Grass and grains of thoughts through the fog

* title album by American rock band the Strokes