Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Hopes and fears hook us.


Hope of gain is more cheerful than the gain.
Hope of love is more charming than the love.
Hope of life is more assuring than the life.
Being slave to hopes, we enjoy most

Fear of loss is more dreadful than the loss.
Fear of pain is more painful than the pain.
Fear of death is more horrible than the death.
Being slave to fears, we suffer most.
04.04.2008

Submitted: Saturday, August 23, 2008

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  • C T Heart (8/23/2008 3:37:00 AM)

    Nice presentation of the positive and negative frames of life...hope to overcome the fears...lovely. (Report) Reply

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