Ithaka by C. P. CAVAFY

“As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
But don’t hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you’re old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn’t have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.”



C. P. Cavafy, “The City” from C.P. Cavafy: Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Translation Copyright © 1975, 1992 by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Reproduced with permission of Princeton University Press.
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“Serenity” from As a Man Thinketh by James Allen

“Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom. It is the result of long and patient effort in self- control. Its presence is an indication of ripened experience, and of a more than ordinary knowledge of the laws and operations of thought.

A man becomes calm in the measure that he understands himself as a thought-evolved being, for such knowledge necessitates the understanding of others as the result of thought, and as he develops a right understanding, and sees more and more clearly the internal relations of things by the action of cause and effect, he ceases to fuss and fume and worry and grieve, and remains poised, steadfast, serene.

The calm man, having learned how to govern himself, knows how to adapt himself to others; and they, in turn, reverence his spiritual strength, and feel that they can learn of him and rely upon him. The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Even the ordinary trader will find his business prosperity increase as he develops a greater self-control and equanimity, for people will always prefer to deal with a man whose demeanor is strongly equable.

The strong, calm man is always loved and revered. He is like a shade-giving tree in a thirsty land, or a sheltering rock in a storm. Who does not love a tranquil heart, a sweet-tempered, balanced life? It does not matter whether it rains or shines, or what changes come to those possessing these blessings, for they are always sweet, serene, and calm. That exquisite poise of character which we call serenity is the last lesson of culture; it is the flowering of life, the fruitage of the soul. It is precious as wisdom, more to be desired than gold – yea, than even fine gold. How insignificant mere money-seeking looks in comparison with a serene life – a life that dwells in the ocean of Truth, beneath the waves, beyond the reach of tempests, in the Eternal Calm!

How many people we know who sour their lives, who ruin all that is sweet and beautiful by explosive tempers, who destroy their poise of character, and make bad blood! It is a question whether the great majority of people do not ruin their lives and mar their happiness by lack of self-control. How few people we meet in life who are well-balanced, who have that exquisite poise which is characteristic of the finished character!
Yes, humanity surges with uncontrolled passion, is tumultuous with ungoverned grief, is blown about by anxiety and doubt. 

Only the wise man, only he whose thoughts are controlled and purified, makes the winds and the storms of the soul obey him.


Tempest-tossed souls, wherever ye may be, under whatsoever conditions ye may live, know this – in the ocean of life the isles of Blessedness are smiling, and the sunny shore of your ideal awaits your coming. Keep your hand firmly upon the helm of thought.

 In the barque of your soul reclines the commanding Master; He does but sleep; wake Him. Self-control is strength; Right Thought is mastery; Calmness is power. 

Say unto your heart, “Peace, be still!”

As a Man Thinketh by James Allen 1903 Public Domain

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When you put your had on your pillow is just you and your thoughts and the same thing happens when you wake up in the morning.
Is not anyone alse opinion, decision or their vision upon life, love, purpose.           Is just you and your conscious, you and your thoughts, your vision, you pay the consequences of your actions.

As simple as it seems can be very difficult to understand and even more difficult to apply to those who are driven by other people opinions and not by their inner voice.

A lot of people act and live like prisoners. Before each action they have the “chain tought”: What other people think…

I truly believe that’s even a bigger prison than the Alcatraz was.

We should be careful that our freedom will not harm the freedom of others but for the rest is not our problem what others think about us.

This is the reality, nobody lives your life.

So be Genteel, be Compassionate but don’t forget to be Free, be You, be Alive!
On the death bed will you asking yourself:

“What Others Think?”


“Do I truly lived?”

“Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best and expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.”
Christian Daa Larson

1874-1954, New Thought Leader, Teacher, and Author

The statue of David on Piazzale Michelangelo in Florence. Tuscany. Italy.

We are all connected

This story start in a hilltop, in the faraway Asia in one of those beautiful houses with rice paper walls lived a grandfather and three grandchildren. And there every night before going to bed, he was going to their room to tell them a story. They were listening fascinated and were falling asleep with a smile on their faces and with their minds full of the images arising from their grandfather’s stories.

