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The little fluit

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Thou hast made me endless,
such is thy pleasure.
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again,
and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast
carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it
melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch
of thy hands my little heart loses
its limits in joy and gives birth
to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on
these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest,
and still there is room to fill.

By Rabindranath Tagore

Person hindering your growth is dead !

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One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written:
“Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral”.

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself.

The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up.

Everyone thought: “Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!”

One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.

There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone w…

Self Esteem

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"No one can hurt you without your consent"
On the first day, as President Abraham Lincoln entered to give his inaugural address, just in the middle, one man stood up. He was a rich aristocrat. He said, “Mr. Lincoln, you should not forget that your father used to make shoes for my family.” And the whole Senate laughed; they thought they had made a fool of Abraham Lincoln.
But Lincoln --- and that type of people are made of a totally different mettle. Lincoln looked at the man and said, “Sir I know that my father used to make shoes in your house for your family, and there will be many others here…. Because the way he made shoes; nobody else can. He was a creator. His shoes were not just shoes; he poured his whole soul in it. I want to ask you, have you any complaint? Because I know how to make shoes myself. If you have any complaint I can make another pair of shoes. But as far as I know, nobody has ever complained about my father’s shoes. He was a genius, a great creator an…

You can if you think you can

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If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you like to win, but you think you can't,
It is almost certain you won't.

If you think you'll lose, you're lost,
For out in the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow's will.
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are,
You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But soon or late the man who wins,
Is the man who thinks he can.

~: Unknown :~


This, too, shall pass away !

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Art thou in misery, brother ?
Then I pray Be comforted.
Thy grief shall pass away.

Art thou elated ?
Ah, be not too gay; Temper thy joy:
this, too, shall pass away.

Art thou in danger ?
Still let reason sway, And cling to hope:
this, too, shall pass away.

Tempted art thou ?
In all thine anguish lay One truth to heart:
this, too, shall pass away.

Do rays of loftier glory round thee play ?
Kinglike art thou ?
This, too, shall pass away !

Whate’er thou art, wher’er thy footsteps stray,
Heed these wise words: This, too, shall pass away.

By Paul Hamilton Hayne

Invictus

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Out of the night that covers me,  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,  
I thank whatever gods may be  
For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced nor cried aloud.  
Under the bludgeonings of chance  
My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears  
Looms but the Horror of the shade,  
And yet the menace of the years  
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate,  
How charged with punishments the scroll.  
I am the master of my fate,  
I am the captain of my soul. 

By William Ernest Henley