gifts

Brightly burning passion is the releasing of your essence, your specialness and your gifts to the world.

The tragedy in life to mourn over is the death of what lies within a person who is still alive. The death of a potential is a mess of destiny!

Find a vocation and passionately commit your life to it.

It feels great to do what you love.

Together, we can serve humanity with our unique passions, gifts and abilities.

You must fall in love with your job, over and over again, to own it.

Find your passion and live your best life.

What drives your passion?

Identify your divine gift and use it to serve humanity.

Love your work and rejoice in all your accomplishments.

Do not waste your life, in search for a job.Use your special gifts to create work for yourself.

Explore your special skills.

Use your special gifts to create work for yourself.

What you do with ease is your passion.

I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life__ gifts in the places where life stores its scraps.

If you're thinking, 'Great! I just need to be a superhero to fight perfectionism,' I understand. Courage, compassion, and connection seem like big, lofty ideals. But in reality, they are daily practices that, when exercised enough, become these incredible gifts in our lives. And the good news is that our vulnerabilities are what force us to call upon these amazing tools. Because we're human and so beautifully imperfect, we get to practice using our tools on a daily basis. In this way, courage, compassion, and connection become gifts - the gifts of imperfection.

LET__ GO BACK HOMEI can't think about you,Without smiling.What I wouldn__ give,To go back there,Take you in my arms,Kiss you, And tell you,"I still love you."It's been three decades now,And still your smile's with me,Your wave goodbye, The love in your eyes, And everything else you gave me,Before that highway fog swept in,And stole your spirit away.Oh- to return by your side again, Fish beside the Pleasant Hill Dam,Hike through the Mayer's woods, Hang out on your big hill,Sleep naked in your twin bed,Fill your room with laughter- And marijuana smoke.You returned home-And I traveled on down the road,Found new loves,Safely took them under my wing,And deeply into my heart.But you know, as I do-This wasn__ always possible.I didn__ always have the fire- The courage to stand tall,The joy to expand, Nor the love to give deeply.These were all your gifts--To me.Someday-When I close my eyes for good,And cry out- "Lord- forgive me for I have sinned-"I'll joyously return by your side,Take you into my arms, Kiss you, And tell you,"I still love you.

Loving someone doesn't mean you have to bow down to them or drop everything and run to their relentless calls. They must understand and love you enough to give you the respect that you deserve. Loving someone doesn't mean you have to shower them with gifts all the time. Give them your honesty, hope, joy, and encouragement on a daily basis.