What’s a personal mantra or philosophy you live by?
Life itself is my philosophy. As a Christian, I abide in Christ, living on God-breathed words—a lamp to my feet, a light for my path (Psalm 119:105).
But from a layman’s view, I hold this: for self—simplicity in life, richness in soul; for others—be a clear mirror and a steady anchor.
In our fast, digital age, this is easier said than done. Yet if even a few succeed, scarcity becomes richness. Then you become a clear mirror, drawing others to anchor their vision in your lived experience. No one lives solo; influence flows through touch or screen.
My career brought me people from every walk of life, every unwarranted voice. I cut the noise to focus on what mattered, controlled the controllable, and embraced all that happened—good or bad—as necessary and useful. I inquired, I judged, rewarding good and punishing bad.
My promotions proved this philosophy sound. But after the first, which bred pride, I turned to God in humble thanks for those that followed. It was His grace, not my philosophy, that raised me.
Today I see clearly: neither joy nor sorrow, success nor failure is permanent—all shall pass. So I choose peace over perfection, forgiveness over judgement—the only way we coexist in harmony, longing for the greatest Grace upon the earth.
I close with this poem that rings in my reflection. May it ring true in yours.
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✨Nature · Naturally Grand✨
Simple is joy’s true seed,
Pure hearts are all they need.
Yet man craves tangled art—
Like moths that court the flame,
Chasing thrills till limbs are lame,
Plunged in desire’s fierce sea.
Nature, vast and free,
Tempts with world’s enormity.
At twenty, hot with pride;
At thirty, grey descends;
By forty, bare the bends;
At fifty, time’s sharp chide.
To see seventy’s rare height,
First loose the knot within—
Unbind, and hearts grow light,
Return to pure begin.
In Nature’s small domain,
A world spins free of stain—
Wandering, I find my rest,
In quiet, self-possessed.
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