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Thursday, 14 November 2013

Children


                                      
 "Your children are not your children.

They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
 
They come through you but not from you.


And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.


                                 


You may give them your love but not your thoughts,


For they have their own thoughts.


You may house their bodies but not their souls,


For thir souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not


 even in your dreams.


You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.


For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.


You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.




The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you 

with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness.

For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is


 stable." 
                                         

Saturday, 9 November 2013

Letter from father to his son

                               


My dear son

I am writing this to you because of 3 reasons...... 

1. Life, fortune and mishaps are unpredictable, nobody knows how long he lives. Some words are better said early. 


2. I am your father, and if I don't tell you these, no one else will.
3. What is written is my own personal bitter experiences that perhaps could save you a lot of unnecessary heartaches.

Remember the following as you go through life.... 


1. Do not bear grudge towards those who are not good to you. No one has the responsibility of treating you well, except your mother and I. To those who are good to you, you have to treasure it and be thankful, and ALSO you have to be cautious, because, everyone has a motive for every move. When a person is good to you, it does not mean he really likes you. You have to be careful, don't hastily regard him as a real friend. 


2. No one is indispensable, nothing in the world that you must possess. Once you understand this idea, it would be easier for you to go through life when people around you don't want you anymore, or when you lose what / who you love most. 


3. Life is short. When you waste your life today, tomorrow you would find that life is leaving you. The earlier you treasure your life, the better you enjoy life. 


4. Love is but a transient feeling, and this feeling would fade with time and with one's mood. If your so called loved one leaves you, be patient, time will wash away your aches and sadness. Don't over exaggerate the beauty and sweetness of love, and don't over exaggerate the sadness of falling out of love. 


5. A lot of successful people did not receive a good education, that does not mean that you can be successful by not studying hard! Whatever knowledge you gain is your weapon in life. One can go from rags to riches, but one has to start from some rags! 


6. I do not expect you to financially support me when I am old, either would I financially support your whole life. My responsibility as a supporter ends when you are grown up. After that, you decide whether you want to travel in a public transport or in your limousine, whether rich or poor. 


7. You honour your words, but don't expect others to be so. You can be good to people, but don't expect people to be good to you. If you don't understand this, you would end up with unnecessary troubles. 


8. I have bought lotteries for umpteen years, but I never strike any prize. That shows if you want to be rich, you have to work hard! There is no free lunch! 


9. No matter how much time I have with you, let's treasure the time we have together. We do not know if we would meet again in our next life.


Always affectionately

Your's father

Saturday, 26 October 2013

Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s teacher

                                                            
Respected Teacher,

My son will have to learn I know that all men are not just, all men are not true. But teach him also that for ever scoundrel there is a hero; that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader. Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend.

It will take time, I know; but teach him, if you can, that a dollar earned is far more valuable than five found.

Teach him to learn to lose and also to enjoy winning.

Steer him away from envy, if you can.

Teach him the secret of quite laughter. Let him learn early that the bullies are the easiest to tick.

Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books.. but also give him quiet time to ponder over the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on a green hill –side.

In school teach him it is far more honourable to fail than to cheat.

Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if every one tells him they are wrong.

Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when every one is getting on the bandwagon.

Teach him to listen to all men but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take only the good that comes through.

Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tears. Teach him to scoff at cynics and to beware of too much sweetness.

Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders; but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob… and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.

Treat him gently; but do not cuddle him because only the test of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage to be impatient, let him have the patience to be brave. Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order; but see what you can do. He is such a fine little fellow, my son.


Abraham Lincoln.



Tuesday, 22 October 2013

My Song



This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.

~Rabindranath Tagore


Letter from a dad to his Son

      
                                     

Some say at 13 that you are becoming a man.  So what does that mean?

Let's start with what it is not.  Being a man is not measured by age.  Nothing magical happens when you turn 13, 18, 21, or for that matter 40.  Being a man is not measured by body hair.  Nor is it measured by height, the deepness of your voice or any other physical attribute.

It is important to understand that there is a difference between a boy and a man.  As a boy, your main concern is yourself.  It is all about having your needs met.  You're hungry; sad; happy; tired; awake; thirsty.  It is a self-centered view of the world.  A boy is a receiver; a man a giver.  Becoming a man is about the way you think and the way you act.

To think like a man, you need to focus on others around you.  See things through the eyes of other people.  Consider how your actions will affect others.  Consider how others feel and what their needs are.

It is not enough to simply think like a man - you must act like one - - especially during difficult times.  For it is in difficult times that your "true" character shines.  How will you behave under pressure?  Will you still look out for others and fulfill your obligations even when it is difficult?

Life will give you the opportunity to learn as you grow.  And life's lessons will come at unpredictable times and places.  Remember, anyone can be your teacher.  I encourage you to always be on the lookout for life's lessons and its teachers.
You'll have a life of endless opportunities.  You'll have your share of happiness and at times you'll be disappointed.  You'll face difficult decisions at times while others will be filled with parties and laughter.  You'll have victories as well as defeats.  You'll continue to make new friends.  You'll cry and laugh.  You'll be scared and contented.  Worried and confident.  You'll have doubt and at times a sense of invulnerability.  You'll see things repeated and at times you'll be surprised.

The lessons life has in store for you are unique to you.  You must master them before you can move past them.  Otherwise you'll be faced with the same challenges until you are able to deal with them.

Remember, you have choices.  How you live.  Whether you're happy.  How you deal with what life throws at you.  You always can choose how you react.  Even doing nothing, is a choice.  Try to avoid that.

