When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world.
I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation.
When I found I couldn't change the nation, I began to focus on my town. I couldn't change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family.
Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family. My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.
I'm a treehugger... that can't hug trees. I literally break out into hives.
Be fearless and pure; never waver in your determination or your dedication to the spiritual life. Give freely. Be self-controlled, sincere, truthful, loving, and full of the desire to serve...Learn to be detached and to take joy in renunciation. Do not get angry or harm any living creature, but be compassionate and gentle; show good will to all. Cultivate vigor, patience, will, purity; avoid malice and pride. Then, you will achieve your destiny.
What Gives Me Hope
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
I once heard about this exchange program where you switch places with a teen/child from a third world country and literally walk a mile in their shoes... I think everyone should do that once in their lifetime that way they'd appreciate what they have, what others lack... maybe then we'd all have a passion for helping the less fortunate.
What/who changed my life and why
Beyond Borders... I love Sarah Jordan. I think that in a lot of ways she sacrificed a lot of her life to help others and it's something that I constantly ask myself- how much am I willing to sacrifice to be who I want to become?
Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you cannot conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.