I have no time. There may be real truth in this statement. Does time actually exist or is it just a mind-made tool used to establish structures? Furthermore, these compel us to overlook the only state of existence that is real and void of clock time. It is now.
Contentment is the highest spiritual discipline. Egyes and meditation, or knowledge of scripture and Vedanta (ancient holy scriptures of the world) can help you reach the goal as quickly as contentment can. Contentment has a four happiness, it extinguishes the ego and expand the knowledge.
I would rather my descendants have greater abilities and a greater knowledge of the love of Christ than I do, much like standing on one's shoulders in order to get a clearer view of the valley.
It is ignorance that is at times incomprehensible to the wise; for instance, he may not see 'the positive person' or 'the negative person' in such a black and white way as many people do. A wise man may not understand it because, as a catalyst of wisdom, but not always wise in his own eyes, even he can learn from and give back to fools. To think that an individual has absolutely nothing to offer to the table is counter-intuitively what the wise man considers to be 'the ignorance of hopelessness'.
Over the years I have often prayed for my children’s character to flourish. I have experienced over time that God is more interested in our character than in us having a comfortable life. It is, of course, through the hard times that we grow. We cannot experience the glory without the suffering. I have noticed that when my children go through challenging experiences, they mature in different areas of their lives.
… I’ll take the sadness in my eyes and bury it into depths I’ll withstand with courage, every shadow of my harmful past And I will never lose again, just learn and win ... (Excerpted from My kind of resilience, chapter Resilience)
… I’ll feel the magic, in the blissful daylight I’ll listen to the cheerful songs of nature And I will heal my soul, with joy and love ... (Excerpted from My kind of resilience, chapter Resilience)
… I’ll celebrate the waltz of stars, in endless harmony I’ll dream with my angels, in far away lands And I will send love letters, to my future self ... (Excerpted from My kind of resilience, chapter Resilience)