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What Are Your Goals, Dreams and Visions?

What Are Your Goals, Dreams and Visions?



So many people just exist; they have no goals, desires or aspirations. They may have been ambitious at one time in their life but ran into disappointments, detours and failures. After awhile they chose not to reach for the stars and settled for the mundane.  

Michelangelo Buonarroti, Painter, sculptor, architect and poet once said: “The greater danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.”


In most instances, that which lies within each of us is much more than we ever come to know. We give in to mediocre and find ourselves settling for less than we are capable of. 


We dared to dream as children and then meet up with real life as adults and relinquish our visions as unreal possibilities. It is a shame we often cease living, learning and achieving and meet a premature demise. We become comfortable in less and determine the work to become more is not worth the effort. The possibility of attaining greatness becomes an unattainable desire of our own decision. We give up on ourselves and our dreams and possibilities. Oh, what greatness goes undiscovered, what possibilities lay covered with fear and lack of ambition.


Perhaps you have run into people who lacked faith in you, and your abilities, putting doubt on any dreams or visions you shared with them. You are not the observation others have of you; you are the thoughts you have, the actions you take. Others are not in control of your dreams and visions; they can not diminish your desires. You alone are in charge of what you do with your life.


Some dreams and visions may be selfish ambition and you’ll run into other people’s resentments. Some of your achievements may be growth, and others may demonstrate jealousy. Some desires may include a few other people, but benefit many. We should choose our aspirations carefully and determine their merit before we bring them into fruition. For dreams that see mountaintops benefit others, are seen by many, and last through the years. 


Many of our achievements are the legacy we leave behind when we depart this earth. But many people never live the legacy they want to leave. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. once said, “Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.”


We should always sit goals, and we should desire to continue to achieve and pursue dreams and visions no matter our age. Dreams are not just for the young. Achievements in life should continue until life has ended.


We need to learn to live life to the fullest until our last breath. We should live while we are alive, leaving our demise filled with so many meaningful breaths of living, others will envy the life that we lead, not the things that we accumulated. 


No one would attempt to go on a trip without directions or a map, following the roads leading to their destination. So we should not live our life without sitting goals and following our dreams. 


Remember you have not reached your destination until you have drawn your last breath. And remember today’s actions are the ingredients of which dreams are made. So make your dreams come true by sitting goals and acting on your passions and visions, making them a part of your life and future legacy that will live on. “Things” will be forgotten but you through your achievements can live on forever.



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The Boy with the Low I.Q.

The Boy with the Low I.Q.



‘Some day you will find what your special gift is and when you do, you will make your parents very proud of you’

One of the worst evils of today is the exaggerated importance given to so-called intelligence tests. Many other qualities besides agility in answering trick questions go into the making of human personality. A man can fail all the tests and make a wonderful life. Let me tell you what happened to a young Canadian boy.

Call him Johnnie Martin. He was the son of a carpenter, and his mother worked as a housekeeper. They lived frugal lives, saving their money for the day when they could send their son to college. Johnnie had reached the second year in high school when the blow fell. A psychologist attached to the school called the young man, just reached sixteen, into his private office and this is what he said.

‘Johnnie, I’ve been studying your marks and I’ve gone over your various tests in motor and sensory impressions – your physical examination.  I’ve made a very careful study of you and your achievements.’

‘I’ve been trying hard,’ put in Johnnie.

‘That’s just the trouble.’ said the psychologist.

‘You have worked very hard indeed – but it has not helped. You just don’t seem able to get ahead in your studies. You’re just not cut out for it, and for you to remain in high school would, in my opinion, be a waste of time.’

The boy buried his face in his hands.

‘This will be hard on my mother and father,’ he said. ‘Their one idea is for me to be a college man.’

The psychologist laid his hand on the boy’s shoulder. ‘People have different kinds of talents, Johnnie,’ he said.’

‘There are painters who were never able to learn the multiplication table, and engineers who can’t sing on key. But every one of us has something special – and you are no exception. Some day you will find what your special gift is and when you do, you will make your parents very proud of you.’

