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JaRon Crooks' InsaneJournal:
| Sunday, October 25th, 2009 | |
| 2:36 pm | soundtrack 2 my life. Our happiness is an internal marriage; a romance between the creator and the believer in the dreamer. In that is a struggle, and in its void can be heartbreak or lonesomeness, but be galvanized by the idea that your heart may need to keep breaking 'til it opens. As the driver of my bus, I can attest there will be speed-bumps, detours, and roadblocks along the way. Dreams are meant to be big, and it is paradoxically true that the most likely way to reach a goal is to be aiming not at that goal itself but at some more ambitious goal beyond it, for distance extinguishes the small, but kindles the great. Desire, vision, and focus move your bus in the right direction. I believe we are most likely to succeed when ambition is focused on noble and worthy purposes rather than on goals set out of selfishness. Don't let making a living prevent you from making a life. And finally, if you think about it seriously, all the questions about the soul and the immortality of the soul and paradise and hell are at bottom only a way of seeing this very simple fact: that every action of ours is passed on to others according to its value, of good or evil, it passes from father to son, from one generation to the next, in a perpetual movement. Current Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b06rbCDNodM |
| Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 | |
| 9:48 pm | I'm something different in all aspects I never gave a fuck...I never a fuck about what niggas thought about me. I mean, I did but like fuck it, you know what I'm saying? You gon' love me, man.... I be that man on the moon. |
| Sunday, October 18th, 2009 | |
| 3:38 pm | "...alone is steroids, 'cause it made me strong." |
| Saturday, August 1st, 2009 | |
| 9:31 pm | I'm leaving on a jet plane... Don't know if I'll be back again. Three days 'til Africa. |
| Sunday, July 26th, 2009 | |
| 3:15 pm | Enjoy the ride. The heart acts as an emotional conductor and radiates how you are feeling to every cell in the body via the heart's electromagnetic field; this energy field can be detected up to 5 to 10 feet away. The heart's electromagnetic field is 5,000 times more powerful than the brain. |
| Sunday, July 5th, 2009 | |
| 4:17 pm | FREEP.com -- "A Place Called Home '09" DETROIT FREE PRESS Unscheduled hip-hop initiative provides teens with info By Michael J. Rochon Tribune Staff Sociologists tend to believe that the most efficient way for youth to comprehend difficult subject matter is to incorporate it with a familiar aspect they can identify with. If this philosophy holds true, as organizers of "A Place Called Home '09" are hoping, then teens and young adults from across the country will receive a thorough education on ways and means to make a difference disguised as a hip-hop event. "A Place Called Home '09", featuring a free concert, fashion show and an open mic to foster cultural awareness, will start this Wednesday in Ohio and continue Friday in Chicago, beginning at 1 p.m. at Clark Park in downtown Colombus. Other notable dates are July 18th in Los Angeles, August 4th in Palm Beach, August 5th in Miami, and for the Days of Hope and Children's Village gala over the week of August 23rd. Program director JaRon Crooks made the announcement at a July 4th press conference. Below are some excerpts from the Q&A. Q: What role did the absence of that parental influence in your own life, and your current initiatives? A: What I want to do is form a society in which we can raise ourselves; so we can become our own father figures and the big homies can become their father figures and then you grow up then it's your turn to be a father figure to another young brother. That's where I want to start. Nine times out of ten though, we would want them to be there, and they can't be depended on to be there. Now, some of the mothers can't be there because they doing their thing -- working; and I can't blame them, they gotta do what they gotta do. So I think the youth should raise themselves since they got lofty ideas about what's theirs, and their rights, what they should deserve. Since you can't whoop their asses [anymore], these [expletives] should get out and work at fifteen. I want to be apart of the generation that builds the groundwork for us to raise each other. Q: In a previous VIBE article, you mentioned an organization that you were starting with Ja'Ron Collins. What happened with that? A: It actually started a couple of years ago, tossing ideas back and forth, and then we ultimately decided to do these big events -- a fashion show, an open mic, and a free concert with either me, Ja'Ron, or one of his artists performing, to raise money to have a center in Detroit, LA, Miami, wherever, where were we can build a spot that the 'at risk' kids come to that they can call home - where they can get guidance, tutoring, love, nurturing; we're going to do a spot like that. So instead of it just being a program with me raising money and awareness, like I planned with Days of Hope, it's now kinda morphed into this program called "A Place Called Home" that I'm working closely with. There's also a program called "Celebrity Youth League" with me, Antwan Hendricks, and all of these sports figures are each going to sponsor a youth group all year in football, baseball and basketball. We sponsor the team, buy the uniforms, hire the coach and start out own little league. |
