To be prejudiced, is no less than being a slave, to be robbed of freedom of thought and enslaved by one’s own closed mind and blind hatred.
In being compassionate, one eliminates the enemy without eliminating the human being.
Leadership does not begin with people or things, making them do your bidding, alternatively it begins within oneself. For what man would be able to lead others, if he himself fails lead a good life?
Funny how this picture taken almost 70 years ago, has as much relevance today as it did back then. This picture was taken in London at a time when the in biggest conflict humankind has faced was taking place. Britain along with its Commonwealth stood alone against Nazi Germany. They had endured many bombing raids on their cities and the war at that point for the most had been losing cause for them. Yet Santa still delivers his presents albeit with a helmet. Christmas and the holidays still went on, the compassion and generosity of the holiday season still went on, people’s ways of life still went on. 2016 has been a rough year for many of us, on a personal level and for the world at large with the looming spectre of extremism,Trump, Environment and the Economy. Yet like the man dressed up as Santa we as humanity must adapt to adversity and demonstrate our way of life is worth carrying on and is something so powerful within us that it cannot be conquered easily through fear and uncertainty.
Photo Credits: ww2 photos colorized.
A Father Christmas wearing a tin helmet, walks along Regent Street, London.
23rd December 1940
(Photo source – ‘Life’ Magazine)
(Colorised by Sanna Dullaway from Sweden)https://www.facebook.com/sannadullaway
Can you truly see ourselves? No right? Only in reflections or photographs, but not the real thing. There is a reason why we can’t see ourselves. Its because we are not meant to see ourselves. we are someone else’s to admire, adore and love. we are blind to our own beauty, because its someone else’s to see and appreciate.
Man is like a tree spends its whole existence reaching for a sky it cannot meet,becoming thicker and stronger and taller in its attempt, yet no matter the effort and time it always remain rooted to the ground of its birth, for whether it is soil or ones past one cannot completely escape it, but it does not stop them from growing from it.
A man rises up two ways in this life, whether upon the shoulders of men, or upon their bodies.
Fate may dictate the path a man walks in this life, But how he so chooses to walk upon it, is entirely a product of his conscience.
There is no value in oaths and vows in of themselves, rather they are only as good as the man that swears by them.
When a man reads history its in ink, but when he is making it, its written in his blood, sweat and tears.