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Thursday, December 19, 2013
What makes it worth it?
Lately I've been occupied with a lot of thing; school, books, and a few projects of my own. I've taken a break from writing these because I thought I was moving away from that way of thinking. Which is kind of true in a way. But in all honestly I just wasn't managing my life's thoughts and actions in the way I wanted too. By that I mean I was accepting things at face value instead of looking into the lessons you could really learn. I didn't like this because I like thinking about life.
To remedy this, I thought back to one of my favorite books. One that has taught me quite a lot about life and that there are many ways to go about living it. This book is called Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom. An excellent read if you haven't yet. Truly eye-opening.
After reading this a few weeks ago, I've had one question on my mind more often than not: What makes life worth living?
Just take a moment to think about your life?
Are you happy? Not some bullshit story you tell yourself trying to convince yourself you're happy. I mean completely, wholly happy.
Well, as we know, I like to tell stories that I've happened to experience that fit with this topic of discussion. So, here is the first.
Right after high school I was just as excited as most to be continuing my education at the next level. But also like a lot of my fellow graduating class I had no idea what I wanted to do. I enrolled in my first semester without any trouble, though, and decided just to get my basics out of the way. All way going just find and dandy until I began running out of basic classes to take. It just so happened that at the same time I was approached by a businessman who whispered in my ear that the business course of study could be very profitable. So like any other young and ambitious student would do, I enrolled in business classes.
Days continued to roll by and I kept in touch with this businessman and began to learn more about his life. I found out that he had more money than he could spend in 10 lifetimes, worked at a position of prestige in a well known oil company, and owned multiple houses and small businesses. He traveled to different locations weekly, staying at high end hotels, got to see far away places, and seemed to be living the life. What could he possibly be missing?
More time passed and I began to get to know them on a more personal level. After talking more I began to notice a trend. They had absolutely no personal connection with anyone. They had lost contact with their family due to excessive business ventures and only focused on building their green empire. All their friends all had the same views with only talks on how to make more money. Now they're in their mid fifties. Alone. In a big empty house with no one left to share their accomplishments with. I asked myself if I'd truly be happy being in business, trying to climb the corporate ladder. I changed my major quickly. I'm not saying you can't be happy in business. It just wasn't for me.
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Now the next story is one we all know, I'm sure. This girl has become a household name within the past month or so by her obscene stage performances and ridiculous dance moves. That's right, I'm talking about Miley Cyrus.
I'm not one to watch the news, or some MTV music show or whatever crappy TV program that happens to be on. Why? Because I hate the message it sends to society. Now, I don't dislike everything she is doing. If she's doing these things because it's what truly, deep down, brings her happiness then, by all
means, Miley, twerk your ass off. But don't do it on TV for every little kid in America to see. The thing I've always disliked about how we look at celebrities is how we idolize them.
We treat them like gods. They can do no wrong and anything they do is cool. We may all make fun of Miley's twerking but there are thousands, if not millions, of people twerking. Celebs have big TVs so we have to have big TVs. They wear a certain kind of clothes so we go buy what they wear. We think that we'll be cool if copy and do everything that they're doing. But does doing all these things make us happy? I don't think so. At least nothing more than temporary happiness. In a few months there will be a bigger TV, new fashions, and another celeb doing the next 'cool' thing.
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In my first story, I'm just a kid lost trying to find my way in life. This rich person comes along who thinks he has life figured out but it turns out he's bankrupt in the ways that count. In my second story, I try to show that not being anyone other than who you want to be won't bring you happiness.
Yet, we continue strive for those high paying jobs and fall into what is believed to bring us happiness. Why? I think its to fill a gap in our hearts. When we strive for to be something else, we lose pieces of who we truly are. Instead of trying to out-do each other, why not embrace each other and genuinely care about the people in our lives. Don't fill the gaps in your heart with material objects or ideas of happiness, fill it with pieces of others by connecting with them through love and compassion.