| Saturday, June 27th, 2009 | |
| 10:56 pm | The "Addicted To The Hustle Tour" and Fox Theatre present...  AP -- DETROIT, MI – The "Addicted To The Hustle Tour" has announced a special date on their upcoming tour. JMC Music Group and the legendary Fox Theatre have teamed up to bring a special performance to Detroit on Saturday, July 11, 2009. Along with the usual headlining acts of the upcoming tour, which include rappers J. Mayne, Awthentik, and Young Savage, Detroit's own JaRon Crooks has confirmed a guest appearance. He will also be hosting a private pre-performance dinner at Seldom Blues in downtown Detroit to raise awareness for his charity, the Days of Hope Foundation, which is rumored to showcase some of the event's A-list guests. "This is a unique situation, especially in these difficult economic times, where some big time sacrifices are being made for these kids," Crooks said. "Both the Fox Theater and JMC Music have made the unprecedented and inspiring decision to donate the entire proceeds of the show to helping young people all over America through the Days of Hope foundation." Tickets for the one night only event go on sale Thursday, June 25 promptly at 9:00 am (est) exclusively through Ticketmaster. All proceeds will go to the Days of Hope foundation.  |
| Sunday, June 7th, 2009 | |
| 2:37 pm | https://www.soschildrensvillages.org.uk/sponsor Today was a great day. After an amazing commitment from some of the most selfless, inspiring, and determined people I know, and a whole lot of hard work -- today, we made a difference. We were able to officially affiliate Days of Hope with SOS Children, incorporating OUR fundraising into OUR initiatives, and through SOS's established infrastructure. I lost my appreciation for Jesus at a young age, as a result of what religion can do; but he opened my eyes to the greatness of some other people. Gandhi is one of my absolute idols, and with the level of confidence and respect I have in anything he said I believe that "you must be the change you wish to see in the world." I'm thinking about a housewarming party to celebrate. Current Music: "Congratulations" -- Drake |
| Sunday, May 17th, 2009 | |
| 12:05 pm | TWITTER UPDATE looking dark-skinned from the beach and ready to go house hunting. |
| Friday, May 8th, 2009 | |
| 10:55 pm | This album's for my fans but yo, this hook is for my ex's. When you love somebody who is far away from you, and it becomes clear that either timing or the circumstance or whatever the bottom-line justification for that distance is, is going to make it necessary to be apart, then I think the mind retracts. It literally numbs and dumbs you down to the point that even the most menial of tasks are impossible to complete. I have my suits dry-cleaned, my laundry picked up and delivered -- the prospect of doing my own laundry is one of the most insufferable tasks anyone could possibly ask me to complete. But I'll be leaving even wrapped packages of freshly washed clothes in piles on my floor. Weeks will go by and I won't unpack them. I can't stand to be in a grocery store, or in public in general. I just like to keep my mind occupied with work, and with music, and with a few select close friends who help pass the time before I can take a couple Ambiens, roll up a J and just coast. Wake up to vyvanse and sertraline in the morning. Rinse, dry, repeat. And the sick part is my productivity is reaping the rewards. A colleague of mine gave me an article from the Science News that said: "A recent brain imaging study by Kuhn and his colleagues, for example, revealed which regions of the brain are active when people watch a magician do something impossible, such as make a coin disappear. Another group’s work in monkeys suggests that two separate kinds of brain cells are critical to visual attention. One group of cells enhances focus on what a person is paying attention to, and the other actively represses interest in everything else. A magician’s real trick, then, may lie in coaxing the suppressing brain cells so that a spectator ignores the performer’s actions precisely when and where required." It's like I've always had this feeling that finding somebody just a little bit better than yourself, someone who can be strong where you are weak, and creating another life more valuable and more important than your own -- that that was the meaning of life, right there, and I needed to do my part in it. So I've been searching, and I felt like I've found that woman -- those women -- and yet here I am. Grown and single. Still focused on my job. Still knowing nothing makes an opportunity develop like money. I'm just stacking chips waiting to go all in. |
| Monday, April 20th, 2009 | |
| 4:20 pm | I could eat a star. Happy Holidays! Current Mood: hiiigh Current Music: Bone Thugs - "Budsmokers Only" |
| Wednesday, April 15th, 2009 | |
