"So you cross into a street with a throng of people everyday, with hurried strides, your breath almost in staccato as you try to beat the red light. You push through the crowd before the train closes at your face as you find a vacant spot, sipping what is left of your now spilled coffee. You try to live like this everyday - you've been in this same routine everyday, and you're asking yourself, why are you still unhappy. The train is picking up speed now, up to the next station, as lives, powerlines, buildings, swiftly pass you by. You laugh at this sudden realization, because this is your life, this is what people, what the world - expects to be your life. But will you ever know that your time here is done before you even know it? Did you ever have that courage to start that book that you said you will write, that blank canvass hanging on the wall of your apartment? How about all the dreams that you fantasized about when you were a kid - before the world told you it was never going to go anywhere, it was never practical? We are the time keepers of our own time,the trappers of our own experiences. You could be crazy enough to climb a mountain and chase off the sunset. You can jump off that cliff if you want to, live in a city where no one knows your name and never come back.
But what's holding you back? People?Yourself?
You're back now to the real world as the doors have opened, as you push through a throng of people right before the train door slams in front of your face. As you walk, you stop midtrack, because for a moment, for fleeting moment, everything felt possible. When will you really live,and not just exist?"
"Growing up means learning what life is. When you're little, you have a set of ideals, standards, criteria, plans, outlooks, and you think that you have to sit around and wait for them to happen to you and then life will work. But life isn't like that, for anybody; you can't fall in love with a standard, you have to fall in love with a person.You can't live in a criteria, you have to live your life. You can't wait for your plans to materialize, because they may never materialize the way you think they will. You can't wait to watch your ideals and standards walk up to you, because you can't know what's yours until you have it. I always say, always take the first chance in case you never get a second one, but growing up takes that even one step further, growing up means that you have to hold on to what you have, when you have it, because what you have - that's yours - and all the ideals and criteria you have set in your head, those aren't yours, because those haven't happened to you."
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly 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.
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 a unanimous 'yes'. The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire content 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 thatthis jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things — your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions — and 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 and 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. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit your grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
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 and said, 'I'm glad you asked.' The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.
“Just because nobody has realized that you are unique doesn't mean you aren't. Just because you haven't done anything you'd call great doesn't mean you're not important. Just because you don't get compliments about your appearance doesn't mean you aren't beautiful. And just because nobody has told you they love you does not mean that you are not worthy of love. These things are part of a package deal. It's called Life. You're born. Great, you get them. All of them. That's it. Sorry but you don't really get a say.”
“La foi en la vie, c'est de croire qu'il y a une place pour toi derrière le brouillard. En ce moment, tu penses que tu es tout petit, tout cassé, sans importance, mais quelque part, derrière ce gris, une place t'est réservé, une place où te seras heureux.. Alors ne juge pas ta vie par rapport à ce que tu es aujourd'hui, juge-la en pensant à cette place que tu vas finir par occuper si tu cherches vraiment sans tricher.”
“Life isn't meant to be an all or nothing battle between misery and bliss. Life isn't meant to be a battle at all. And when it comes to happiness, well, sometimes life is just OK. Sometimes it's comfortable, sometimes wonderful, sometimes boring, sometimes uncomfortable. When your day's not perfect, it's not a failure or a terrible loss. It's just another day.”