Words I live by
A great “ageless” philosophy, brought to my attention by my brother…Thanks Gary!
A STATE OF MIND by Gen. Douglas MacArthur
Youth is not a time of life; it’s a state of mind. It’s not a matter of ripe cheeks, red lips and supple knees…It’s a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions… It’s a freshness of the deep springs of life.
No one grows old merely by living a number of years. People grow old by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair…these are the long, long years that bow the heart and turn the greening of the spirit back to dust.
You’re as young as your faith, as old as you’re doubt… As young as your self confidence, as old as your fear… As young as your hope, as old as your despair.
In the central place of the heart there lies a wireless station. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage, grandeur, and the power from the earth, from man and from the infinite, so long are you young.
But when the wires are down and all that central place of the heart is covered with the ice of cynicism and the snow of pessimism, then you can be grown old even at twenty… And may God have mercy on your soul.
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A couple MUni Poems:
By Terry Peterson 4/6/09
Love what you do, and live it each day;
Stay young in your mind and your heart
Be helpful to others and give of yourself,
Although some may be worlds apart
It’s hard to express all the positive things
that MUni has brought to my world;
Ingrained in my soul, I’m forging ahead,
With every new challenge unfurled.
How can it be, that I waited so long
To rediscover and pick up the sticks?
I couldn’t foresee, all this technology
which was so distant in ‘66!
It’s another new day, and the trail awaits,
One last tuning and a quick change of clothes;
Into the wild for another adventure,
How many more years, know one knows…
“My playground” by Terry Peterson 5/30/07
The mountains’ my playground, a place to unwind
Where negative thoughts are left far behind
I’m one with my muni, and find strength from within
As endorphins, adrenaline, begin to kick in
I’m shreddin’ the trail all rocky and loose
The wheel is strong, and can take my abuse
Muni’s engrained in my body & soul,
Without it, no doubt, it would leave a great hole
Early each morning I strap on my gear,
Just me and my Muni, without any fear
Exploring new vistas and lush mountain sides
It’s the best “high” by far, that nature provides.