| 4:20 pm | Wow. I'm still waiting on the blood tests, but with eyes that beautiful she almost has to be mine. See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter. But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her. This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me, Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe. Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much suffering, I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my brother And I cried tears of joy, I know he smiles on his boy. Current Mood: awe |
| Monday, March 23rd, 2009 | |
| 8:27 pm | Gangster Tears Though I'm broken hearted, women done left me hopeless in darkness Smoking, drifting in sickness, stand by oceans to watch the sun glisten... I'm soul searching, I'm so hurting What happens when money don't make you happy? I wish this on no person. Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements -- I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity, save it. I'm crying... |
| 8:15 pm | |
| Monday, February 16th, 2009 | |
| 1:17 am | Time for a change...  |
| Friday, January 16th, 2009 | |
| 1:42 pm | Esquire Magazine; February 2009 7 Things I've Learned: JaRon Crooks 1. Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors. I never met my mother or my father. The only family I've ever known was my little brother, Isiah. I called him Zeke because we loved the Pistons and Isiah Thomas, and we were unbelievably close. We did everything together, we relied on each other. He was my best friend. Especially growing up in Children's Village, we always had each other as a roommate, which saved us from a lot of trouble. But we went through a lot, both of us -- being so young, so defenseless, the women supposed to be looking after us, our "Aunties," would pay us "special visits" after lights-out. While all of that was going on, we watched as nearly every white housemate, ones who had been there not even six months sometimes, packed their bags and left with their new families. And on countless occasions when things went bad, we were made the example of because the marks from the belt were less noticeable the darker the skin. 2. The good die young. Could it think, the heart would stop beating. When I was a sophomore in high school, I scored 43 points in a game against a private school in a holiday tournament. One of the player's parents from the other team heard that I was a foster kid, and whether it was out of the goodness of his own heart or the fact that he wanted me to play on his son's teams, I didn't really care. Later that year, Zeke recorded his first song on the O'Brien's home computer, about playing ball, and he made his beat with a big emphasis on the snare drum and a looped sample of Biggie's Things Done Changed -- "wicked jump shot, wicked-wicked jump shot." He made me hear music. He could hear a song once on the radio and imitate the beat on the table with his fist and a pen, to a T, and the O'Briens used to go crazy when they first heard him do it; they really tried to encourage him. They had a deal with him where they would schedule him piano lessons if he took his medication, and they always were telling him about all the great artists with depression -- they had him read Mark Twain, Edgar Allen Poe, Dickens, and Keats; they'd always play Mozart, or Elton John, James Taylor. It was his escape. But he was really badly depressed, and he stubbornly refused to stay on antidepressants. He would sit in his room for days, with the lights off, just writing rhymes, and cadences, and mythical collaborations. He's my inspiration, my motivation. I read Shakespeare and he spoke to me -- "My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul. A heavier task could not have been imposed than I to speak my griefs unspeakable." For everything I touch, he touches. For every step I take, he takes. For every breath I breathe, he breathes. Every dollar I make, he makes. I told him we'd make it to the sunshine one day, he just got there a little quicker. 3. Friends come and go; because fear is stronger than love. So I don't have friends, I have family. You're either my all-the-way family or just somebody on the outside. You are who you surround yourself with. I moved to the city twelve credits away from graduating from college and was blessed to run into some genuinely amazing people. Smart, successful, down to earth people who were open to embrace this kid with no car, no job, and no money. I met Leilani and she would let me come into her restaurant and eat for free because she knew I couldn't afford to pay. Dex Kasady listened to my production demo, and even though he didn't buy a single one, he let me engineer some of his projects in exchange for time in the booth. Those two people helped change my life; they could see the spark and ended up financing my last semester. To this day, I would do anything for either of them, because they were there for me in a time of my life where I could have really easily made the wrong turn. Instead, I was a college graduate with a degree and a good friend who started encouraging me to forget about making beats and just use all of those words I had to rap. I never expected it would take off like it did. After my first two independent mixtapes, I dropped "The Renaissance" and "Hip Hop Scriptures" in the same year and Spike Lee asked me to play Huey Newton in "The Original Black Panthers." It all happened so fast, from nothing to something. I never really