Thursday, January 20, 2011

Abraham Lincoln





Abraham Lincoln had once written a letter to the principal of his son's school. The letter read like this:

"He has to learn a lot yet. I know everyone can't be honest and truthful but if possible make him aware about the magic of books. With that give him some time to think about the mysteries of nature-how the birds fly, the bees hum in the sunlight and how the flowers bloom in the lush-green mountains. Teach him to be a failure rather than a success by deceit. The whole world may disapprove his thoughts but he must learn to believe in whatever he thinks. Teach him to be polite with the polites and tough with the toughs. Make him strong enough to stand apart from the crowd and not to be a sheep of the herd. Teach him to listen to everyone but accept only that which has been tested and fare better on the scales of truth.
Teach him to laugh in the crisis and not to feel shame in shedding tears.Teach him to snub the whimsical persons and beware of sugar-coated words. He must value his power and brain very high but never sell his heart and soul at any cost. Teach him to ignore the shouting crowd if he thinks he is right. Treat him gently but please don't over protect him because only hardships bring the best out of a person.
Make him so courageous that he can raise his voice and so persevere that he can show his bravery. Teach him to believe in himself so that he can have belief in the humanity.
I have many aspirations from my son. Lets see how you can help in this regard. Undoubtedly, my son is a nice boy."


-- ABRAHAM LINCOLN

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

HOLD FAST TO YOUR DREAMS - Louis Driscoll, Old Poetry

Hold fast your dreams!
Within your heart
Keep one still, secret spot
Where dreams may go,
And, sheltered so,
May thrive and grow
Where doubt and fear are not.
O keep a place apart,
Within your heart,
For little dreams to go!

Think still of lovely things that are not true.
Let wish and magic work at will in you.
Be sometimes blind to sorrow. Make believe!
Forget the calm that lies
In disillusioned eyes.
Though we all know that we must die,
Yet you and I
May walk like gods and be
Even now at home in immortality.

We see so many ugly things—
Deceits and wrongs and quarrelings;
We know, alas we know
How quickly fade
The color in the west,
The bloom upon the flower,
The bloom upon the breast
And youth's blind hour.
Yet keep within your heart
A place apart
Where little dreams may go,
May thrive and grow.
Hold fast—hold fast your dreams!

-Louis Driscoll (read it in High School)