Living Life to Its Fullest

“Life is not a goblet to be drained; it is a measure to be filled.”  Anonymous.

Steve Jobs said “we’re here to put a dent in the universe.”  Like Steve Jobs, we should not be satisfied with merely living or surviving.  When the end comes, and it will come, will we have regrets for having not yet lived?   Let’s avoid the regrets by starting today to live life to the fullest.  Let’s make a difference for having lived.  Let’s do something worthwhile, something that betters the lives of others, while here on planet earth.

Loving and Serving is the Highest and Best

“Rest is not quitting the busy career; Rest is the fitting of self to one’s sphere.  Tis the book’s motion clear without strife, Fleeting to ocean, After this life.  Tis loving and serving, The highest and best; Tis onward, unswerving, And this is true rest.”  Johann von Goethe

Making the World a Better Place

“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.  Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.”  St. Francis.  

Touch of the Master’s Hand

“THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER’S HAND.  Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile:  “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried, “Who’ll start the bidding for me?”  “A dollar, a dollar”; then, “Two,” “Only two? Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?  Three dollars, one; three dollars, twice; going for three.”  But no, From the room far back a grey haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet As a caroling angel sings.  The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, Said:  “What am I bid for the old violin?”  And he held it up with the bow.  “A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make it three? Three thousand, one, three thousand, twice, And going, and gone,” said he.  The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not understand What changed its worth.”  Swift came the reply:  “The touch of the master’s hand.” And many a man with life out of tune, And battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, Much like the old violin. A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine;  A game – and he travels on. He is “going” once, “going” twice.  He’s “going” and almost “gone.” But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd Never can quite understand The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought By the touch of the Master’s hand.”  Myra Welch  

Expect More from Life

“MY WAGE.   I bargained with life for a penny, And life would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty store;  For life is a just employer, He gives you what you ask, But once you have set the wages, Why, you must bear the task. I worked for a menial’s hire, Only to learn dismayed, That any wage I had asked of life, Life would have gladly paid.”  Jessie Rittenhouse.  

It Might Have Been

“Of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these:  ‘It might have been.'”  James Whittier.  Let us live to our fullest potential.  Live without regrets.


“He who knows not and knows not that he knows not — Is a fool, shun him.  He who knows not and knows that he knows not — Is simple, teach him.  He who knows and knows not that he knows — Is asleep, awaken him. He who knows and knows that he knows — Is wise, follow him.”  Author Unknown.