Marc P. Robinson

I always forgive others. The anger; sadness; frustration; pain, whatever feelings I felt, no matter the hurt; the tears, I always found understanding and reason to forgive them; to not hold onto it; to not resent them. But there is one, who I never seem to be able to give absolution, and that’s myself.

Your dreams may have shattered, but that doesn’t mean they are over. They can still be turned into a mosaic of success.

Every time I think I have reached the peak, I look up and see I still have a ways to go. But I look back and see just how far I have come.

They say that history repeats itself, so if you don’t learn from the past you will make the same mistakes. So I have become an archaeologist of my own history. Digging up what has long since been buried, exhuming those forgotten fragments. Trying to distinguish what is real from folklore, trying to gain understanding, rather than relying on myths.

Whether he knew it or not, the life he lived was his penance. Punishing himself, for what he believes are his sins. Consciously or subconsciously, he creates the world he lives in. Never believing that he is deserving happiness, deserving joy. His self-destructive nature, in his eyes, and his eyes only, is justified. Everyone is deserving absolution, but he needs to understand, that he is the only one able to forgive himself.

Why do the words I want to say, struggle to come out of my mouth. Why does fear have such a grip over me. I shouldn’t have to battle to say all the complimentary things I so desperately want to share. It shouldn’t be this hard, that I have to force myself; it’s wrong that such loving words, should have to be spoken under such duress. I’m aware of how wrong it is, but withholding is all I have known, even though I desire so badly to share my thoughts and feelings with you, as freely as you do with me.

Only an inventor knows how to borrow, and every man is or should be an inventor.

I have been complimented many times and they always embarrass me; I always feel that they have not said enough.

I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday.

For the most important decisions in your life, trust your intuition, and then work with everything you have, to prove it right.

By indignities men come to dignities.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

Avoid popularity it has many snares and no real benefit.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

The advantage of doing one’s praising to oneself is that one can lay it on so thick and exactly in the right places.

He who is upright in his way of life and free from sin.

We must always think about things, and we must think about things as they are, not as they are said to be.

In every great time there is some one idea at work which is more powerful than any other, and which shapes the events of the time and determines their ultimate issues.

The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.

They say that history repeats itself, so if you don’t learn from the past you will make the same mistakes. So I have become an archaeologist of my own history. Digging up what has long since been buried, exhuming those forgotten fragments. Trying to distinguish what is real from folklore, trying to gain understanding, rather than relying on myths.

You can free yourself from aging by reinterpreting your body and by grasping the link between belief and biology.