When you plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you don’t blame the lettuce. You look for reasons it not doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water, or less sun. You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have problems with our friends or family, we blame the other person. But if we know how to take care of them, they will grow well, like the lettuce. Blaming has no positive effect at all, nor does trying to persuade using reason and argument. That is my experience. No blame, no reasoning, no argument, just understanding. If you understand, and you show that you understand, you can love, and the situation will change.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;

who strives valiantly;

who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;

but who does actually strive to do the deeds;

who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;

who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

~ Theodore Roosevelt

When you’re feeling kind of
lonesome in your mind
With a heartache followin’ you so close behind
Call out to me as I ramble by.
I’ll sing a song for you,
That’s what I’m here to do,
To sing for you.

When the night has left you
cold and feeling sad,
I will show you that it cannot be so bad.
Forget the one who went and made you cry.
I’ll sing a song for you,
That’s what I’m here to do,
To sing for you.

When you feel you just can’t make it anymore,
With your head bowed down you’re
staring at the floor,
Search out to me with your weary eyes.
I’ll sing a song for you,
That’s what I’m here to do,
To sing for you.

Now every man he has his work, you know,
And to find out mine, you ain’t got far to go.
Call out to me with your weary eyes.
I’ll sing a song for you,
That’s what I’m here to do,
To sing for you.
To sing for you.

~ Donovan