I think we do forget to be in the moment. We see the big picture as overwhelming forgetting that all the little pieces are what makes is special in the moment. I know I'm guilty of that a lot.
Joy Apr 28, 2025 at 11:22am In response to "The Prompt"
Absolutely! I agree with you. After a certain time in our lives, circumstances permitting, we can create ourselves. The problem, if there's a problem, lies with our paying far too much attention to what others may say. As you pointed out, mostly, external creation leads to self-creation.
Awesome response. The poem Wasteland poem was also written shortly after the ending of World War I and there were many areas that looked like wasteland so it's an effective reminder of what man is capable of doing. Also in earlier times when battles were more dependent on good weather typically April the troops would stir after their winter encampments and begin fighting again. Another sad reminder of man's creating wasteland and burials of the dead.
In Japan I saw very old trees. In the USA trees are not always valued for their "inner spirit" nor the joy they give others. One tree I saw in Takayama was 800+ years old. Americans cannot fathom that.
Not only do you summarize one of Chaplin's movies - City Lights (and I do believe the flower girl was blind) - but you manage to weave in Chaplin's life story and why 'The Tramp' was created in the first place.
He came from nothing and became such an icon, all while showing the world that you did not have to lose your humanity in the process.
Thanks for joining me in celebrating Charlie Chaplin's 136th birthday with your tribute!
Needed so deeply now here, though originally written for India by the great poet
"Where the mind is without fear and the head held high,
Where knowledge is free,
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls,
Where words come out from the depth of truth,
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection,
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit,
Where the mind is led forward by Thee
Into ever-widening thought and action.
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."
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