Jasper Roberts - Blog

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

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.