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The Crown And Glory Of Life Is Character – Expansion Of Thought

“What is the best wealth do you possess?”

Answer to this question will certainly vary person to person. But a right magi knows
the perfect answer. That is character. Character is not a gift which comes
through inheritance on can be injected manually in any person. Character is not
what we call as high intellect. It is not possessing huge amount of wealth and
pretending to be great. It is not even getting high honourable degrees endowed
by some authority. To define character we can take help of Helen Keller who
says –

“Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved”.

A strong character will stand up for his/her beliefs, ethics, follow the sound
and perfect self-conscience, be honorable and upright, live by our principles
no matter whatever dire consequence may fall upon. To end with I would echo the
words of Abraham Lincoln.

“Character is like a tree and reputation is like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing. “

Expansion Of Thought – Life indeed would be dull if there were no difficulties.

In the words of Shakespeare “sweet are the uses of the adversities of life”. Indeed a true man will become a true one when he purifies himself in the fire of difficulties and obstacles of life. One never attains the sense of happiness unless he has tasted the pangs of trouble and difficulties. A life devoid of difficulties is food without spice. Only difficulties make you rock strong from outwardly. And as well as inwardly. If you fear something that
means it is a boon to make you brave. Sorrow and hardship are nothing but the friends which will make you strong, confident, and successful. You will merely remain an amateur in the spheres of life if you try to avoid difficulties in your life. So we need to learn how to face the difficulties of life and be the possessor of an indomitable spirit. Make difficulties your tool to churn strength to fight with the ordeals of life and become the ultimate winners.

Expansion Of Thought

He that is humble, ever shall
Have god to be his guide.

Indeed a person near to perfection is enriched with the tenet of humility. It is immeasurable and a herculean task to bring within. You may be a billionaire, but there is no certainty that yours soul is also rich. A person without humility is the poorest one to him. The humble one knows that only God can satisfy and therefore sees other people as intrinsically valuable rather than the object of self gratification. Humility in a person makes him aware of his personal limitations and limitations of humanity more broadly taking him very close to the music of Him. Humility in all types of adverse situations enables a person to understand that jealously hatred, anger etc. will never purify himself internally and will always remain away from self realization. Therefore let humility to be your pros bringing within you the sense of surrender, faith, acceptance and renunciation. Our surrender will in turn give birth to qualities such as patience and forgiveness taking us to the highest goal i.e. the blessings of God.

Each man’s belief is right in his own eyes. – Expansion Of Thought 

In this world no one is impartial.
Everyone grabs a particular notion about people, society religion and so on. In
most of the cases they form their opinions on the basis of the thoughts which
are not tested rationally, judged critically but the opinions are influenced
and derived one. The view of a person is secured mostly because of the
atmosphere or situation he or she is/was in. The person who experienced the
negativity of war will shun war and violence, and an orphan will be kind to
others parents. But the fact which is concerning is that they never go on
thinking rationally whether his on her
thoughts are proper or improper but goes on believing that he or she was the
right one.

Expansion Of Passage

The Real Dignity of a man lies, not In what he has, but in what he is.

The social creatures often misjudge people on shallow grounds, such as wealth, titles, and all. But when we introspect reflectively, we understand the fundamental dignity does not depend on these simple facts, which are nothing but pompous pretension. Dignity is not the materials you possess, but these are innate, highly valued characteristics that a man attains after inexplicable arduous labors. One may achieve huge materialistic gains and be valued, but one will consider the person to be respected and honored when he will attain high moral values and nurture those in real life. Character, responsibility, punctuality, benevolence, discipline, and ethics adorn a person with real dignity. He never harms anyone for jealousy. He respects the elders and cares for the kids. He keeps promises and hates knaves and hypocrites. He is trustworthy and not an opportunist and does not get influenced by narrow thoughts. He is never self-centered and knows to make a high sacrifice for society, people and fights against injustice.

Suppose we are meticulous about people of dignity. In that case, we shall find people like Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Sachin Tendulkar, Lata Mangeskar, Swami Vivekananda. They are highly respected and honored not for wealth but for the incomparable qualities they possess.

Expansion Of Thought

The heights by great men
reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden
flight
But they, while their
companions slept
Were toiling upwards in the
night

In the present world of living what counts much is ‘No sweat no sweet’. Indeed, success will be but a dream for those who do not believe in diligence and toil with determination. The lives of great achievers showed us that only one key to success is to keep patience, perseverance, dedication, and determination. We never accept failures and go on blaming our cursed luck and never go on introspecting our lacunas and weakness. We rather behave like hypocrites who go on showering words like patience, diligence, etc, but never follow the path and never taste success. Diligent people do not get away with the hindrances and are never afraid of hard toil. They do not believe in any shortcut rather they believe in the right path. Highly successful people belonging to different arenas will be unanimous with the thought of diligence. When we behold Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, former
President of India, Dhirubhai Ambani, founder of Reliance, and Bill Gates of Microsoft, we understand that what they achieved was not because of extreme luck but because of hard toil.

Small Pain In My Chest Poem By Michael Mack

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree.
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night
And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning’s light.
“I wonder if you’d help me, sir”, he smiled as best he could.
“A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest –
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest.”

As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt.
“Not much”, said he. “I count myself more lucky than the rest.
They’re all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest.”

“Must be fatigue”, he weakly smiled. “I must be getting old.
I see the sun is shining bright and yet I’m feeling cold.
We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest.”

“I looked around to get some aid – the only things I found
Were big, deep craters in the earth – bodies on the ground.
I kept on firing at them, sir. I tried to do my best,
But finally sat down with this small pain in my chest.”

“I’m grateful, sir”, he whispered, as I handed my canteen
And smiled a smile that was, I think, the brightest that I’ve seen.
“Seems silly that a man my size so full of vim and zest,
Could find himself defeated by a small pain in his chest.”

“What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,
That I’d be sitting HERE one day with this pain in my chest?”

“Can it be getting dark so soon?” He winced up at the sun.
“It’s growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.
I think, before I travel on, I’ll get a little rest ……….
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.

I don’t recall what happened then. I think I must have cried;
I put my arms around him and I pulled him to my side
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 1

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 2

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter’d weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 4

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy?
Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th’ executor to be.

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 5

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer’s distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.