Fwd: An inspiring poem
Johnyin Thang
Isn't it strange
That princes and kings,
And clowns that caper
In sawdust rings,
And common people
Like you and me
Are builders for eternity?
Each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass,
A book of rules;
And each must make,
Ere life is flown
A stumbling block
Or a stepping-stone.
* R. L. Sharpe*
1809
Each of us are given a *bag of tools* to do with what we wish. Some can't
seem to do anything with a whole workshop full of tools, yet others can
perform miracles with one spanner.
This poem is a reminder that everyone has their own talents. Whatever these
talents may be, the sum of them are unique to you. And how you put these
talents to use are up to you. You build a path to a better tomorrow. Or you
can build a wall around yourself.
We've been given all the tools we need. It may not be the same as your
neighbours'. It might not be the tools you wanted. But it is yours. You can
complain and do nothing. Or you start to build something amazing. Show us
what can be done with that set of tools (or despite of it).
No matter your station at birth or the life you've had, we are all builders
of a sort. What you choose to build today will not only impact those around
you now, but also the generations of tomorrow. So put some conscious effort
into building something positive that will last for ages. What will you do
with the tools in the bag that you were given?
