Do you compare yourself to a celebrity?
Asked By candygirl189 18-21, F 7 Answers 38 mins ago in Community

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I dont compare myself to anyone else.
All other people are greater than me in their own ways.
For my life, I decide not to simply exist, but to live thoughtfully.
I want to make sure that I know the purpose of my life.
I want my life to be more and more positive each day.
I want my life to reflect the beauty of God.
I want God to be my guide always.
It seems that my aspiration is divinely accepted, because God is answering all my prayers.
I want to be physically strong: God gives me sufficient food and time for physical exercise.
I want to be mentally strong, God gives the highly interactive Internet. I want to know what is the world, He supplies me with gigabytes of data about nature.
I want to be spiritually strong, He sends down Twin Manifestations with glaringly Divine Light (The Bab and Baha’u’llah) and infallible interpretation of the Center of Covenant and the Guardian (Abdul-Baha abd Shoghi Effendi), and a divine and infallible Institution for guidance (The Universal House of Justice). And thousands of living saints who share their wisdom via the real and the virtual worlds.
God makes me really awsome with awsome service in plans for betterment of this world, in cooperation with each and all human beings of all ages.
I am thankful to God for this boundless love.

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All glory be to this Day, the Day in which the fragrances of mercy have been wafted over all created things, a Day so blest that past ages and centuries can never hope to rival it, a Day in which the countenance of the Ancient of Days hath turned towards His holy seat.
-Baha’u’llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah, p. 14-


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  1. On the subject of: COMPARE YOURSELF TO A CELEBRITY?, I submit the following:
    America’s Tuning Fork

    Part 1:

    I only vaguely recall Pete Seeger from the 1950s, when I was in my early-to-mid-teens; his then hit record “Goodnight Irene” when he was with the Weavers is back there somewhere in that memory-bank. Perhaps it was in 1959 when his hit Kumbaya hit the marketplace that he first came into my life on my little radio, in my little room, in my little house, in the little town I lived in back in the little world of the ’50s. I had just joined the Baha’i Faith one evening in early October, and I listened to my first program of The Twilight Zone that same week.

    By the ’60s Pete was a big part of the public scene, and the 12 Seeger LPs someone gave me as a wedding present in August of 1967, placed him at the centre of my musical life. But it was not for long, as he slowly slipped to the periphery of my musical interests, and then right off my radar until two days ago when I heard of his passing at the ripe-old-age of 94!

    Part 2:

    So many of your songs, Pete, I played again and again and forgot they were yours. But you always seemed a humble sort of chap as you played through the heart of the protest movement of those ’60s. Yes, Pete, you were right there at the beginning of my young political-religious life life using music to help others change the world, as you thought, and as I thought. And much changed, eh Pete? I’ll say a few words below Pete to finish off this quasi-eulogy in appreciation for all you did for me, especially in my young life, in my teens and twenties, before life caught me by the jugular and sent me spinning far away from you and your music.-Ron Price, Pioneering Over Five Epochs with thanks to Wikipedia, 29/1/’14.

    After ’67 you slipped to
    the periphery of my life
    and right off my radar
    for the next half-century:
    now you are gone, Pete!

    All your songs will stay with
    those who want to listen, and
    you’ll still have listeners for
    some time to come, Pete, eh?

    For many you were America’s(1)
    tuning-fork, and you certainly
    sang your way into my life in
    those ’60s when so much came
    into my life that set the stage
    for the long-haul, and it was
    some long-haul for you, and
    your 94 years, 25 years my
    senior and always leading
    even when forgotten, Pete.

    I heard just yesterday that
    you had passed on, and I
    wish you well in that land
    of light from which no man
    returns, and I trust you have
    had enough of this old world:(2)
    “goodonyer”, as they say here in
    this world I now live, Downunder.

    (1) President Barack Obama called Pete Seeker “America’s tuning-fork”
    (2) Seeker lived through a great tempest, a tempest that in some ways began in 1914, and it’s still blowing 100 years later in 2014.

