The Edge... A Photo Story... On Being A Warrior...

"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center." ~ Kurt Vonnegut

 
Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

"A fall from the third floor hurts as much as a fall from the hundredth. If I have to fall, may it be from a high place." ~ Paulo Coelho

There was a Boy
There was a boy,
who wanted to fly like a bird.
And there was a bird,
who wanted to fly like the boy.

They both shined in their own ways,
but alas neither could see. (OR - but each looked the other way)
No matter who you are, know that there is always someone out there
who is dying to live the life you have.

Stop being what
others want you to be and
stop being what you think others want you to be.
Stop trying to impress anyone.

Life need not be a struggle.
You can simply be yourself.
It is not only about being different.
It is about being your Best.
It is about expressing your Authentic Potential & making a difference.

(c) Alex Chua, 2006





“To be authentic is literally to be your own author…, to discover your own native energies and desires, and then to find your own way of acting on them.” ~ Warren G. Bennis

The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.