Life is filled with times when we have to make decisions.
Very often, many hesitate when the need arises due to fear of making a bad one.
The fear of making a bad decision arises from the reluctance to face the consequences.
However...
The important thing is not how good or bad a decision is....but whether any decision is made at all. We paused to think only when there are incoming evidence that could assist us in making a better decision.
So let us not fear the consequences....instead...we should make the best effort to follow through our decisions.
Life has always been such....isnt it?....not knowing what lies ahead...put in the best effort and see where we end up.....for every day is a new hope!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Funeral Blues - Stop All the Clocks
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W.H.Auden
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W.H.Auden
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