on the human will.
today, i learnt that the human will is like water.
sometimes, it is weak; water that allows itself to be a prisoner of its container is like human will that is weak and restrained by its surroundings.
other times, it is strong; water that forms the ocean is wild and free, capable of anything, just as a strong human will is capable of propelling its vessel forward while it continues on in its earthly journey.
and when concentrated, it is a force to be reckoned with; water that falls as raindrops on a single spot can eventually wear down a massive rock, just as a human will that is focused and concentrated will lead one to victory. one with such an indomitable will succeed eventually, just as the raindrops are able to wear down the rock.
i have overcame myself ten times today;
i have reconciled myself with my Self ten times today;
i have i have discovered ten truths today;
i have laughed and was cheerful ten times today;
then, allow me now to rock in my cradle of forty thoughts.
slowly, my eyes grow heavy;
my vision blurring.
as i rock myself to sleep, i bid the world, "be well and goodnight, for tomorrow morn, the Lord cometh."
sometimes, it is weak; water that allows itself to be a prisoner of its container is like human will that is weak and restrained by its surroundings.
other times, it is strong; water that forms the ocean is wild and free, capable of anything, just as a strong human will is capable of propelling its vessel forward while it continues on in its earthly journey.
and when concentrated, it is a force to be reckoned with; water that falls as raindrops on a single spot can eventually wear down a massive rock, just as a human will that is focused and concentrated will lead one to victory. one with such an indomitable will succeed eventually, just as the raindrops are able to wear down the rock.
i have overcame myself ten times today;
i have reconciled myself with my Self ten times today;
i have i have discovered ten truths today;
i have laughed and was cheerful ten times today;
then, allow me now to rock in my cradle of forty thoughts.
slowly, my eyes grow heavy;
my vision blurring.
as i rock myself to sleep, i bid the world, "be well and goodnight, for tomorrow morn, the Lord cometh."
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