[Misc] What are your guiding principles and values?

[portlock seagull]

Try and be kind.

As in try to be kind? Or Try. And be kind (too!)

Works both ways I guess. But whilst at it, being kind (and it’s bedfellow, generous) does come at a cost I find because lots of people never reciprocate and sometimes I find myself feeling like a mug and resentful. Know shouldn’t and it’s not about expecting the same in return always. Just occasionally! Anyway, I’m a big believer in karma so when I do something nice for e.g. a complete stranger and they’re taken aback, ‘do you want something, can I give you some money etc’ I just say ‘pass it on / do something for someone else one day’. Because in fairness I’ve been the benefactor of some incredible kindness from utter strangers in my time who wanted nothing in return. A lot is because of the way I was brought up, my mums one of the kindest people I know and given so much of her life to helping others....but enough about [MENTION=12796]Lindfield by the Pond[/MENTION] !!

 

[A1X]

WWBD

(What would Bruno do?)

 

[Easy 10]

Are you Jimmy Saville in disguise?

Now then now then. Uuhhuuhhuuhuuhuhuhuuh

 

[portlock seagull]

Nah I'm a mean old sod

I can't think of any circumstances where it's happened and I haven't cut them from my life. If you can't trust the people you surround yourself with then who can you trust?

That’s fair comment. Fortunately like you I don’t recall ever being betrayed enough to do that thank god. Sure plenty people come and gone from my life as has for all of us. But I’ve been pretty lucky I guess with those met along the way although a childhood friend never returned my Rumours cassette by Fleetwood Mac back in the day...not that I’ve begrudged that...

 

[Meade's Ball]

Serve the public trust.
Protect the innocent.
Uphold the law.

I'd buy that for a dollar!

 

[Uh_huh_him]

Keep everything in perspective - things are rarely as bad as they seem and there's always a solution
Treat others how you'd wish to be treated yourself
Pick your battles - most aren't worth the effort/stress

These three are excellent advice.
I would add be tolerant of others failings and try not to judge too quickly

 

[Uh_huh_him]

I'd buy that for a dollar!

Funnily enough, I didn't get the reference from Easy10's post but got it straight away from yours.

 

[Herr Tubthumper]

The principle of equality, the value of democracy, and that each person is equal and has the right to be heard and to be given due consideration.

 

[Biscuit]

Big beats are the best. Get high all the time.

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

As in try to be kind? Or Try. And be kind (too!)

Works both ways I guess. But whilst at it, being kind (and it’s bedfellow, generous) does come at a cost I find because lots of people never reciprocate and sometimes I find myself feeling like a mug and resentful. Know shouldn’t and it’s not about expecting the same in return always. Just occasionally! Anyway, I’m a big believer in karma so when I do something nice for e.g. a complete stranger and they’re taken aback, ‘do you want something, can I give you some money etc’ I just say ‘pass it on / do something for someone else one day’. Because in fairness I’ve been the benefactor of some incredible kindness from utter strangers in my time who wanted nothing in return. A lot is because of the way I was brought up, my mums one of the kindest people I know and given so much of her life to helping others....but enough about [MENTION=12796]Lindfield by the Pond[/MENTION] !!

I find it's just nice small daily gestures. Like giving someone a seat on the bus. Or giving a wave to the car drivers (both sides of the road) who stop for you as a pedestrian on a pedestrian crossing. Or just saying After You in any archetypal British queueing scenario. What goes around comes around. Makes them feel good, makes you feel good.

Being kind, sadly for them, doesn't QUITE extend to the able-bodied chancers sat on shift patterns outside Saino's. They can go f*ck themselves.

 

[Happy Exile]

Don't be a dick.
Assume others have good intentions.
Never stop learning.

 

[Megazone]

Be yourself

 

[portlock seagull]

I find it's just nice small daily gestures. Like giving someone a seat on the bus. Or giving a wave to the car drivers (both sides of the road) who stop for you as a pedestrian on a pedestrian crossing. Or just saying After You in any archetypal British queueing scenario. What goes around comes around. Makes them feel good, makes you feel good.

Being kind, sadly for them, doesn't QUITE extend to the able-bodied chancers sat on shift pattetns outside Saino's. They can go f*ck themselves.

That really made me laugh. First para, was beautiful, poetic, inspiring. And then whack! 2nd para gets nicely REAL!

 

[dazzer6666]

These three are excellent advice.
I would add be tolerant of others failings and try not to judge too quickly

I couldn't help reading that in the style of a CH press conference............'These are a good advice'...........and a good point re tolerance and judgement too. I'm trying to be less judgmental.

 

[lawros left foot]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!



It may be hackneyed, it may be old fashioned, it may also be written by a dyed in the wool old racist, but, it’s not a bad blueprint to live your life to.

 

[Triggaaar]

Whenever possible, take the piss.

 

[portlock seagull]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!



It may be hackneyed, it may be old fashioned, it may also be written by a dyed in the wool old racist, but, it’s not a bad blueprint to live your life to.

Ashamed I’d forgotten that. Thank you. Must dig out my old grandpas copy of in beautiful calligraphy. Wisdom doesn’t come better than this! Cheers Lawro, top call.

 

[Uh_huh_him]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!



It may be hackneyed, it may be old fashioned, it may also be written by a dyed in the wool old racist, but, it’s not a bad blueprint to live your life to.

Yeah it is a great poem.

Not sure about the reference to gambling all your winnings on a single bet though.
Sure it's not great to bleat on about losing, but probably better to not risk it all in the first place.

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!



It may be hackneyed, it may be old fashioned, it may also be written by a dyed in the wool old racist, but, it’s not a bad blueprint to live your life to.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lvL4Bzyumg

 

[portlock seagull]

Yeah it is a great poem.

Not sure about the reference to gambling all your winnings on a single bet though.
Sure it's not great to bleat on about losing, but probably better to not risk it all in the first place.

It’s more a metaphor though, sometimes in life you have to take black or red only chances and they don’t work out. Or they’re forced on you. And you must start all over again. Happened to me as sure has you. Think it was Muhammed Ali who said no shame in getting knocked down. It’s staying down that’s the issue. Or something like that.