Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken; Doing more harm here than slander and lies; On it is many a strong spirit broken, And with it many a good purpose dies. It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning And robs us of courage we need through the day: It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.
It was a noble Roman, In Rome’s imperial day, Who heard a coward croaker, Before the castle say, “They’re safe in such a fortress; There is no way to shake it!” “On! On!” exclaimed the hero, “I’ll find a way, or make it!”
There’s a thousand “Can’t-be-done-ers” For the one who says “It can!” But the whole amount of deeds that count Is done by the latter clan. For the “Can’t-be-done-ers” grumble, And hamper, oppose and doubt, While the daring man who says “It can!” Proceeds to work it out.
As of today, I hope I leave you with a direction correction away from the flaws you see in our reflection. They aren’t flaws to me they are simply protection So start today, take a good long look in the mirror and say ‘I am who I’ve been looking for’
You are who you’ve been looking for.
So stop looking for more unless you are looking in the mirror
because it is about time for you to see clearly that:
You are who you’ve been looking for.
And that empty feeling you got,
that hole in your chest
you only got that feeling because you think you are not blessed
How long does it take to learn? To bait a hook with a wiggly worm, To make a bed, to wash a plate, To swim, to dive to figure skate, To iron a shirt to mend a seam, To walk with balance on a beam? How do you think grown-ups know?
It’s great to be alive, and be —A part of all that’s going on; To live and work and feel and see —Life lived each day from early dawn; To rise and with the morning light —Go forth until the hours grow late, Then joyously return at night —And rest from honest toil—it’s great!
It’s great to be a living part —Of all the surging world alive, And lend a hand in field and mart, —A worker in this human hive; To live and earn and dare to do, —Nor ever shirk or deviate From course or purpose we pursue! —Until the goal is won—it’s great!
You think that the failures are many, You think the successes are few, But you judge by the rule of the penny, And not by the good that men do. You judge men by standards of treasure That merely obtain upon earth, When the brother you’re snubbing may measure Full-length to God’s standard of worth.
The failures are not in the ditches, The failures are not in the ranks, They have missed the acquirement of riches, Their fortunes are not in the banks. Their virtues are never paraded, Their worth is not always in view, But they’re fighting their battles unaided, And fighting them honestly, too.
Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course! Each of us has such a bank. It’s name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the “tomorrow”. You must live in the present on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.