Three days, three quotes – day 3

This is the last day of the ‘Three days, three quotes’ challenge, to which I was nominated by herSCREAMINGshadows. Thank you a lot for thinking of me!

The Rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post a quote for three consecutive days.
  3. Nominate three other bloggers each day.

The Third Quote:

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. (Luke 6:31)

And a little something inspired by it:

When fingers scratch upon slick walls,
Gaining no shadow of purchase,
When muscles strain to lift you up
Against a force too great,
Instead of helping yourself up,
Choose to give your mates a push.
I imagine a world surrounded
By a link of people holding hands,
Pushing, pulling, dragging,
However the case might require
Someone other than themselves,
An uninterrupted chain stretching
All the way back to the person
Who started the first act of kindness.
You may be against religion,
You may be against philosophies,
But in the folds of them all,
Stripped from all pretenses,
Hides the same piece of common sense.
We are all equal. To behave right,
Just put yourself in another’s shoes,
And treat your fellows the way
You’d need them to treat you.
You’re extending yourself a hand,
And pulling yourself straight up.
You just go the long way around,
And pass through other hands first.

 

I had a bit of a shock looking for this quote today. I found it in various phrasings, but they all attribute it to the same source: the Bible. I had absolutely no idea. I’m not a religious person, but this particular piece of advice is perhaps the principle on which I try to base the greatest part of my behaviour in interpersonal situations, and has been for years. It was an interesting discovery, and thank you again herSCREAMINGshadows for giving me this challenge for the opportunity to find this out (and all of you guys for reading my blog so I have someone to share it with).

Even though I still won’t make any nominations for the challenge, you guys should definitely give it a try! Who knows what you might discover 🙂

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Celebrate it!

Keeping it short and sweet today.

Find a person to tell
Something good that happened to you today.
If you don’t have a person,
Shout your accomplishments until the air
Vibrates with their charge.
Nothing is too small or insignificant,
As long as it matters to you.
Be it winning a competition or only getting up,
Celebrate your victories.
Toast your success with your teddy bear,
Thank the universe,
And then close your eyes and thank yourself.
You’ll see that soon
You will have cause for non-stop celebration.

Thank you to all those who have been there for me, and that I got to share bits and pieces of me with. Saying the good things out loud gives them more power than you’d expect. You guys being in my life is the biggest accomplishment I have!

Anybody feel like sharing one of theirs? 🙂

Rite of passage

There’s no bigger loneliness
Than being alone in your inner circle.
The people you grew up together with,
Who knew everything about you,
Who understood you before you spoke…
Will not always be able to do so.
You think it could never happen,
To others maybe, but not you.
And yet, suddenly, it breaks down.
Your ‘friends’ can’t even see
The things you can’t look past,
And you couldn’t care less
About the centers of their universes.
It is a horrible feeling indeed,
But there’s some good news to it too.
All rites of passage require
That you detach yourself first
From wherever, whoever you were before.
So the loneliness, it’s just a mark
Of your liminal, transient position,
On your way to bigger, better things.
You will belong somewhere again,
Sooner than you might realize,
With people that deserve you this time.
So just bear through it a little.
It’s nothing more than a rite of passage.

Krav Maga

It’s not a sport, despite the physical activity,
And it’s not a joke, despite the constant laughter.
You can see the bruises that bloom on our skin
But the real lessons we learn are hidden beneath,
Are hidden before all the flash and glamour.
Doesn’t matter how fast you can disarm a gun –
You should first learn how to never have to.

No, the lessons we learn are not what people expect.
You come in for one thing and leave with a thousand others.

You learn how to breathe, keep calm, and go on,
You learn on that shouted mantra of ‘keep going’
Until you find the force in the exhaustion,
As you push it away and jump to your feet.

You learn to use your voice, step up, and try,
You learn in the middle of that crushing circle,
Until you find the courage in the anxiety,
As you realize you know something worth teaching others.

And most importantly, most stunningly,
You learn to find yourself, stand proud and tall.
You learn it every day, in every tiring class,
Until you feel the kind pat on the back under the slap
As you find yourself having a second family, a second home.

It’s probably not every Krav everywhere, though I wish it was –
I wish you all knew how it was to have around
Such brilliant instructors, such amazing people.
It’s a strange feeling, when you find the persons
That you would confidently trust with your life,
And it’s an undescribable joy when you discover
That you can easily trust them with your soul too.

That’s what my Krav Maga is like –
A combat lesson for life, not for war;
Self defence against both outer and inner demons.

 

If anybody who reads this is in London and would like to give Krav a try, please let me know. I’d love to show you my ‘family’ 🙂

Between the Stars

Between each of heaven’s stars,
Counting Venus, counting Mars,
Maybe it would go unseen,
One of them leaving the scene.

Maybe to the whole of sky,
No one notice stars to die;
To my little patch of star,
Constellation from afar,

One of twinkle would mean end,
Leading night into descend,
Slight of change could be so much,
Killing planets out of touch.

Maybe to the whole of races,
Billions to ignore graces,
Death of you would be a breeze,
A soft wind inside the trees.

But to me, to those around,
Those to know your sight and sound,
Leaving us would darken night.
Who would think one star’s so bright?

So for those to feel alone,
Look around, just at your own.
Universe is made of parts;
Care rule in yours the arts.

Pieces of you

We walk around with pieces of you,
A string of something that connects us,
Usually invisible. It only start to shimmer
With a careless gesture. An automatic word.
They are things that trip up our body,
Making us pause a second after we do them,
At the physical feeling of unfamiliarity.
But they are old friends to our minds,
So we suppose we must have imagined it
And we go on, none the wiser.
They are things that make others blink strange
Because in our place flashes another face
For just a split second of recognition.
But they don’t know why, don’t see the strings,
So they assume they’re just tired,
And they go on too, none the wiser.
I do know though. I’m used to standing back
And watching. Following the patterns.
So I can see it when the strings shimmer
And I can follow them straight back to you.
It’s strange. A little impossible.
Just like yourself, I suppose,
If you could possibly have so many pieces
To have so many to give away,
Plant them inside us, and let them grow.
Wait. That would make sense, wouldn’t it?
Maybe you’re not that impossible.
Maybe every piece grows by itself,
And we only need the seed of one each.
Because I’ve watched you too.
You have other strings, running the other way,
Pieces of other people that make you up,
Some of them that you gave to us too,
Connecting us to people we’ve never met,
An ancestry of similar strangers,
A family of unknown friends.
And surely they – they couldn’t have
Such an infinity of pieces
To pass on to you to pass on to us.
I like that thought. The idea that it won’t stop
And I’ll be passing on pieces of you too,
While I’m passing on pieces of myself.
That you’ll know people before you even meet,
And I’ll understand pieces of strangers
That follow a string of somebody else
That you connected me to in the beginning.
I should thank you – thank you for the chance,
For your strings, and for your pieces.
But most of all, thank you for letting me
Turn them into my own strings, and my own pieces.