“Life Is What One Makes It, No Matter Of What It Is Made”

One of the oldest book I have is a little devotional book my dad gave me when I entered highschool.  That book is so old and used that the pages are already yellowish and, unlike the books I have now on my overflowing stack of library, it has dog-eared pages as I am not the only one who used said book.

After finishing the Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff book and sharing some of its chapters to the world, I thought–and have decided–to continue doing stuff like that, hence this post–which marks the beginning of the new book whose chapters (some of them, at least) I would share.  The title of the book is: God’s Little Devotional Book and it doesn’t have one author, nor does it have chapter titles like DStSS.

I want to share this book since it helped me a lot while I was still in highschool and even when I reached college.  I kept re-reading the book whenever I find myself in a slump and it helps.  I can still remember the lessons I picked up from this book, even during that turbulent time when you can’t tell who your friends are from those who want to do you harm.

So, anyway, this is the first chapter of said book:


A painting in an ancient temple depicts a king forging a chain from his crown, and nearby another scene shows a slave converting his chain into a crown.  Underneath the painting is the inscription: ‘Life is what one makes it, no matter of what it is made.’

You may have been given certain ‘ingredients’, just as a baker may find the staples of flour, sugar and fat in his kitchen, but what you create from the talents and genetic propensities given to you is…up to you!  Live your life so that it might be measured according to these words of an anonymous poet:

Not–How did he die?  But–How did he live?
Not–Where did he gain?  But–What did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not–What was his station?  But–Had he a heart?
And–How did he play his God-given part?
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not–What was his shrine?  Nor–What was his creed?
But–Had he befriended those really in need?
Not–What did the sketch in the newspaper say?
But–How many were sorry when he passed away?


There is nothing more that I enjoy doing than reading books and writing. I'm kind of a nerd like that, XD. I have been writing for 7 years and am the author of the YA novel "Winged: The Awakening" and "Winged: The Unraveling". Also, a YouTuber dealing with video games and gaming.

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