Every time, in the morning, they were trying to reproduce through their play, grandfather’s fable. Every one of them was assuming a role as different as possible, for who was today a fearless warrior, the next day could become a snowflake. So this is how every day the yard was animated by their plays. The air was brought to life by the children’s laughter, as well as the grandfather’s soul warmed by the love of his grandchildren.

One day the youngest, and the most curious of the boys, asking his grandfather:

– But, grandpa, how come in your stories, the fields are full of grazing sheep and cows for the people of the village to eat? I’m asking you this because now you can hardly see a cattle or sheep stall.

– Hey, my dear, said the grandfather staring out the window with his mind far, far away in the past. When I was your age rumors came from other villages that the tigers had begun to attack a sheepfold and that three or four sheep had already been killed. The news stunned everybody because usually the tigers were hunting and living far from the human settlements. But the fear came up after our village entered their hunting territory, as well, and we lost a sheep, too. After they attacked for the second time, the men in our village arranged a tiger hunt. When people heard about their courage, other brave men from other villages joined them. And when they saw how many they were, they got so much courage that they decided not to come back home until the last tiger in all seven valleys was killed. And so they did.

There were many days and many nights until our warriors came back victorious and every house was decorated with a tiger fur.

The following years were quiet and everybody kept telling the story of the hunters’ adventures. I was young and I was listening fascinated. But along with the tigers’ disappearance, there began to multiply without any limit the gazelle, antelope and other herbivore herds, to the point that the meadows were left without grass for our animals, as well. And we no longer had anything to feed our sheep and cattle with.

Now I’m old and life taught me that God made everything in equilibrium and that everything is connected.

But, in our ignorance, we killed all the tigers because they had eaten some sheep. And now, instead of the hundreds of sheep and cattle, we have a tiger fur in our houses.

The End


“Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible Nature. Unaware that this Nature he’s destroying is this God he’s worshipping.” Hubert Reeves

Motivational Story For The Entire Family

One day the sun was coming up over the hill and the sunlight began to emerge through the thick branches of the pine trees, to the lake that welcomed its rays glowing with joy and that spread them unselfishly through its reflection. All the birds were competing not in flight but in song and the swans began their dance on the shore.

Five little hopping frogs, just awakened and full of energy, decided to sneak out of their mother’s watchful eye, so they could do whatever they wanted. This is how they began to race in the woods, making a lot of noise. And they kept jumping around carelessly until they saw a hole that none of them had noticed before. The three elder sisters started betting, each of them convinced that only she could jump over it. But as all five of them were convinced of their own success, they lined up on the edge and jumped one at a time. Unfortunately, only three of them succeeded; the smallest two failed to reach the other side. They were lying silently on the bottom of the hole…

Their game had turned into a tragedy.

The two littlest frogs could be barely seen from above, and no matter how much their elder sisters thought about how to pull them out, they arrived at the sad conclusion that it was impossible. They cried loudly for their sisters who, if they hadn’t already died, would be gone in just a matter of time, because neither of them would be able to jump high enough. The bigger frogs knew that there was no escape. Their tiny sisters, who had been stunned at first, woke up frightened and began to jump as high as they could, but in vain.

The little frogs didn’t even approach the edge of the abyss. At first, glad that their sisters were still alive, the three elder frogs jumped around the hole, each one higher than the next, to encourage the smaller ones. Soon, one of the big frogs realized that they were only hurting the little ones, because the higher they tried to jump, the more they would get injured, and, in the end, they would still fail to come out. So they started shouting in unison:

-Don’t bother anymore, it’s too deep, you won’t manage it and will only hurt yourselves, because in the end you won’t escape.

But no, the two little frogs kept on jumping. The noise got the attention of another grown-up frog that was passing by. It came near the hole. When the three other frogs saw it, a ray of hope entered their souls, because this was the most hopping frog in the whole forest.

If someone could get the little frogs out of this trouble, it certainly was her. Seeing the situation, the hopping frog remembered another hole, a smaller one, in which she had fallen and had hardly been able to jump out. So she figured there was no possibility that the two of them could be saved. She began shouting as well:

-Don’t jump anymore for nothing, save your energy because you’ll die there!