    Ron Price
    (the escape)

    Section 1:

    This morning I listened to a radio interview with singer and songwriter Judy Collins now in her late fifties. Margaret Throsby interviewed Collins on her ABC Radio National program eight years ago now, on 6 December 2006. Collins informed listeners that her mentor Pete Seeger had written the words and the music to the song “Turn Turn Turn” as early as 1954 when my mother was just getting into the Baha’i Faith. He did not release the song until 1962. The year 1962 was the beginning of my travelling-pioneering life in the Bahá’í community. Judy Collins sang the song on her 1963 album, Judy Collins #3. The year 1963 was the year of the formation of the first Universal House of Justice. There was some significant turning going on in the Bahá’í community at the time, a community I have now been associated with for more than 60 years.(2)

    Seeger had adapted the words from chapter three of the Book of Ecclesiastes, 3: 1-8, at another turning point in the history of the Bahá’í community and my own life. The words and that book of The Bible are often interpreted as conveying a spirit of fatalistic resignation. The words of Seeger’s song have also been criticized as just being a series of over-simplifications. We all see things differently in music and in most other things in life as well.

    The Byrds’ released a version of the same song in October 1965. Their version possessed, some felt, more optimism than previous versions. One analyst of the song said that The Byrds’ release of Turn! Turn! Turn! in that October of 1965 captured the zeitgeist of the time. It was in that same month of 1965 that I decided to pioneer, to move, among the Inuit in Canada. When I arrived in my new home on Baffin Island, I played Pete Seeger songs ad nauseam from the 12 LPs someone had given me as a wedding present.

    Section 2:

    I had, indeed, in that October of 1965, at last made a decision, a specific, a directed, a difficult decision to leave my home and hearth, the place I had grown-up in southern Ontario. I had decided to make a major turn in my then young life. This anthem of the peace movement and the civil rights cause, Turn Turn Turn could have been the anthem for my own decisions and some significant turning points in the life of my spiritual community, first at the age of 10, then at 18 and then again at the age of 21, as I started my baseball career, then finished high school and entered my last year of university.

    I finally had a specific direction to my future vocational career as a teacher, and to my role as a home-front and, later, international life as a pioneer in the Bahá’í community. I had done a lot of turning. -Ron Price with thanks to (1) Radio National on 6/12/’06, and “Turn! Turn! Turn!” Wikipedia, 6/12/06, and (2) this prose-poem was updated on 29/1/’14.

    They were hot days back then in ’65.
    Depression had lifted and those initial
    erotic excitements or, perhaps it was
    some quite mysterious body chemistry
    that had sent me into the manic phase
    sufficiently below the hypomanic to
    cope with life and limb, and libido.

    Somewhat serendipitously, it seems,
    looking back after more than 40 years,
    I chanced to go to Chatham–the end of
    the Underground Railway–it happens–
    where they came to a world of freedom(1)
    as I–looking back–was going to my world
    of freedom; or, perhaps, it was a prison,
    the Most Great Prison of my life, little
    did I know then in ’65 when I was just
    starting out on the long, long, road
    before I turned and turned my life.

    (1) This town in southern Ontario was the last stop for Negroes escaping from the oppressive racism in the USA in the 19th century.

    Ron Price
    7/12/’06 to 29/1/’14.
    I listened to Judy Collins 40 years ago in my late teens and early twenties–back in the sixties–but I never heard her talk as I did in the above interview this morning. I thought I might add the above personal reminiscence to the words I heard on Collins. The interview was a replay on ABC Radio National on the Margaret Throsby program.

    I found the interview, and especially Collins’ words, a source of such nostalgia that I wrote the above prose-poem. Judy may never see the poem, but that does not matter. She is in no more need of accolades after more than 40 years of them. But thank you, Judy, for so much you have given me.

  2. The above post may be too long for some people in cyberspace who prefer short and pithy posts. As I often say, “just stop reading when you have had enough.” I do this all the time in both cyberspace and real space.-Ron

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