Full text of "Every body dies, but not everybody lives" by Prince EA

Full text of “Every body dies, but not everybody loves” by Prince EA

“It is not death most people are afraid of
It is getting to the end of life
Only to realize that you never truly lived

There was a study done –
A hospital study – on 100 elderly people facing death
Close to their last breath
They were asked to reflect about their life’s biggest regret.

Nearly all of them said they regretted not the things they did
But the things they didn’t do
The risks they never took, the dreams they didn’t pursue

I ask you
Would your last words be: if only I had

Hey, you wake up!
Why do you exist?
Life is not meant to simply work, wait for the weekend and pay rent
No, no I don’t know much
But I know this, every person on this earth has a gift
And I apologize to the black community
But I can no longer pretend… Martin Luther King
That man never had a dream, that dream had him

See people don’t choose dreams, dreams choose them
So the question I’m getting to…
Is do you have the courage to grab the dream that picked you?
That befits you and grips you, or will you let it get away and slip through?

You know I learned a fact about airplanes the other day
This was – this was so surprising see
I was talking to a pilot and he told me
That many of his passengers think planes are dangerous to fly in
But he said actually…
It is a lot more dangerous for a plane to stay on the ground
I say what?
Like how does that sound
Well he said because on the ground, the plane starts to rust, malfunction and wear
Much faster than it ever would if it was in the air

As I walked away I thought
Yeah, makes total sense because planes were built to live in the skies
And every person was built to live out the dream they have inside
So it is perhaps the safest loss to live a life on the ground
Without ever taking off

See most of us are afraid of the thief
That comes in the night to steal all of our things
But there is a thief in your mind who is after your dreams
His name is doubt
If you see him call the cops and keep him away from the kids
Cos he is wanted for murder
For he has killed more dreams than failure ever did
He wears many disguises and like a virus will leave you…
Blinded, divided and turn you into a “kinda”

See “kinda” is lethal
You know what kinda is?
There’s a lot of kinda people
You kinda want a career change
You kinda want to get straight A’s
You kinda want to get in shape
Simple math, no numbers to crunch
If you kinda want something, then you will kinda get the results you want

What is your dream?
What ignites that spark?
You can’t kinda want that
You got to want it with every part of your whole heart

Would you struggle?
Yeah you will struggle, no way around it
You will fall many times, but who’s counting?
Just remember, there’s no such thing as a smooth mountain
If you want to make it to the top
Then there are sharp ridges that must be stepped over
There will be times you get stressed and things you get depressed over

But let me tell you something
Steven Spielberg was rejected from film school three times
Three times, but he kept going
The television execs fired Oprah, said she was unfit for TV
But she kept going
Critics told Beyonce that she couldn’t sing, she went through depression
But she kept going

Struggle and criticisms are prerequisites for greatness
That is the law of this universe and no one escapes it
Because pain is life, but you can choose what type
Either the pain on the road to success
Or the pain of being haunted with regret

You want my advice? Don’t think twice
We have been given a gift that we call life
So don’t blow it
You were not defined by your past
Instead you were born anew in each moment
So own it now

Sometimes you gotta leap
And grow your wings on the way down
You better get the shot off before the clock runs out
Cos there ain’t no over time in life, no do over
And I know I sound like I’m preaching on speaking with force
But if you don’t use your gift, then you sell not only yourself
But the whole world… short

So what invention do you have buried in your mind?
What idea? What cure?
What skill did you have inside to bring out to this universe?
Uni meaning one, verse meaning song
You have a part to play in this song
So grab that microphone and be brave
Sing your heart out on life’s stage

You cannot go back and make a brand new beginning
But you can start now and make a brand new ending”

Bad things do happen how I respond to…

Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have life itself.
-Walter Anderson

The Village Blacksmith

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate’er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter’s voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother’s voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,–rejoicing,–sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night’s repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

There is no such thing as a “good…

There is no such thing as a “good life”. But if you put yourself wholeheartedly into something, it is a great life. If you really throw yourself into something, however simple, it may be great in your experience. Somebody else may look at your life and think it is rubbish. That is their problem. In your experience, your life is great and that is all that matters.

-Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev