In the early eighteenth century, a young man in London aspired to be a writer. But everything seemed to be against him. He had never been able to attend school for more than four years. His father had been flung in jail because he couldn’t pay his debts, and this young man often knew the pangs of hunger. Finally, he got a job pasting labels on bottles of blacking in a rat-infested warehouse, and he slept at night in a dismal attic room with two other boys– guttersnipes from the slums of London. He had so little confidence in his ability to write that he sneaked out and mailed his first manuscript in the dead of night so nobody would laugh at him. Story after story was refused. But he continued to write in as hope in despair without much anticipating that someday, somehow, someone will recognise his efforts. Sometimes all we need is to put every burden aside and follow our passion. It is soothing to every hardship that we go through every day in our lives and help us to prepare for the next hour.
And there came a day when an editor agreed to recognise his work without paying him. He was so thrilled that he wandered aimlessly around the streets with tears rolling down his cheeks. You may have heard of that boy. His name was Charles Dickens.
There was a man whose house was haunted by evil spirits, He did everything to drive them out, but he failed. Then he decided to leave his house, packed all things on a wagon and started driving away to settle somewhere else.
Along the way, he met a friend and the friend asked, “where are you going?”
Before he answered, a voice came out of wagon, ” we are trekking, we are leaving our house.”
Moral: Problems cannot be sorted out by running away from them. Face them instead, the longer you endure, higher the probability to attain a solution.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
Excerpt from the famous speech of Franklin D Roosevelt, “Citizenship In A Republic”. Delivered at the Sorbonne, in Paris, France on 23 April 1910.
“A blazing fire makes flame and brightness out of everything that is thrown into it.”
A lazy tramp sauntering along the road saw an old man sitting at the door of his house and stopped to inquire of him the whereabouts of a certain place. “How far is such and such a village?” he asked.
The old man remained silent.
The man repeated his query several times. Still, there was no answer. Disgusted at this, the traveller turned to go away. The old man then stood up and said, “The village of __ is only a mile from here.”
“What!” said the tramp, “Why did you not speak when I asked you before?”
“Because then“, said the old man. “you seemed so halting and careless about proceeding, but now you are starting off in good earnest, and you have a right to an answer.”