Testing for gossip

The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.

In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, “Do you know what I just heard about your friend?”

“Hold on a minute,” Socrates replied. “Before telling me anything I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”

“Triple filter?”

“That’s right,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. That’s why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”

“No,” the man said, “Actually I just heard about it and …”

“All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?”

“No, on the contrary…”

“So,” Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left: the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?”

“No, not really …”

“Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?”

The American dream

Nothing is impossible. The word itself says ‘I’m possible!

An American businessman was standing at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish. “How long did it take you to catch them?” the American asked. “Only a little while” the Mexican replied. “Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” the American then asked. “I have enough to support my family’s immediate needs” the Mexican said. “But” the American then asked, “What do you do with the rest of your time?” The Mexican fisherman said: “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor.” The American scoffed: “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds you could buy a bigger boat and, with the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own can factory. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise.” The Mexican fisherman asked: “But senor, how long will this all take?” To which the American replied: “15-20 years.” “But what then, senor?” The American laughed and said: “That’s the best part. When the time is right, you would announce an IPO – an Initial Public Offering – and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.” “Millions, senor? Then what?” The American said slowly: “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos…”

Joy

You are who you are meant to be. Dance as if no one’s watching. Love as if it’s all you know. Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.

“We find greatest joy, not in getting, but in expressing what we are…Men do not really live for honors or for pay; their gladness is not in the taking and holding, but in the doing, the striving, the building, the living.  It is a higher joy to teach than to be taught.  It is good to get justice but better to do it; fun to have things but more to make them.  The happy man is he who lives the life of love; not for the honors it may bring, but for life itself.”

No Charge

You do not find the happy life. You make it.

One little boy came up to his mother and handed her a piece of paper. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it: – For cleaning up my room this week Rs.05.00 – Baby-sitting for my kid brother Rs.10.00 – For going to the store for you Rs.02.00 – Taking out the garbage Rs.00.50 – For getting a good report card Rs.10.00 – For helping in kitchen Rs.00.25 Total owed: Rs.27.75 His mother looked at him standing there, expectantly. She picked up the pen, turned the paper over and wrote: – Nine months I carried you while you were inside me : No Charge – The times I’ve sat with you, doctored and prayed for you : No Charge – For all the tears that you’ve caused through the years : No Charge – For all the nights that were filled with dread and the worries : No Charge I know were ahead – For the toys, food, cloth, and even wiping your nose, there’s : No Charge – And when you add it all up, the full cost of real love is : No Charge When the son finished reading what his mother had written there were great big tears in his eyes. He looked straight at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote, “PAID IN FULL”. Love-filled actions should always be unconditional.

The Gift Of Love

Happiness is not something readymade. It comes from your own actions.

The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 3-year old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became angry when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, “Don’t you know when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside it?” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty, I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for many years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family or God. Nobody’s love for us is less, our expectations are more!

Should We Take Risk Or Not?

You learn more from failure than from success. Don’t let it stop you. Failure builds character.

Two seeds lay side by side in the fertile soil. The first seed says, ” I want to grow! I want to send my roots deep into the soil beneath me, and push my sprouts through the earth’s crust above me….. I want to unfurl my tender buds like banners to announce the arrival of spring…..I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face and the blessing of the morning dew on my petals.” And so she grew. The second seed says, ” I am afraid. If I send my roots into the ground below, I don’t know what I will encounter in the dark. If I push my way through the hard soil above me, I may damage my delicate sprouts….what if I let my buds open and a snail tries to eat them? And if I were to open my blossoms, a small child may pull me from the ground. No, it is much better for me to wait inside the soil until it is safe.” And so she waited. A hen scratching around in the ground for food found the waiting seed and promptly ate it.