I came across my old diary while collating stuff for house move. Along with assorted notes was Youth, a poem, more like an essay, by Samuel Ullman, supposedly a favourite of US General Douglas MacArthur, of the World War II fame, who apparently popularised it in Japan. Worth a read:

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 vigour 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 body 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.


It’s all my fault – own All your work


It's not how good you are, it's how good you want to be.
What more can you ask for…
This post springs from one of the ideas in “The world’s best-selling book”, some of which are listed here. Rather pithily, this one states: It’s all my fault.
Which is the author’s way of asking you to take total responsibility for any piece of work you have touched. As the book continues: “If you accept responsibility, you are in a position to do something about it … … There are no excuses.”