I do not know who put me into the world, nor what the world is, nor what I am myself. I am terribly ignorant about everything. I do not know what my body is, or my senses, or my soul, or even that part of me which thinks what I am saying, which reflects about everything and about itself, and does not know itself any better than it knows everything else. I see the terrifying spaces of the universe hemming me in, and I find myself attached to one corner of this vast expanse without knowing why I have been put in this place rather than that, or why the brief span of life allotted to me should be assigned to one moment rather than another of all the eternity which went before me and all that which will come after me. Pascal
You can do anything, but you can't do everything.
If it doesn't challenge you, it doesn't change you.
Nothing is given to man automatically, neither knowledge, nor self-confidence, nor inner serenity, nor the right way to use his mind. Every value he needs or wants has to be discovered, learned and acquired. More
Devote yourself to an idea Go make it happen Struggle on it. Overcome your fears Smile Don't you forget: this is your dream.
Surround yourself with people who believe in your dreams.
You can't be everything to everyone. Pick your priorities and be content working hard in those areas.
You will forget the pain, but you will always remember the finish line. I don't care who told you to do what. Think about it and figure out if you should do it. The person who is better than you at something is definitely worse than you at something else. Don't waste your time on comparisons. Be conscious of what makes you feel most alive. What glues a smile to your face or synchs a melody to your soul. When you grow angry or impatient at a stranger, pretend their mother just died and treat them with respect and patience and compassion. When someone asks you how you are doing, always reply that you are great! fantastic! wonderful! and for that instant you definitely will be. If people only bring you down or sap your energy, cut them out of your life. It is too short and precious. If you feel jealous of someone, dig down deep and figure out what it is you respect and admire about them. Then work on being it yourself, on your own terms. Be weird. We don't really know why we exist in a vortex of space and rock and burning hot sun and freezing cold water, so do what feels right to you — do what makes you happy. You are enough. You are beautiful. You are talented. You are unique. You are special. Offer it to the world. The quicker you can accept change, the quicker you will be happy. Don't hold on so tight. Defy limitations. Focus on solutions. Do the things that inspire you to do the funky chicken dance. Grip and rip.
Mind management is the essence of life management.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!