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Purpose of life and Life of Purpose
- Let’s talk about purpose.
- It’s a word that gets thrown around a lot, and rarely understood. What is purpose? What does it mean to have a life purpose? First of all purpose means that we are devoted to something GREATER than ourselves.
- GREATER than surviving and making money.
- GREATER than looking good to other people.
- Having a purpose means we are connected to something that will last beyond our death.
- Purpose is a force of nature for a worthy cause that makes a real difference in the world – and only we can decide what that is.
- The funny thing is – power of purpose becomes most obvious when we LOSE our PURPOSE.
- We become like ships adrift at sea, unsure of where we are going.
- Without clear purpose, we become susceptible to falling off the path.
- Without a purpose, things seem to stop mattering.
- Nihilism takes hold.
- We begin to make bad choices.
- Who cares if we eat burgers and stop meditating? Nothing matters anyway!
- Who cares if we show up 100% for our family? It’s not a big deal!
- Feel like giving up on the things we are working on? Oh well!
- These are the kind of things that we begin doing when we have lost sight of our purpose.
- And still, when we HAVE PURPOSE, we become much more resilient.
- In fact, it’s been shown that people who have a purpose can sustain much more pain.
- Purpose acts as an analgesic that helps us persevere in the face of difficulty. That’s a complex of way of saying that purpose is a pain killer.
- If we are connected to our purpose – we won’t mind putting in the extra hours of work needed to get things handled.
- If we have a purpose, we won’t be thrown off by a little argument or someone being rude to us – because we are connected to that higher purpose and the small stuff doesn’t matter.
- Knowing our purpose – and letting it inspire usf to the greatest heights of your potential.
What do you think?
Jay’s Mentor Wisdom Quotes
MENTOR Humor (don’t these sound familiar to some famous Quotes?
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Progress does not happen without change, and change doesn’t happen without an open mind. – Jay Parkhe
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When no one challenges your ideas; it is even more important to closely evaluate them. – Jay Parkhe
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You can’t discover new places if you never leave the comfort of your home. – Jay Parkhe
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The more you like yourself, and the less you’re likely to be like others and THAT makes you truly unique. Jay Parkhe
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GIVE it Everything You’ve Got, even in you smallest steps and you’ll be on the path to success, surely and certainly – Jay Parkhe
The Mentor and the MonaLisa Rhyming Couplet Ideas -Ver 1.0 by Jay
The Mentor and the MonaLisa
Rhyming Couplet Ideas by Jay
See the snuffing of the Mentor,
I think he’s angry at the core.
He finds it hard to see the accidental,
Overshadowed by the brainy rental.
Who is that practicing near the coat?
I think she’d like to eat the goat.
She is but a cunning rani,
Admired as she sits upon a sirianni.
Her crazed Snake is just a Car,
It needs no gas, it runs on double Bar.
She’s not alone she brings a Helix,
a pet Frog, and lots of felix.
The Frog likes to chase a Monolith,
Especially one that’s in the rhinesmith.
The Mentor shudders at the sarcastic goat
He want to leave but she wants his coat.
See ver 2.0 on my blog https://csuitementor.blogspot.com/
Jay’s Quick Poetry-The Sharp And Grand Rock
Short story that inspired me to write a Quick Poem below
Imagine life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends and integrity. And you’re keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls — family, health, friends, integrity — are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered. And once you truly understand the lesson of the five balls, you will have the beginnings of balance in your life.
The Sharp And Grand Rock
A Poem by Jay Parkhe
Whose rock is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry A’llo.
He gives his rock a shake,
And screams you’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant glasses and bars awake.
The Rock is sharp, Grand and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightbirds he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man must keep.
He rises from his flat bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a men-O-pause you turned and fled.
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure
Story Telling : Lion, Cow and The Master/ Mentor
Why do we need a Master/ Mentor?
Story shared by a friend on WhatsApp this morning.
Once upon a time, a cow went out to graze in the jungle. Suddenly, she noticed a lion racing towards her. She turned and fled, fearing that at any moment the lion would sink his claws into her. The cow desperately looked for someplace to escape and at last, saw a shallow pond. Barely evading the lion’s reach, she jumped into the pond, and in the heat of the chase, the lion blindly leaped after her.
To the surprise of them both, the pond was extremely shallow yet filled with deep recesses of mud. After toppling over each other, the cow and the lion found themselves a short distance apart, stuck in the mud up to their necks. Both had their heads above water but were unable to free themselves no matter how much they writhed.
The lion repeatedly snarled at the cow and roared, “I am going to enjoy the sound of crunching your bones between my teeth!”
He thrashed about in fury but soon became fretful as he found no prospect of escape.
The cow thoughtfully laughed as the lion struggled to free himself and asked him, “Do you have a master?”
The lion disdainfully replied, “I am the king of the jungle. Why do you ask me if I have a master? I myself am the master!”
The cow said, “You may be the king of the jungle, but here all your power has failed to save your life.”
“And what about you?” Retorted the lion. “You are going to die here in this mud too!”’
The cow smiled mildly and said, “No, I am not.”
“If even I, the king of the jungle cannot free myself from this mud”, snapped the lion, “Then how can you, an ordinary cow?”
The cow gently replied, “I cannot free myself from this mud, but my master can. When the sun sets and he finds me absent at home, he will come looking for me. Once he finds me, he will raise me up and escort me home sweet home.”
The lion fell silent and coldly glared at the cow.
Soon enough, the sunset and the cow’s master arrived. He immediately recognized the plight she was in and lifted her to safety. As they walked home, the cow and the master both felt renewed gratitude for one another and pitied the lion they both would have been happy to save if only the lion had allowed them.
The cow represents a surrendered heart, the lion represents an egoistic mind, and the master represents the Guru. The mud represents the world, and the chase represents the struggle for existence therein.
Debrief
Its good to be independent and not rely on anyone. But don’t take it to an extreme, you always need a partner/coach/mentor/ friend who will be always on the lookout for you.
Having them does not mean you are weak, it’s just that you can be stronger with their help.
Make sure to share this story with your partner/coach/mentor/ friend and express your gratitude.
The Sarcastic And Thundery Best Friend A Poem by Jay
The Sarcastic And Thundery Best Friend
A Poem by Jay
Whose best friend is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.
She gives her best friend a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The best friend is sarcastic, thundery and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.
She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
