For as long as I can remember, my little boy, who will be 21 this year, has always uttered two words from his lips whenever he greeted a new day or paused throughout the day to take in the view. And those famous words that have been firmly etched into the history of our family are ‘Nice Day!’
I wish, as I write this, that I could convey to you the tonality that he uses when these two powerful words leave his lips – but every time, we as a family hear these same two words repeated time and time again – even to this day – ‘Nice Day’, they bring a smile to our faces.
For what a wonderful gift of expression those two words are. They ooze with thankfulness, positivity, and a joy that embraces each new day as it is faced.
For every day approached in this manner can in fact be a nice day – N for New, I for Inviting, C for Challenging, and E for Exciting.
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‘Man Thinks’ is an axiom that was presented to the world by the philosopher Benedictus De Spinoza, who lived between 1632 and 1677. An axiom is a saying that is widely accepted on its own merit. And yet, what do these two words mean? It is as if a third word is required to clearly define the meaning of the two.
For it is as one thinks that one’s life is defined. First the thought, then the act.
If a man thinks evil, and allows evil thoughts to pervade his mind, the result will be evil acts. If a man thinks good thoughts then it would seem natural that good actions shall follow.
So if man thinks – then how do you spend those thoughts?
Think prosperously, live prospersously. Think poverty, live poor. Think possible, achieve impossiblity. Think lack, live lack. Think small, live small. Think big, live big.
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Words at times refuse to be announced. They float in mid air awaiting capture whilst still in flight. They lie beneath the surface of the bubbling brook swimming patiently until they are fished out. They parade in the field anticipating the thrust of the rope around their neck as they are pulled in.
They appear in the mist, in the sunshine, in the haze, in the snow storm, in the smoke, in the smog and at any time they will land on the page before your very eyes. Without warning they will strike. Without introduction they will present.
But it is only those whom are aware of the habits of words who will translate the garble into a format that will influence their minds and the minds of others. For there is an ordering that must occur. There is a discipline that must be enforced if any sense is to be made out of the silent commotion that fills our world.
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