Halo Pak KK, Sebuah puisi yang inspiratif, saya pikir saya sudah tua... tapi melihat semangat Bapak, saya jadi merasa sungguh muda kembali, lho..
Apalagi kata pepatah Life begin at 40.. Kita harus bangkit mengejar ketertinggalan paling tidak di bidang ekonomi.. Malu sama negri jiran. salam, GG --- In [email protected], Kusmayanto Kadiman <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Kawan-kawan, > > Menyimak karangan-karangan Pak Goenardjoadi Goenawan, Pak Jansen Sinamo, > Pak Ary Ginanjar, Pak Gede Prama, Pak Rama Royani dll saya teringat > akan sebuah puisi antik favorit saya (yang selalu memberi inspirasi > dan motivasi setiap kali saya membacanya) berjudul Youth. Puisi tsb > menjadi favorit warga Jepang juga. Ini saya temukan di URL berikut: > http://www.bartleby.com/73/2099.html > > Semoga bermanfaat bagi kawan-kawan. > > Jabat erat, > KK > > NB. Sejak saya di ITB puisi ini sering saya sebar-luaskan, maaf jika > ada yang merasa bosan menerimanya. > ----------------------------------------- > > This poem was a favorite of Gen. Douglas MacArthur. Because of MacArthur > this poem has become extremely popular in Japan and a part of Japanese > business reading. I first became aware of it thru a tenugui gift from > Nojiri (Fuji Daruma) sensei after a morning practice at Noma Dojo in > Tokyo. Thanks to Tom Bolling sensei's (research librarian > extraordiniare) help I was able to find the original version in > English. > > > ________ > YOUTH > by Samuel Ullman > > Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter > of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a > quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness > of the deep springs of life. > > Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the > appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a > man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a > number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. > > Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. > Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to > dust. > > Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure > of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy > of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is > a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, > cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you > young. > > When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of > cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at > twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of > optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty. > ------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- >
