growth

Growth is betrayal.

Rust may never sleep, but then, neither does moss.

I thought how lovely and how strange a river is. A river is a river, always there, and yet the water flowing through it is never the same water and is never still. It__ always changing and is always on the move. And over time the river itself changes too. It widens and deepens as it rubs and scours, gnaws and kneads, eats and bores its way through the land. Even the greatest rivers- the Nile and the Ganges, the Yangtze and he Mississippi, the Amazon and the great grey-green greasy Limpopo all set about with fever trees-must have been no more than trickles and flickering streams before they grew into mighty rivers.Are people like that? I wondered. Am I like that? Always me, like the river itself, always flowing but always different, like the water flowing in the river, sometimes walking steadily along andante, sometimes surging over rapids furioso, sometimes meandering wit hardly any visible movement tranquilo, lento, ppp pianissimo, sometimes gurgling giacoso with pleasure, sometimes sparkling brillante in the sun, sometimes lacrimoso, sometimes appassionato, sometimes misterioso, sometimes pesante, sometimes legato, sometimes staccato, sometimes sospirando, sometimes vivace, and always, I hope, amoroso.Do I change like a river, widening and deepening, eddying back on myself sometimes, bursting my banks sometimes when there__ too much water, too much life in me, and sometimes dried up from lack of rain? Will the I that is me grow and widen and deepen? Or will I stagnate and become an arid riverbed? Will I allow people to dam me up and confine me to wall so that I flow only where they want? Will I allow them to turn me into a canal to use for they own purposes? Or will I make sure I flow freely, coursing my way through the land and ploughing a valley of my own?

The thing is, the only real sign of life is growth. And growth requires pain. So to choose life is to accept pain. Some people go to such lengths to avoid pain that they give up on life. They bury their hearts, or they drug or drink themselves numb until they don___ feel anything anymore. The irony is, in the end their escape becomes more painful than what they__e avoiding.

He had also been demonstrative and intelligent from the very beginning, his questions startlingly insightful. She would watch him absorb a new idea and wonder what effect it would have on him, because, with Edgar, EVERYTHING came out, eventually, somehow. But the PROCESS _ how he put together a story about the world__ workings _ that was mysterious beyond all ken. In a way, she thought, it was the only disappointing thing about having a child. She__ imagined he would stay transparent to her, more PART of her, for so much longer. But despite the proximity of the daily work, Edgar had ceased long before to be an open book. A friend, yes. A son she loved, yes. But when it came to knowing his thoughts, Edgar could be opaque as a rock.

Reinvention is no rushed religion.

Give to grow. Read to lead. Smile to celebrate.

Your environment should not restrict your growth. Your atmosphere will impact your sprit, mind and body. The right one can make a world of difference in your life and the life of all within your world. Create a growth environment to grow consistently and to impact many around you

Many people have stopped growing. When you stop growing, you stop living. Many have stopped living and now just bide their time before it becomes official.

Mentorship happens organically, and you can__ just force it. Many men don__ even know HOW to mentor, and often mentor others by accident. It__ not a mentor__ responsibility to mentor, it__ the responsibility of the mentee to seek mentorship and appropriate it.

As Linus grew into his teens, became even more awkward, with long, gangly arms and odd ginger hairs sprouting from his spotty chin, Georgiana blossomed into a beautiful child, beloved of all on the estate. She brought a smile to the face of even the most hardened tenants, farmers who hadn't had a kind word for the Montrachet family in years would send baskets of apples to the kitchen for Miss Georgiana to enjoy.

What books can you read to learn about this part of your life? What people do you need to confide in to grow deeper? What things do you need to stop doing in order to grow? What things do you need to start doing?

The ability to cultivate the land is the growth of any nation.

When had she stopped being a child? The first time a guy had whistled at her out of a car window when she was walking to school? The moment she started wondering how she looked when she ran, what jiggled or bounced, instead of the pace she was setting? The first time she__ kept from raising her hand because she didn__ want to seem too smart or too eager?

If we contest with a lesser opponent, we reduce ourselves, and in the process wind up being lesser accomplished.

One thing that needs to carry in your pocket, all the time, by going through all the different experiences of life, either on spiritual or religious path or with your daily life is that, unless you experience yourself as God, there are more steps to cover ahead, on the journey called life.

You will never get what you've never had if you never do what you've never done

The road from white belt to black is long and arduous; most never reach the end. There are simply too many obstacles of daily life, and too much effort and attention required, for this to be something that the majority of practitioners achieve. This is why a black belt in Jiu Jitsu, especially from a reputable source, is the pinnacle of martial arts rank. It is valuable because of what must be traded for its achievement.