Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
there's always room.
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar...and the beer.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed."Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed."Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
it's all too fucking much.
my brains in a frenzy trying to register new information that doesn't need to be in my brain! that doesn't want to be in my brain! i'm losing it CLOSE THE DOOR! where and why this has started? i know exactly when , yet i have no idea. i'm blacking out but remembering every single detail, i want to forget, i want to forget, i want to forget, I WANT TO FORGET, i want to forget, can i? is it a possibility or can i only push it down down down into the back of my head to only be brought up when triggered by a song, a joke, something particularly pertaining to the subject at hand, live your life, just live it, asegaeurgtoiaernhgad losing my mind slowly, it's scary. get the fuck out of my thoughts POOF........still there, drown it in booze, burn it in fire, laugh it away, just be quiet. is this really happening? i want this to be a dream so i can wake up and find bliss in knowing it was a trick played by my very own mind on myself, but the clues to proving its reality keep getting closer and closer. first the phone call, then the texts, then the fucking pictures and the titles, what the fuck is next?! i've finally lost it, i'm gone - sanity
Friday, January 2, 2009
2 0 0 9.
this year is the year i reinvent myself as a better person, in my eyes. Fuck what everyone else see's. the usual new years resolutions have been set (work out more, don't eat so much junk food, etc.) but i also set some goals which i am absolutely positive i will achieve by the end of this year. so no regrets, good luck to me, and i know i'll make it happen this year '09!
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