My son, remember that "a man" is good.  He is gentle yet tough.  Sensitive yet strong.  Courageous yet responsible.
Be a man of good character.  Be honest.  Be truthful.  Don't lie, steal, cheat, or intentionally hurt someone.  Make tough decisions; don't hide from doing what's right.  Keep your promises.  Be consistent - someone who can be counted on.  Be your toughest critic.  And remember, if you don't want anyone to know something you did - then don't do it.

Be confident.  Stand up for what is right - even if others don't.  Resist peer pressure.  Be your own judge and jury.  Listen to that voice in your head and do the wise thing.

Remember your name.  It's been protected, honored, and passed down to you.  You are being entrusted with it.  It stays with you all of your life.  You pass it down in the condition in which you've kept it.  Treat it well, for you don't own it.  You're only the custodian for the next generation.

My son, family is important.  Protect your family.  Provide for your family.  Always put your wife and children first.  Be a good example.  Stay close with your siblings.  And pass down the lessons of life.

Work hard.  Don't be lazy.  Avoid mediocrity.  Believe in yourself.  Dream.

Make plans with the ability to improvise - you will have to "figure it out."  Remember, there is no one way to do anything.  Work until you've won.  NEVER quit.  Remember you are always capable of doing more than you think you can - so challenge yourself.

Continue to grow.  Stay curious.  Learn from those around you.  Listen.  Don't be a "know-it-all."  Always be learning.  Always improve your understanding.  Don't let your questions go unanswered.

Be a good communicator.  Share your feelings with those you love.  And most importantly, be able to hear and listen to those you love.  For the art of communication is to truly understand, appreciate, and connect with another human being.

Love yourself.  Accept your body.  Accept your mind.  Don't allow others to dictate how you feel about yourself.  Take pleasure in life.  Stay healthy.  Be honest with yourself - for better or worse.  Have self-respect.

Respect others.  Learn to say "you're sorry" - and mean it.  Do for others without looking for something in return.
Choose your friends well.  Look at their values.  Don't be prejudiced.  Do your friends bring out your best?  Are they supportive?  Avoid people who put you down.  Be a "stand-up guy." Your word is important.

Sometimes in life you'll win.  Sometimes you'll lose.  Life is not fair.  But, your losses can be even more important in shaping the man you become than the victories.  Learn from your losses.  Embrace them.

Maintain your sense of humor - especially when it involves laughing at yourself.  It keeps you humble.  It makes you more human, and allows others to become closer to you.
Appreciate what you have.

What you make of your life is up to you.  You have the tools and resources you need.  Your mother and I are proud of you.  We love you and are confident you are becoming a man.

Thursday, 13 June 2013

LOVE

                                                                 
                                                    
 "Love is . . . Being happy for the other person when they are happy, Being sad for the person when they are sad, Being together in good times, And being together in bad times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF STRENGTH.

Love is . . . Being honest with yourself at all times, Being honest with the other person at all times, Telling, listening, respecting the truth, And never pretending.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF REALITY.

Love is . . . An understanding so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person, Accepting the other person just the way they are, And not trying to change them to be something else.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF UNITY.

Love is . . . The freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person, The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual. 
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SUCCESS.

Love is . . . The excitement of planning things together, The excitement of doing things together.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF THE FUTURE.
Love is . . . The fury of the storm, The calm in the rainbow.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF PASSION.

Love is . . . Giving and taking in a daily situation, Being patient with each other's needs and desires.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SHARING.

Love is . . . Knowing that the other person will always be with you regardless of what happens, Missing the other person when they are away but remaining near in heart at all times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SECURITY.
LOVE IS . . . THE SOURCE OF LIFE!" 

Thursday, 28 March 2013

I am a book.



                                  

 
“I am a book.
Sheaves pressed from the pulp of oaks and pines
a natural sawdust made dingy from purses, dusty
from shelves.
Steamy and anxious, abused and misused,
kissed and cried over,
smeared, yellowed, and torn,
loved, hated, scorned.

I am a book.

I am a book that remembers,
days when I stood proud in good company
When the children came, I leapt into their arms,
when the women came, they cradled me against their soft breasts,
when the men came, they held me like a lover,
and I smelled the sweet smell of cigars and brandy as we sat together in leather chairs,
next to pool tables, on porch swings, in rocking chairs,
my words hanging in the air like bright gems, dangling,
then forgotten, I crumbled,
dust to dust.

I am a tale of woe and secrets,
a book brand-new, sprung from the loins of ancient fathers clothed in tweed,
born of mothers in lands of heather and coal soot.
A family too close to see the blood on its hands,
too dear to suffering, to poison, to cold steel and revenge,
deaf to the screams of mortal wounding,
amused at decay and torment,
a family bred in the dankest swamp of human desires.

I am a tale of woe and secrets,
I am a mystery.

I am intrigue, anxiety, fear,
I tangle in the night with madmen, spend my days cloaked in black,
hiding from myself, from dark angels,
from the evil that lurks within
and the evil we cannot lurk without.

I am words of adventure,
of faraway places where no one knows my tongue,
of curious cultures in small, back alleys, mean streets,
the crumbling house in each of us.

I am primordial fear, the great unknown,
I am life everlasting.
I touch you and you shiver, I blow in your ear and you follow me,
down foggy lanes, into places you've never seen,
to see things no one should see,
to be someone you could only hope to be.

I ride the winds of imagination on a black-and-white horse,
to find the truth inside of me, to cure the ills inside of you,
to take one passenger at a time over that tall mountain,
across that lonely plain to a place you've never been
where the world stops for just one minute
and everything is right.

I am a mystery.

Saturday, 23 February 2013

Time


              
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart…..

I have not seen his face,
nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps
from the road before my house…..

But the lamp has not been lit
and I cannot ask him into my house;
I live in the hope of meeting with him;
but this meeting is not yet.