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Fulfillment Quotes

    “Tomorrow and plans for tomorrow can have no significance at all unless you are in full contact with the reality of the present, since it is in the present and only in the present that you live. There is no other reality than present reality, so that, even if one were to live for endless ages, to live for the future would be to miss the point everlastingly.” ~ Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity

      "What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable? ~ John Green

      “What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable? ~ John Green

        “A great goal in life is the only fortune worth finding.” ~ Jacqueline Kennedy Onasis

          "You don't become happy by pursuing happiness.  You become happy by living a life that means something."

          “You don’t become happy by pursuing happiness.  You become happy by living a life that means something.”

            “Every piece of the universe, even the tiniest little snow crystal, matters somehow. I have a place in the pattern, and so do you.” ~ T.A. Barron

              ‎”Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

                Add life to your days, not days to your life.

                Add life to your days, not days to your life.

                  “‘Life’s too short’ is repeated often enough to be a cliche, but this time it’s true. You don’t have enough time to be both unhappy and mediocre. It’s not just pointless, it’s painful. Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you ought to set up a life you don’t need to escape from.” ~ Seth Godin, Tribes

                    “It turns out that the people who like their jobs the most are also the ones who are doing the best work, making the greatest impact, and changing the most.” ~ Seth Godin, Tribes

                      “Many people are starting to realize that they work a lot and that working on stuff they believe in (and making things happen) is much more satisfying then just getting a paycheck and waiting to get fired (or die).” ~ Seth Godin, Tribes

                        “I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.” ~ Arthur Rubinstein

                          "We have been born once and there can be no second birth.  For all eternity we shall no longer be.  But you, although you are not master of tomorrow, are postponing your happiness.  We waste away our lives in delaying, and each of us dies without having enjoyed leisure." ~ Epicurus

                            "Money will never make you happy if you are an unhappy person." ~ Robert Kiyosaki

                            “Money will never make you happy if you are an unhappy person.” ~ Robert Kiyosaki

                              Nobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn't matter.

                                ‎”It is how we feel about ourselves that provides the greatest reward from any activity. It is not what we get that makes us valuable, it is what we become in the process of doing that brings value into our lives.” ~ Jim Rohn

                                  ‎”The wealthiest places on Earth are cemeteries. The dead lying in those graves had dreams and desires that will never be fulfilled, businesses that weren’t started and relationships that never were formed.  It is up to us not to bury that potential we have.” – Bill Rancic

                                    “Each of us must confront our own fears, must come face to face with them. How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives. To experience adventure or to be limited by the fear of it.” ~ Judy Blume

                                    Two Tramps in Mud Time

                                      Out of the mud two strangers came
                                      And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
                                      And one of them put me off my aim
                                      By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!”
                                      I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind
                                      And let the other go on a way.
                                      I knew pretty well what he had in mind:
                                      He wanted to take my job for pay.

                                      Good blocks of oak it was I split,
                                      As large around as the chopping block;
                                      And every piece I squarely hit
                                      Fell splinterless as a cloven rock.
                                      The blows that a life of self-control
                                      Spares to strike for the common good,
                                      That day, giving a loose my soul,
                                      I spent on the unimportant wood.

                                      The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
                                      You know how it is with an April day
                                      When the sun is out and the wind is still,
                                      You’re one month on in the middle of May.
                                      But if you so much as dare to speak,
                                      A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
                                      A wind comes off a frozen peak,
                                      And you’re two months back in the middle of March.

                                      A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
                                      And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume,
                                      His song so pitched as not to excite
                                      A single flower as yet to bloom.
                                      It is snowing a flake; and he half knew
                                      Winter was only playing possum.
                                      Except in color he isn’t blue,
                                      But he wouldn’t advise a thing to blossom.

                                      The water for which we may have to look
                                      In summertime with a witching wand,
                                      In every wheelrut’s now a brook,
                                      In every print of a hoof a pond.
                                      Be glad of water, but don’t forget
                                      The lurking frost in the earth beneath
                                      That will steal forth after the sun is set
                                      And show on the water its crystal teeth.

                                      The time when most I loved my task
                                      The two must make me love it more
                                      By coming with what they came to ask.
                                      You’d think I never had felt before
                                      The weight of an ax-head poised aloft,
                                      The grip of earth on outspread feet,
                                      The life of muscles rocking soft
                                      And smooth and moist in vernal heat.

                                      Out of the wood two hulking tramps
                                      (From sleeping God knows where last night,
                                      But not long since in the lumber camps).
                                      They thought all chopping was theirs of right.
                                      Men of the woods and lumberjacks,
                                      The judged me by their appropriate tool.
                                      Except as a fellow handled an ax
                                      They had no way of knowing a fool.

                                      Nothing on either side was said.
                                      They knew they had but to stay their stay
                                      And all their logic would fill my head:
                                      As that I had no right to play
                                      With what was another man’s work for gain.
                                      My right might be love but theirs was need.
                                      And where the two exist in twain
                                      Theirs was the better right–agreed.

                                      But yield who will to their separation,
                                      My object in living is to unite
                                      My avocation and my vocation
                                      As my two eyes make one in sight.
                                      Only where love and need are one,
                                      And the work is play for mortal stakes,
                                      Is the deed ever really done
                                      For Heaven and the future’s sakes.

                                      ~ Robert Frost

                                        “The inspiration of a noble cause involving human interests wide and far, enables men to do things they did not dream themselves capable of before, and which they were not capable of alone.  The consciousness of belonging, vitally, to something beyond individuality; of being part of a personality that reaches we know not where, in space and time, greatens the heart to the limit of the souls ideal, and builds out the supreme character.” ~ Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain

                                          “To every man there comes in his lifetime that special moment when he is figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered a chance to do a very special thing, unique to him and fitted to his talents.  What a tragedy if that moment finds him unprepared or unqualified for the work which would be his finest hour.” ~ Sir Winston Churchill