Achieving nobility in your life

Helen Adams Keller (1880-1968); Collodion prin...

Helen Adams Keller

“I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.”

~ Helen Keller (1880-1968) American Writer

If you want achieve success in life, start by doing everyday things in life the best you can. We may want to do a special favor for someone one day in the future, yet neglect to do simple things for them with the same desire and outcome as we want with the big favors. Life is more about all the small things you do in life than the big things. Try and do something simply nice for someone today.

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4 responses to “Achieving nobility in your life

  1. Days Gone By (translated by Zhang Mengjing)张梦井
    When the swallows have gone, there is still time to return; when the poplar and willow trees have become withered, there is still time to see green; when the peach flowers have already faded, there is still time to blossom. But please tell me, the genius, why then have my days gone and never returned? If some people have stolen them, then who are they? And where are they hidden? If they have escaped by themselves, then where are they now?

    I don’t know how many days I have been given, but the in my hands are becoming numbered. Counting silently, eight thousand days have slipped by. Just like water drops a pinpoint dripping slowly into the vast ocean, my days been dripping into the river of time, quietly and invisibly. I can’t help dripping with sweat and weeping many tears.

    Although the goings have gone and the comings are constantly coming, how hurried is the time between? When I get up in the morning, I see two or three ribbons of light streaming into my room. The sun also has feet; it moves away on tiptoe and I follow it aimlessly. When I wash my hands, my days wash off into my basin; when I am eating, the days vanish from my bowl; and when I am sitting silently, my days pass by my gazing eyes. When I feel them go away so hurriedly, I reach out my hands only to hold them back before they are beyond my grasp. When it is dark, I lie upon my bed and watch days cleverly jump over my body or fly away from my feet. When I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day has gone by. I cover my face and sigh, but the spark of a new day begins to flash away in my breath.

    In these swiftly escaping days, what can I do in this world amongst thousands of households? I can do nothing but hesitate and hurry. In these over eight thousand hurried days, what has been left to me besides hesitation? The past days like light smoke are blown away with the breeze or like a thin layer of mist evaporate with the morning sun. And what mark have I left in the world? When have I ever left a mark as tiny as a hairspring? I came to this world naked, soon I’ll leave here naked too. But, it’s unfair to me. . . why did I come to this world for nothing?

    You, the genius, please tell me why our days have gone by and have never returned?

  2. In Junior school,as I read Mr.Zhu Zi Qing’s prose Days Gone By,I only read the words,cannot get the meaning.Today,as I read again Mr.Zhu’s prose,I can understand 1/3 his meaning .I want to value each important person in my life,each minute for working to the most.I dont’t know 10 years,20 years,30 years later,as I again read his prose,will I be sad or will I be calm down and relaxed or what will be…

  3. Well said Magic. Thanks for sharing your thoughts about this topic and glad it has touched your heart in a way that will have a positive effect in your life.

  4. Thank you too! It is good and part of my life each day to have a look at your blog!—MAGIC

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