learning

I'm not afraid of storms, for I am learning to sail my ship.

Perhaps the only real teacher is the person themselves and perhaps it is only when the person themselves allows themselves to teach themselves that the person truly learns and then both teacher and student appear simultaneously?

I am at the same time both teacher and student mostly teaching myself or at least learning how to learn which may be the most important lesson of all in which case I may be my own best teacher because if I pay close enough attention to myself then I can see my own pitfalls as well as my strengths as long as I ALSO notice the times when my ego is involved and I then transcend my own ignorance and barriers to learning.

Ancora imparo.

Greek for "still I am learning."

While it may be true that I don't know what I don't know I finally figured out that I have learned some things that can not be taught.

The sailor does not pray for wind, he learns to sail.

Those who do not learn from history are condemned to repeat it.

After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean security
and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises

you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open, with
the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn to build your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight

after a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so, you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers
and you learn you really can endure
that you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn and you learn
with every good-bye you learn.

I  have learned that people escapes from their dreams because of their attachment to their old habits. Thus, we waste most of our potential because we want to avoid sacrifice...

Youth is a beautiful dream, on whose brightness books shed a blinding dust. Will ever the day come when the wise link the joy of knowledge to youth's dream? Will ever the day come when Nature becomes the teacher of man, humanity his book and life his school? Youth's joyous purpose cannot be fulfilled until that day comes. Too slow is our march toward spiritual elevation, because we make so little use of youth's ardor.