The traveler was walking down the road when he noticed a small river that discreetly began among the rocks.

He followed it for a long time. Gradually it was getting volume and becoming a larger river.

The traveler continued following it. Further ahead what was once a small river, broke into several waterfalls, in a spectacle of singing waters.

The music of the waterfalls attracted even more the traveler who approached the river and started descending it through the rocks, next to one of the waterfalls.

He discovered, finally, a cave. Nature had capriciously created, with patience, forms within the cave. He began entering it, admiring even more the rocks which were worn by time.

Suddenly, he found out a sign. Someone had been there before him. With his flashlight, he lit the verses that were written on it. They were verses of the great writer Tagore, Nobel Peace Prize winner of Literature in 1913:

It was not the hammer which left perfect these rocks, but the water, with its sweetness, its dance and its song. Where roughness can only destroy, gentleness can sculpt.

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This also happens in life. There are people who blow up for nothing and want to get all things done through shouts and blows.

And then, there are those who are smooth, who know how to measure their energy and accomplish everything. These are the creatures who do not speak much, but act a lot.

While many still find themselves by a table in discussions to make decisions, they are already in their posts working.

And they are able to modify many things. A wise example was Mother Theresa of Calcutta.

Before her and after her a lot has been spoken loudly about misery, hunger and diseases that consume entire communities.

She observed the misery, the death and the hunger taking over her brothers, in India. She made a decision. She acted. She started alone, embracing in her arms an unknown being who was in the brink of death on the streets of Calcutta.

She founded a missionary work that has spread with her Houses of Charity throughout all nations.

She had the courage to address herself to rulers and public men to speak about reverence to life, about love and about acting.

She did not shout, nor scream. She sang the song of love, asking for bread and affection to the poorest of the poor.

She left the physical world, but was able to sculpt her ideals into hundreds of hearts. As the calm water, she sang and conquered the hearts, shaping them for the dedication towards one another.

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There is much love in your road which, for now, you cannot appreciate ...

Look for the gift of seeing, and seeing the presence of the Creator, who is love, in the highest expression, as conceptualized by the Apostle John, make your passage in this world, a happy day.

If you want to be useful and do disapprove the paralysis of the heart, love, because all of the mysteries surrounding life and death are found in love... for love is God!