Let me share what I stumbled on today in my search for relevance and significance : today i see most kids easily associate with famous personalities. Young impressionable minds who do not think a lot anymore as the minds are quickly kept busy by tv, music, smartphones etc. And more troubling to see elders too falling for 'fame'. The desire and inclination to achieve fame is a goal that is not always overt but a forceful driver seen from choices made in life. Quicker, Easier though Fleeting vs Citius, Altius, Fortius, which is Latin for "Faster, Higher, Stronger". Living up to the Olympic motto requires time, effort and it has to be earned but that is how 'greatness' is - but how many want that any more. Being famous is a validation and acceptance by many, the root is there, and thats what everybody wants - to be loved , cheered, accepted, appreciated by many .. and thats where we fall into the same trap that Satan laid for Jesus after his 40 days fasting .. bible aptly calls it 'tempted' .. Math 4:1-11 ; Contrast this with Abraham who was called to be 'great' in Gen 2:2 ( great not famous) .. Jesus didn’t seek fame either. Many times after a miracle he gave strict instructions to the person healed, not to tell anyone. When you can survive knowing you are right, when you can walk with head held high even when no one is appreciating you, when you can look forward to a tough day tomorrow with no clear sign of comfort for the near future, you know what - You are doing 'great' !! Brothers and Sisters - ..God knows and Stay 'great' !!
The Little Prince and the Lost Pouch of Wonders Once upon a time I found myself on a flight that felt almost like one of those quiet journeys the Little Prince takes across the stars. I had with me a small pouch that held my own little universe of everyday essentials. Chargers for my phone and Mac. A power bank. AirPods. Jabra earsets. Wired earphones. A writing pen. etc. All the things that quietly keep life running. At the start of the flight I slipped the pouch into the seat pocket. I was half awake and half listening to some audio and eventually drifted into a nap. It reminded me of how the Little Prince would sit quietly and think about life and his rose and everything that mattered to him. When we landed I automatically stood up and took my bag from the overhead bin. Habit took over. Tiredness also had a role. And the seat pocket blended so completely with the cabin decor that the pouch might as well have been invisible. I usually never place anything there and that routine worke...
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