"Commitment is an act, not a word."---Jean- Paul Sartre
""In journalism just one fact that is false prejudices the entire work. In contrast, in fiction one single fact that is true gives legitimacy to the entire work. That's the only difference, and it lies in the commitment of the writer. A novelist can do anything he wants so long as he makes people believe in it."---Gabriel Garcia Marquez
"Blind commitment to a theory is not an intellectual virtue: it is an intellectual crime."---Imre Lakatos
"We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it."---Ernesto Che Guevara
Midweek Motif ~ Commitment
Commitment is "the state or quality of being dedicated to a cause, activity etc.". This is the dictionary-definition of commitment.
So it stops us from being selfish, being occupied with only ourselves. Rather it takes us to a broader context of life and motivates at try out things that are worth to be committed for.
It is a process of growth ensuring a life with purpose.
Let's see what you are committed to this week.
Write your poem on Commitment to whatever you wish....Relationship, Work, God, Nature, Excellence, anything.
A few poems to inspire you:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Sonnet XXVVIIby Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between thee shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers,
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Friendship IXXby Khalil Gibran
And a youth says, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay".
(The rest is here.)
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(Next week Susan's Midweek Motif will be ~ (Wind Power )