Hearing her, one of the little frogs stopped jumping and thought:

-It’s right for sure, they are all right, it makes no sense to keep on jumping.

The little, disappointed, deterred frog quit jumping and sat in a corner waiting to die. Meanwhile, over the hole came another old frog. She was the lake’s wisest frog. There was no other frog who had lived longer or seen more. Analyzing the situation, the wisest frog remembered a brave frog that had jumped higher than anyone else and whom no one could ever match. She remembered with sorrow that when they found that frog, it was lying in the same hole and no one was able to pull it out. So she said to the others on the edge:

-Tell this crazy frog not to jump anymore and to take her sister’s example, because there’s nothing left to do, they’ll die in there.

That being said, they all began to shout their loudest:

-Stop jumping, take your sister’s example!! Stop jumping, stop!!! There’s no point in continuing. You’re too little to succeed. Don’t try anymore, you’re too frail! You have no chance! You’ll never succeed!”

The little frog kept on jumping, and the others kept on shouting at her to stop and to quit. But the little frog didn’t lose hope and the louder the ones on the edge were shouting, the higher she jumped, so that in the end, to everyone’s surprise, after a great many attempts, she managed to jump out. After she got out, the other frogs realized that she couldn’t hear a thing because during the fall she had banged her head, which left her deaf. When the others were fretting and shouting at her to quit, she thought they were encouraging her, that they were all screaming:

“Come on, you can do it!”

“You must jump higher!”

“Don’t lose hope like your sister!”

“Now or never, jump higher!!!”

Because the little frog was deaf to the discouraging words of those around her, she saw it all as encouragement. What made the difference was the fact that she believed in her own strength.


This story has more than one lesson.

            The first is to pay attention to what you say to someone who has to pass a test, as your words can help them or hurt them.

The second is not to let the majority’s negative attitude make you think your goal is impossible. You should see it all as encouragement.

And the last but not least is the most important lesson: namely, you should believe in yourself, even when others don’t.

Why I Became a Writer

This is the result of a long journey that starts after I failed living a healthy life ending in a hospital bed, half dead, with an internal hemorrhage caused by a duodenal ulcer caused by my stressful lifestyle and bad habits.

Guided by money and not by my passions or dreams, six years ago I was working at a job I didn’t fully liked for 6 day a week, sometimes 14 days in a row for 10,12, 14 and even 16 hours a day.

I did it for a better life, I did it to help my family and to afford more material stuff. Between the age of 25 and the age of 27 I increased my salary with 400% but I wasn’t happier.

In the hospital I realized the mess I was in.

I had no time for my family, my passions; I had no idea what was my life purpose.

The first part of recovery from internal bleeding began in the hospital and in one of that days, taking a few steps in the hospital garden, I saw a flower and it seems to me that it was for the first time that I saw a flower in my life.

In that flower I have seen not only beauty but also a vibrant energy, the mystery of life, I saw myself connected as never before with that flower and with the whole world. In that flower for a few moments I saw everything and everything changed inside me.

I understood that the differences between us doesn’t separate us but we are all One because we are all different, we are all like little pieces of a puzzle, we are all part from a bigger image and we are all interconnected.

From that moment I start searching for a meaning, I start take philosophy classes, I went to workshops, seminars, I start doing volunteering, meditation and pushing my limits with sport and reading a lot of books.

In that time I understood that the most powerful experiences and the most fulfilling for me was when I helped others to fulfill their dreams or just make them a better day.

That was my “Aha” Moment.

I took everything that I learned and changed my life (from different cultures, books, extraordinary people and experience that opened my mind) and putted in the Noipap’s Story.

By learning I mean introduce an idea or concept in my day-to-day life and observe the big impact that had on my life.

Now I’m healthier and stronger than ever, I’m the master of my time; I’m guided by my passions and the inner need to help others and I’m happy to be alive.

I became a stories-maker using the simple words and metaphors and I’m devoted to the people with the inner need to evolve and to break their limits.

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