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“... I felt a deep joy.  This, I thought, is how great visionaries and poets see everything – as if for the first time.  Each morning they see a new world before their eyes, they do not really see it, they create it.”

The quote is from one of my favourite books, Zorba the Greek, by Nikos Kazantzakis.  To be able to wake up each morning and look at the world as if I were seeing it for the first time, with the wonder of a child taken to a new place, is the blessing I’m now looking forward to.

Each day used to be a delight.  Each morning used to break with promises of new experiences, new challenges and conquests, new learning...  Work was not work but sheer delight. 

Certain things change and turn our world topsy-turvy.  Inevitable, I guess, particularly in times of rapid changes.  Fight, flight, or adapt – one can toy with the classical options for some time.  The decision has to be taken.

I’m trying to be that child on the mountain, looking at a new world, looking at the world in a new way...

It will work, my heart tells me. 



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  1. Anita SabatAugust 1, 2014 at 6:04 PM

    Yes indeed, Sir.
    Very positive outlook! May we all be blessed!

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  2. ManiparnaAugust 1, 2014 at 6:36 PM

    I follow the same philosophy...at least I try. Each day is a new beginning , a new hope blooming... :-)

    Haven't read the book " Zorba the Greek" ...as it is your favourite...must be a good one..will check it out..

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 1, 2014 at 8:33 PM

      Zorba is a wonderful novel. You'll love it, I'm pretty certain.

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  3. UnknownAugust 2, 2014 at 6:47 AM

    It will work, if your heart tells you. All the very best. This is the first thing I read this morning.. And feeling like I did the best thing. :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 2, 2014 at 10:11 AM

      When I was taught in childhood that faith can move mountains, I was extremely sceptical. Now I know its meaning.

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  4. Renu VyasAugust 2, 2014 at 8:48 AM

    A morning that starts with such a positive thought (post) has to be be great :) I haven't read the novel you mention, will definitely do so now.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 2, 2014 at 10:11 AM

      Glad I could get your day started on a good note. Do for Zorba; it's a book I read and reread many times.

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  5. A Homemaker's UtopiaAugust 2, 2014 at 10:06 AM

    Very nice post..I believe the same :)

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  6. RAN IN JAN August 2, 2014 at 11:46 AM

    excellent motivational post sir, I wanted to share a pic with you which portrays something along this line. But looks like I cant over here. So I am sharing the pic which I had posted in quora here. If you still cant view that, may be I will find someother way to send you.

    http://www.quora.com/Cartoons/What-are-the-most-philosophical-cartoons/answer/Niranjan-Goru

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 2, 2014 at 3:39 PM

      Yes, Niranjan, your picture conveys the same idea that I've put forward in the post. Thanks for the pic.

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  7. Deepa GopalAugust 2, 2014 at 5:48 PM

    Wow...you said it! I always feel the same and I keep repeating this to my daughter as well. Be positive :)

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  8. AnonymousAugust 2, 2014 at 10:20 PM

    Be Positive, Believe & stand for your choices :-)
    Thanks for this wonderful Post.
    Good wishes

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  9. PurbaAugust 3, 2014 at 2:41 PM

    Happiness changes our outlook towards life.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 3, 2014 at 2:52 PM

      No doubt, Purba. But sometimes despair too can change outlooks. For the change wrought by despair to be good, the person has to have a deeper understanding of self and reality.

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