Johnnie never went back to school. Jobs were scarce in town, but he managed to keep busy mowing the lawns of the householders and puttering in their flower-beds. And then a curious thing happened.  Before long his customers began to notice that Johnnie had what they called a ‘green thumb’. The plants he tended grew and blossomed, and the rose trees blossomed. He fell into the habit of making suggestions for re-arranging the tiny front-yard landscapes. He had an eye for colour and could make surprising combinations that pleased the eye.

One day while he was down town he happened to notice a stretch of unused land behind the city hall. Chance or fate or whatever you may like to call it brought one of the town’s alderman round the corner just at that moment. Impetuously the boy said, ‘I can make a garden out of this dump, if you’ll let me.’

‘The town’s got no money for frills,’ said the alderman.

‘I don’t want any money for it,’ said the boy – ‘I just want to do it.’

The alderman, being a politician, was astounded to find anyone who did not want money, under any and all circumstances. He took Johnnie into an office, and when the young man came out he had the authority to clean up the public eyesore. That very afternoon he borrowed extra tools and seeds and soil. Someone gave him a few young trees to plant.  When others heard of it they offered rose-bushes and even a hedge. Then the town’s leading manufacturer heard of it, and volunteered to supply some benches.

Before long the dreary old dump had become a little park. There were grassy lawns and little curving walks and restful seats and little house for birds. All the towns people were talking about what a lovely improvement the young man had made.

But it was also a kind of show window for Johnnie. People saw the result of his skill and knew him for a natural landscape gardener.

That was twenty five years ago. Today Johnnie is the head of a prosperous business in landscape gardening. His customers extend into neighbouring provinces.

Johnnie still cannot speak French or translate Latin, trigonometry is unknown to him. But colour and light and lovely prospects are his bread and butter. His aging parents are proud of Johnnie, for he is not only a success – a man of affairs and a member of the best clubs in town – he has also made his part of the world a lovelier place to live in. Where ever he and his men go, they spread beauty before the eyes of people.

Source – Modern Parables by Fulton Oursler.



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An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.



Of course , the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.



“I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.” The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” “That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.””For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”



Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.


You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.


So, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

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Because you were given problems, doesn’t mean they are meant to destroy you. Maybe the process of healing, changing and getting better will make you stronger! Overcoming adversity sometimes brings to the surface your inner strengths, and endurance you never knew you had.


There are times when you believe you have the world’s worst problems. You may feel surely there is no one below you on the misery scale. You may feel you are unluckier than that bug that just got squished on the windshield. Remember this, everyone in the world feels that way at times. That’s why it’s so reassuring to realize that we aren’t that unfortunate after all, in comparison to others.


Never underestimate that the world is a continuously changing place. Never undervalue the fact that things can change for the better.


There is a Jewish proverb that says, “He who is rich, is happy with what he has.”


Try to appreciate what you do have that others don’t, and set attainable goals that will make you better and happier.


If I had a magic wand, I would wave it and erase your painful memories of the past. Oh!… how I wish you could start living in the present and the future and let go of bygones…easier said than done. But I am an optimist, and I feel someday soon there will be an epiphany, and you will emerge like a butterfly from a cocoon, as a new and happy person.

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Three Mirrors

Mirror No. 1…You see yourself, but from your very own perspective. Smart, handsome, sexy, well liked, admired, respected…and lots of other admirable qualities too.


Mirror No. 2…This is the mirror you will find at an amusement park. A trick mirror that shows you in all kinds of ridiculous reflections that are soooo funny; there you are… extra short, tall and skinny, really fat. You almost fall down laughing and you feel good. And this is partly because you sense the pleasure that comes from being able to laugh at yourself because you know it’s not a real reflection; you are able to hoot at yourself and not suffer loss of your esteem.


Mirror No. 3…



This mirror should come with a warning that says, “Do Not Look — May Cause Deep Pain.” This is the reflected image of you that other people see in clear perspective. You can’t handle the curiosity factor, so despite the warning, you look anyway. Oh My God! Did you see the dark side? Did you see the anguish and hurt you caused others. Did you also see, off in the background, your spouse, your children, your relatives, your friends, and do you see the tell-tale pain in their faces?


If you have a conscience which awakens you from a long sleep and shouts in your ear , “Hey! Wake up! Mirror No. 3 is being the most truthful,” then it will be difficult and painful to believe what is being reflected. But if the realization hits you that this is the truth… then it will be an arduous task to remove the scar that just seared your heart.


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