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Fragments Of My Fickle MindPosted Friday, November 14, 2008, at 3:11 PM
It is my thinking that the chain of habit has enslaved more people than any dictator ever did. Habits control the mind, leading to a belief that the body is incapable of following a course of proper procedure. Good habits make us. Bad habits break us.
Worry is a cycle of thought, revolving around a point of fear. It is somewhat like paying interest on a principal that does not exist. We are not afraid of yesterday, and we are not afraid of today, however the greatest concern of our lives is quite often, about what might happen tomorrow. Worry does not solve the problems of tomorrow, it simply weakens our ability of solving the problems of today. Thus we suffer more from apprehension than we do from the misfortunes that befall us. By cultivating the qualities of faith, confidence, determination, and courage we can achieve that priceless gift, - "Peace of mind."
Happiness should not be a prize we hope to find at the end of our journey, but something we gather each day as we travel the pathway of our daily life, and happiness often comes through a door we did not know we left open. There is more than one way of spreading happiness. We can be the candle of happiness, or we can be the mirror that rerflects it. Happiness is somewhat like an ointment; you can't rub it on others without getting some on yourself. Grief we can endure alone, but to get the full value of happiness, and pleasure, we need someone to share it with.
Anger is no doubt the weakest and most useless passion of the human mind. Wrath is a very poor subtitute for reason, and is powerless when met with disarming good humor, calmness, and courtesy.
Even in our hurried and complex world of today, music still speaks a universal language. It has the power to lift our spirits, soothe our nerves, refressh our mind, renew our hopes, and search our souls, bringing out the best in all of us.
So you think you have troubles as great as my own, and this, I admit may be true, but please consider the fact that mine happens to me, while yours merely happens to you.
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Paul Corbin is a 100-year-old historian, humorist, and amateur archaeologist from Advance, Mo. He grew up in the Greenbrier area west of Advance, where he attended Stepp School on the banks of Cato Slough and the Castor River, important waterways throughout his life. In an age when many area residents did not go to high school, the young Corbin made the decision to walk the five miles to Zalma, graduating in 1933. Throughout his life, he was an enterprising businessman, selling Watkins products from house to house throughout a large area - and later opening a variety store in Advance. He and his wife Geneva traveled throughout the United States, even following the route that the Lewis and Clark expedition traveled. His knowledge of Native American culture is extensive, and he has donated a sizeable collection of his artifacts to the Cape Girardeau Conservation Nature Center and the Bollinger County Museum of Natural History in Marble Hill. Throughout the years, he has submitted articles to TBY, the North Stoddard Countian, the Ozark Mountaineer, and several other Missouri publications. He has also written two books - "Reflections in Missouri Mud," and "Fragments of my Feeble Mind." The first one is out of print.
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