hung with anybody, and suddenly I had fifty friends, industry friends. I was going to the Oscars with Neferteri. Owners box at the Heat game with Amanda. The most incredible VIP treatment at every club with Cory, with Joey Edmonds -- superstars. And I got caught up in it. I started working with Ja'Ron Collins, with Jaeden, and we became close. I never had a family, and they were family to each other so I naively hoped I could be a part of what they had. Next thing I knew, I was carrying a gun for the first time in my life. My raps changed, lost substance. My relationships deteriorated. I lost my sense of self. Coming to grips with my past, it was hard. I don't feel like what I did was so evil, I just feel like the way I was living, and my mentality, was part of my progression to be a man. I don't regret the things I did because they taught me lessons, they shaped me into who I am now. The lesson I learned at Red Army Studios on that April day, that pain -- not the pain of the shots, but the pain of what it feels like to be betrayed -- it made me a better man. It's not your enemy who gets you, it's always your own people. The only people I fuck with now are the old heads -- Jace Davis, Marcus Powe. The real niggas, Premo Vasquez, Antwan Hendricks. And the people who have always, always stayed down for me, my best friend Divine. 4. Trying to squash a rumor is like trying to unring a bell. People Magazine falsely reported I was sleeping with Brooklyn Lopez, when at the time her husband was one of my close friends and mentors. They dragged my name through the mud and back. It seemed like if there was a celebrity who I knew, single or not, I was having sex with her. By the time "The Original Black Panthers" hit the big screen, my publicist told me to stop suing these magazines and TV shows for libel because of the exposure I was getting. But I never wanted to be famous, especially not after experiencing the side effects. There was vicious rumor after vicious rumor, to the point that it destroyed some of my most treasured friendships. And if the truth ever came to the light, it was a page 33 retraction below an advertisement for renewing your subscription. 5. Our country has a ways to go and needs ways to grow. Malcolm X said that it is impossible for capitalism to survive, primarily because the system of capitalism needs some blood to suck. Capitalism used to be like an eagle, but now it's more like a vulture. It used to be strong enough to go and suck anybody's blood whether they were strong or not. But now it has become more cowardly, like the vulture, and it can only suck the blood of the helpless. We talk a lot about Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., but it's time to be like them, as strong as them. They were mortal men like us and everyone of us can be like them. I think you can listen to one of my records and see -- "We're an economic superpower because this country was built on the backs of slaves / The plantation turned to projects, scraps from master's table turned to minimum wage / The "Wade in the Water" spirituals turned into "Jesus Saves" / And the public hangings in the South turned into concrete graves / From the days masters whipped backs for singing of spirituals / Fearing one day those voices come together, blacks that hear it rule / Because the words they sang transcended all the chains and plantations / The hope that they conjured ensured their descendants spanned nations." These are my words! I wrote an essay for Rolling Stone about the presence of racism, how they cripple the bird's wing, and then condemn it for not flying as fast as they do. I rapped, "Fair and unbiased, not the way the school system is designed / Underpaid teachers, subpar facilities, guess why our test scores are behind. Tell me why more black kids don't dream of being lawyers or physicians / There's more ways than selling crack to pay for college tuition / The choke hold of oppressors trying to lull you into submission / They claiming Jim Crow laws were finally put out of commission / And yet minorities keep struggling to be granted college admission." You can't drive a knife into a man's back nine inches, pull it out six inches, and call it progress. 6. In things essential, unity; in doubtful, liberty; in all things, charity. I always wanted to do more than just make money. A lot of entertainers I know, they get rich and all it does is stoke their fire, their drive to get more money. It's become an epidemic, really. In the hood, everybody wants to drive a Beamer or a Benz. Then once you can afford a Benz, you want a Range. You might have the Range, and you want a Bentley. I rode the bus even when I had an album in stores. After I built my first studio in a high rise downtown, I lived in it for eighteen months. Go through my entire catalogue of music -- five albums -- and see if you can find a single bar of me bragging about a car I drive, or how much money I spent on a chain. Maybe it'd be different if I felt like there were people I need to impress, but after I made a million dollars, I realized living in opulence was not going to make me happy; and it definitely wasn't going to nourish my soul. I left everything behind after I was set-up and shot a few years ago. I moved to Bora Bora and got dark skinned for a few months -- doing nothing but chilling on the beach with a nappy ass afro, swimming in the ocean, and meditating. Oh, and smoking a lot of weed. Once I removed myself from the destructive rap environment, from the depressing, self-hating young black environment, I realized that I had been blessed with an incredible opportunity to do something with my life. The day I got back to the U.S., I went to work on creating my charity, The Days of Hope foundation, which is dedicated to connecting the wealth of the small, privileged percentage in black entertainment to the communities who need it most, with a focus on providing inspiration and avenues for children in circumstances like mine growing up. 7. Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it, and live the phrase "Sky's the limit." Confidence has no budget. Even ten years ago, before anybody knew my name or recognized me on the street, I could talk my way into a Wall Street office or a street corner blunt rotation. I always knew I was going to be something, I just didn't know what. I had too unique of a circumstace to fail, and a little angel on my shoulder who still whispers in my ear whenever I feel tired, telling me to keep pushing. Like Pac said, reality is wrong. Dreams are for real. Whatever good things you build end up building you. Nobody can give you happiness. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you're a man, you take it. Be bold. Take risks, when your heart tells you to. Learn from your mistakes, and try not to repeat them. You grow, we all grow, we're made to grow. You either evolve or disappear. If from what I've been through, I can make it to where I am now -- Grammy award winning artist, song of the year, album of the year, starring in a Spike Lee joint, writing a book of poetry, falling in love, traveling the world, making my brother proud -- then with persistence, dedication, and a lucky break, anybody can be anything. Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. |
| Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 | |
| 5:02 pm | Still A Race Many people I know cried when Barack Obama was elected as the President of the United States. It was undoubtedly a monumental event in the history of our country, in the history of our lives. I don't want to get too much into politics, but the sentiment around the globe was one of joy and renewed hope for a black man assuming the position of the leader of the free world. Some people even had the naivety to proclaim that it was the final grand gesture to solidify the notion white people had been saying for years, that racism was dead! The two Neo-nazis that plotted a cross-country killing spree culminating with Obama's assassination are the extreme examples. The thousands of Facebook statuses bemoaning our new "nigger president" are the personal examples. The scariest part is that it's the statements that aren't made, the feelings that aren't expressed, the thoughts that aren't considered, that actually affect us most. It started long ago. When Congress passed the Social Security Act in 1935, it gaurenteed income for millions of people after retirement -- just not domestic or agricultural workers, many of whom just coincidentally happened to be minorities working the only jobs they were afforded. The U.S. property appraisal system of the 1930s tied property value and eligibility for government loans to race: all-white neighborhoods received the government's highest property value ratings, and white people were eligible for government loans. For the next thirty years, less than 2% of government-subsidized housing went to non-white people. Since minority workers were not guaranteed an income after retirement and their property value was implicitly lower than whites, our grandparents had less opportunity to save, accumulate, and pass wealth on to future generations. So while slavery ended over a hundred years ago, and segregation forty years ago, the long-term effects do not magically disappear. Education is supposed to be the great equalizer, but where is the equality? School funds are based on the property taxes in the surrounding areas, and a school located in a low income black neighborhood cannot afford the new textbooks that a school located in middle to high income neighborhood. Many schools are forced to use old textbooks passed down from other schools and barely provide a living wage for their teachers. Yet it was deemed "unconstitutional" for the University of Michigan to provide affirmative action for qualified black applicants. That's the fair thing to do, after all. In Malcolm Gladwell's book "Blink," he maintains that we "blink" when we think without thinking. We do that by "thin-slicing," using limited information to come to our conclusion. For example, Gladwell claims that prejudice is so unconsciously woven into our society that, despite intentions, it can affect our blinks. Gladwell suggests this is why tall people are frequently seen as natural leaders. And, in the case of the Amadou Diallo, Gladwell claims it is why four policemen incorrectly thin-sliced a situation and wound up killing an innocent man by mistake. On February 4, 1999, four New York City policemen shot and killed Amadou Diallo in his Bronx apartment building, they