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NO.1 Youth
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks,red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will,a quality of the imagination,a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity,of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin,but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.Worry,fear,self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16,there is in every human being鈥檚 heart the lure of wonders,the unfailing appetite for what鈥檚 next and the joy of the game of living.In the center of your heart and my heart,there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty,hope,courage and power from man and from the infinite,so long as you are young.
When your aerials are down,and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism,then you鈥檝e grown old,even at 20; but as long as your aerials are up,to catch waves of optimism,there鈥檚 hope you may die young at 80.
NO.2 Three Days to See(Excerpts)
Three Days to See
All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live.Sometimes it was as long as a year,sometimes as short as 24 hours.But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed hero chose to spend his last days or his last hours.I speak,of course,of free men who have a choice,not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking,wondering what we should do under similar circumstances.What events,what experiences,what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings,what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow.Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life.We should live each day with gentleness,vigor and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come.There are those,of course,who would adopt the Epicurean motto of 鈥淓at,drink,and be merry鈥?But most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune,but almost always his sense of values is changed.He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values.It has often been noted that those who live,or have lived,in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us,however,take life for granted.We know that one day we must die,but usually we picture that day as far in the future.When we are in buoyant health,death is all but unimaginable.We seldom think of it.The days stretch out in an endless vista.So we go about our petty tasks,hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy,I am afraid,characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses.Only the deaf appreciate hearing,only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight.Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life.But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties.Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily,without concentration and with little appreciation.It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it,of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life.Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
NO.3
What I Have Lived For
Three passions,simple but overwhelmingly strong,have governed my life:the longing for love,the search for knowledge,and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.These passions,like great winds,have blown me hither and thither,in a wayward course,over a deep ocean of anguish,reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love,first,because it brings ecstasy---ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy.I have sought it,next,because it relieves loneliness---that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss.I have sought it,finally,because in the union of love I have seen,in a mystic miniature,the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined.This is what I sought,and though it might seem too good for human life,this is what---at last---I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge.I have wished to understand the hearts of men.I have wished to know why the stars shine.And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux.A little of this,but not much,I have achieved.
Love and knowledge,so far as they were possible,led upward toward the heavens.But always it brought me back to earth.Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart.Children in famine,victims tortured by oppressors,helpless old people a hated burden to their sons,and the whole world of loneliness,poverty,and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.I long to alleviate the evil,but I cannot,and I too suffer.
This has been my life.I have found it worth living,and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.
NO.4
When Love Beckons You
When love beckons to you,follow him,though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you,yield to him,though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you,believe in him,though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
But if,in your fear,you would seek only love鈥檚 peace and love鈥檚 pleasure,then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love鈥檚 threshing-floor,into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,but not all of your laughter,and weep,but not all of your tears.Love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself.Love possesses not,nor would it be possessed,for love is sufficient unto love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.But if you love and must have desires,let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love鈥檚 ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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