Ever had one of those moments where you unexpectedly come across something and it speaks to you as though it was waiting just for you to come along? If you’ve read my blog on a regular basis you know I’m a very “in pursuit of the meaning of life and what my purpose in this world is” type of person. Lately I’ve been struggling to figure out the question of purpose and wondering if perhaps everything is not imbued with meaning or purpose and that perhaps moments are purely as they seem: coincidential and random. As I consider this very idea, a random walk down a random library corridor brings me face to face with a golden plaque:


To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed
easier because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Everytime I begin to fall back to the quite reasonable reasoning that life is simply a garbled mess of random chaos just as it appears to the naked eye… something as simple as a random wrong turn makes me believer in an order and a rhythm.. and a meaning… all over again.

18 thoughts on “Co-inky-Dink”

  1. I love love love love that quote, its one of my faves. I have it in my wallet. It’s actually not Emerson though, it was mistakenly attributed to him.


  2. What a great poem.Yeah, I’m a believer that all things have meaning and purpose, that there are no great coincidences. Very true, I may not know at the time or EVER for that matter what the purpose is but nonetheless, it’s there.Well, that is my opinion anyway.


  3. LOL @ anonymous. I haven’t heard “dope” for many years.By the way, Aisha, you’re a success because according to this poem if “one life has breathed easier because you have lived…” you’re a success.*Raising my hand* πŸ˜€


  4. I hate to be the voice of descent here but I think it needs to take a step further an not only be that you allowed someone to breathe easier, but that person is in turn inspired by you to do the same for others. I’d like to think I’ve had an affect on others in that way, but I’ll probably never know. My two cents.slider


  5. when i was a child my mother gave me a copy of this poem. some two decades later, after my father was hospitalized due to strokes, my eyes fell upon this poem hanging in my room, and it touched me again – as i knew that my father had achieved such success, just didnt know if he would be able to continue. i think these words will now forever be tinged with that strange blend of sadness, and pride in my father.


  6. Ruby, I’m glad you like that poem, who wrote it then? Its attributed to Emerson on the plaque in this library. Thats interseting!Mommyblogr, I agree with your opinion πŸ™‚Anon1/2: Um, thanks, lol :0)Tee… aww you’re so sweet πŸ™‚ Thank you, and likewise.Slider, that is true… passing it on… but over that how much control does the initial person have…Suroor, lol thanks! :0)Mystic, πŸ™‚ yes you were right πŸ™‚Anjum….. wow… what a powerful story and thanks for sharing that experience you had to go through and how this poem was so meaningful to you. I never heard it before… but I can imagine to some degree it was of comfort during that difficult time…… I hope yuour father is okay now?


  7. Aisha, this is so weird. Going through a similar phase myself lately, today I was at the Dentist’s office and saw this very same poem posted on the wall. It was hand written with the name Ralph Waldo Emerson handwritten with a golden marker. Today, I come to your blog and see the same poem. I’m speechless.


  8. Enyur… wow. I’m a bit speechless too… but I can say that perhaps this was a bigger sign for you than me…. it really makes you question coincidences.. doesnt it? You were meant to see that twice… once to see it… and the second time here, to unerstand that message was also directed at you.


  9. Aisha, wow! Interesting isn’t it?? By the way, maybe it’s way past my bedtime or the lack of coffee has hindered my ability to think…but were you talking to me in the last message about Atlanta? *Confused* lol!


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