were, it would seem, reacting instinctively to cues that made them behave as if Diallo were a predator: his presence as a black man on his building's stoop late at night. The environment supplies the cues, and at the moment of decision, their reaction: forty-one shots fired in less than two minutes. When you grow up in an society where the negative stereotypes are constantly being reaffirmed, with an expectation for incarceration is greater than for graduation, it is natural to see the distorted understanding of the messages about their own abilities and intrinsic worth, or lack thereof. And how can they believe in themselves? How can you expect a black boy to aspire to run a major company when fewer than one percent of Fortune 500 companies are led by black CEOs. It becomes in inescapable cycle that has manifested itself in our youth's obsession with materialism; Polo, Gucci, Louis, Bentley -- these are the things our generation aspires towards, because that's what they see when they turn on the TV and see a successful black man or walk to their corner and see the pimps and hustlers. I'm reminded of the scene from the movie Traffic. The young man inquires: "Ok, right now, all over this great nation of ours, a hundred thousand white people from the suburbs are cruisin' around downtown asking every black person they see 'You got any drugs? You know where I can score some drugs?' Think about the effect that that has on the psyche of a black person, on their possibilities. I guarantee you bring a hundred thousand black people into your neighborhood, into fuckin' Indian Hills, and they're asking every white person they see 'You got any drugs? You know where I can score some drugs?', within a day everyone would be selling. Your friends. Their kids. Here's why: it's an unbeatable market force, man. It's a three-hundred percent markup value. You can go out on the street and make five-hundred dollars in two hours, come back and do whatever you want to do with the rest of your day and, I'm sorry, you're telling me that -- you're telling me that white people would still be going to law school?" Now for some poor kid who is too small to sling rock, his flow is weak, and he doesn't have a wicked jump shot, in sets the acceptance that what the Republicans are saying about you being lazy and dumb. Slowly but surely, in seeps an aspiration to have it easier, an unconscious self-hatred of your own race's women, resignation, helplessness and ultimately, hopelessness. Now why can't these kids just be stronger, use it as motivation, and break the negative stereotypes? While some do, these stereotypes have perpetuated the general public's beliefs that were shaped during slavery and maintained through segregation. They also shape views of crime, crime policy, and welfare policy. A substantial percentage of white individuals rate blacks and Latinos as less intelligent, having greater preference to live off welfare, and harder to get along with socially. My life? My life has been hard. I'm still here, though. The person I love most is not, though, and I'll tell you about that next time. |
| Tuesday, January 6th, 2009 | |
| 5:40 pm | Limbo Everytime I fall in love with a woman I don't fall in love with the woman she is, I fall in love with the woman she could be. I haven't found a woman yet that has met up to my standards. And I'm sure I don't fit up to everyone's standards. Now I said I haven't found one yet, but I have found one that I think has the potential to be the rawest woman in the world. I feel like it's natural for a man especially being black to feel like he's the king and he's looking for his queen. That's where I'm at right now. You can't be a king until you've made yourself; until you've done something. And I've accomplished my goals that made me a man. Now I feel like I'm a man, now I set out goals to make me a king. Not a king of anyone else but me. Nobody else is under my rule but me. I made my self into a king, now I need a queen to be happy so I can be a teacher and a father, I can't be that until I find a queen. So I'm stuck in limbo. |
| 8:51 am | Wisdom To call woman the weaker sex is a libel; it is man's injustice to woman. If by strength is meant brute strength, then, indeed, is woman less brute than man. If by strength is meant moral power, then woman is immeasurably man's superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she not more self-sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? Without her, man could not be. If nonviolence is the law of our being, the future is with woman. Who can make a more effective appeal to the heart than woman? |
| Saturday, January 3rd, 2009 | |
| 9:27 am | Food for Thought Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment. We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment. Make measurable progress in reasonable time. Don't wish it were easier, wish you were better. Failure is simply a few errors in judgment, repeated every day. If you go to work on your goals, your goals will go to work on you. If you go to work on your plan, your plan will go to work on you. Whatever good things we build end up building us. Money and success is usually attracted, not pursued. Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else’s hands, but not you. |