Surat dari Ibu

by Asrul Sani

Pergi ke dunia luas anakku sayang
Pergi ke hidup bebas
Selama angin masih angin buritan
Dan matahari pagi menyinar daun-daunan
Dalam rimba dan padang hijau
Pergi kelaut lepas anakku sayang
Pergi kealam bebas
Selama hari belum petang
Dan warna senja belum kemerah-merahan
Menutup pintu waktu lampau
Jika bayang telah pudar
Dan elang laut pulang ke sarang
Angin bertiup ke benua
Tiang-tiang akan kering sendiri
Dan nahkoda sudah tahu pedoman
Boleh engkau datang padaku
Kembali pulang anakku sayang
Kembali ke balik malam
Jika kapalmu telah rapat ketepi
Kita akan bercerita
Tentang cinta dan hidupmu pagi hari

TODAY - by Unknown

Today is the beginning of a new day.
God has given me this day to use as I will.
I can waste it …
or use it for good.
But what I do today is important because
I am exchanging a day of my life for it.

When tomorrow comes,
This day will be gone forever.
Leaving in its place

Something that I have traded for it.
I want it to be gain and not loss,
Good and not evil,
Success and not failure,
In order that I shall not regret
The price that I have paid for it.

– Unknown


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Hari ini adalah awal hari baru
Tuhan berikanku hari ini
Untuk kugunakan seturut kehendakku
Bisa saja kusia-siakan,
Atau kupakai untuk hal yang berguna
Tapi yang kulakukan hari ini sangat penting,
Sebab aku menukar sehari hidupku untuknya.

Ketika esok menjelang
Hari ini akan berlalu selamanya
Pergi tinggalkan tempatnya

Sesuatu yang tlah kutukar untuknya
Ku ingin melaba bukan merugi
Baik dan bukan buruk
Sukses bukan gagal
Dan karenanya aku takkan menyesal
Untuk harga yang sudah kubayar

Youth - by Samuel Ullman

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind;
it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination,
a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage
over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease.
This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.
We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin,
but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

Whether sixty or sixteen,
there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder,
the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next,
and the joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station;
so long as it receives messages
of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men
and from the infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down,
and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism,
then you are grown old, even at twenty,
but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism,
there is hope you may die young at eighty.

An Uncommon Man by Dean Alfange

I do not choose to be a common man.
It is my right to be uncommon, if I can.
I seek opportunity, not security.
I do not wish to be a kept citizen, humbled and dulled by having thestate look after me.

I want to take the calculated risk;
to dream and to build, to fail and to succeed.
I refuse to barter incentive for a dole.
I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence;
the thrill of fulfillment to the stale clam of utopia.

I will not trade freedom for beneficence nor my dignity for a handout.
I will never cower before any master nor bend to any threat.
It is my hertiage to stand erect, proud, and unafraid;
to think and act for myself, enjoy the benefits of my creations
and face the world boldly and say: This I have done.

Equipment - Edgar Albert Guest

EQUIPMENT

by Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)

Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say "I can."

Look them over, the wise and great,
They take their food from a common plate
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes,
The world considers them brave and smart.
But you've all they had when they made their start.

You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if only you will,
You're well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen, great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.

You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go.
How much you will study the truth to know,
God has equipped you for life, But He
Lets you decide what you want to be.

Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win,
So figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began.
Get hold of yourself, and say: "I can."


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