Friday, August 31, 2007

"IF" by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

very interesting..

now that is truly amazing..

i am not sure what to call it; an art,a fantasy, intensive smart challenging exercise or madness and a new kind of addiction?!!.. it is called Parkour and it challenges not only the body but also puts the mind and intellect under fire!! founded by the French David Belle and practiced now all over the world, parkour is hitting it on and off the web..

it is stunning what discipline and persistence lead to..

check it out:

Thursday, August 02, 2007

سوء تفاهم

غَضِبَ ثانيةً من دون سابقِ انذارٍ أو تحذير و اعلنَ اضرابه و قررَ الرحيل..
أمّا هي, فلم تدرك ما حدث و لكنها احترمت قرارهُ و اعطته حريته, التي لم تكن يوماً بيدها, و انتظرت علّه يعود.. فلقد اعتادت مزاجهُ المتقلب و قرارتهُ المتغيّرة و لكنها منحته وقته و مساحته و بقيت هي بيضاءَ في انتظارٍ مفتوح
في اغلب الأحيان يكون التوقيتُ هو المشكلة كما هو الحال الآن.. فما كادت الكلماتُ أن تصل أخيراً حتى خرج القلمُ من محضرها ثائراً تاركاً الأوراق فارغة, بيضاء, شاحبة اللون أمام الكلمات المتأخره!!

عشوائية الكلمات هي التي افقدته صوابه, فأحياناً تتدفق بكثرةٍ لا تستوعبها الأوراق و بسرعةٍ تفوقهُ هو, و أحياناً أخرى تقطرُ القليلَ الممل ان تنازلت و تحننت
ثالوثٌ هو , أركانهُ : القلم و الأوراق و الكلمات و مجتمعها رسالة
إن غابت الكلمات و بقي القلمُ مع الأوراق تكون بلا روح
إن جَفّ القلمُ و بقيت الأوراق و الكلمات تكون بلا صوت
و إن امتلأت الأوراق و بقيت الكلماتُ مع القلم تكون بلا ثمر..

فطوبى لمن اجتمعَ لهُ ثالوثهُ وَ وجدَ رسالتهُ