So, what makes life worth living? I'll leave you to answer that but in answering it be honest with yourself. To conclude I'll read something I read in one of my classes this semester:
A meteorology professor stood before his Meteorology 101 class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty glass 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 jar of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open spaces between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar and 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 then proceeded to pour the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the grains of 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 partner, your health, your children, 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 your 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 partner out dancing. Play another 18.
"There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party 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." -- unknown
How will you fill your jar?
To remedy this, I thought back to one of my favorite books. One that has taught me quite a lot about life and that there are many ways to go about living it. This book is called Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom. An excellent read if you haven't yet. Truly eye-opening.
After reading this a few weeks ago, I've had one question on my mind more often than not: What makes life worth living?
Just take a moment to think about your life?
Are you happy? Not some bullshit story you tell yourself trying to convince yourself you're happy. I mean completely, wholly happy.
Well, as we know, I like to tell stories that I've happened to experience that fit with this topic of discussion. So, here is the first.
Right after high school I was just as excited as most to be continuing my education at the next level. But also like a lot of my fellow graduating class I had no idea what I wanted to do. I enrolled in my first semester without any trouble, though, and decided just to get my basics out of the way. All way going just find and dandy until I began running out of basic classes to take. It just so happened that at the same time I was approached by a businessman who whispered in my ear that the business course of study could be very profitable. So like any other young and ambitious student would do, I enrolled in business classes.
Days continued to roll by and I kept in touch with this businessman and began to learn more about his life. I found out that he had more money than he could spend in 10 lifetimes, worked at a position of prestige in a well known oil company, and owned multiple houses and small businesses. He traveled to different locations weekly, staying at high end hotels, got to see far away places, and seemed to be living the life. What could he possibly be missing?
More time passed and I began to get to know them on a more personal level. After talking more I began to notice a trend. They had absolutely no personal connection with anyone. They had lost contact with their family due to excessive business ventures and only focused on building their green empire. All their friends all had the same views with only talks on how to make more money. Now they're in their mid fifties. Alone. In a big empty house with no one left to share their accomplishments with. I asked myself if I'd truly be happy being in business, trying to climb the corporate ladder. I changed my major quickly. I'm not saying you can't be happy in business. It just wasn't for me.
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Now the next story is one we all know, I'm sure. This girl has become a household name within the past month or so by her obscene stage performances and ridiculous dance moves. That's right, I'm talking about Miley Cyrus.
I'm not one to watch the news, or some MTV music show or whatever crappy TV program that happens to be on. Why? Because I hate the message it sends to society. Now, I don't dislike everything she is doing. If she's doing these things because it's what truly, deep down, brings her happiness then, by all
means, Miley, twerk your ass off. But don't do it on TV for every little kid in America to see. The thing I've always disliked about how we look at celebrities is how we idolize them.
We treat them like gods. They can do no wrong and anything they do is cool. We may all make fun of Miley's twerking but there are thousands, if not millions, of people twerking. Celebs have big TVs so we have to have big TVs. They wear a certain kind of clothes so we go buy what they wear. We think that we'll be cool if copy and do everything that they're doing. But does doing all these things make us happy? I don't think so. At least nothing more than temporary happiness. In a few months there will be a bigger TV, new fashions, and another celeb doing the next 'cool' thing.
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In my first story, I'm just a kid lost trying to find my way in life. This rich person comes along who thinks he has life figured out but it turns out he's bankrupt in the ways that count. In my second story, I try to show that not being anyone other than who you want to be won't bring you happiness.
Yet, we continue strive for those high paying jobs and fall into what is believed to bring us happiness. Why? I think its to fill a gap in our hearts. When we strive for to be something else, we lose pieces of who we truly are. Instead of trying to out-do each other, why not embrace each other and genuinely care about the people in our lives. Don't fill the gaps in your heart with material objects or ideas of happiness, fill it with pieces of others by connecting with them through love and compassion.
So, what makes life worth living? I'll leave you to answer that but in answering it be honest with yourself. To conclude I'll read something I read in one of my classes this semester:
A meteorology professor stood before his Meteorology 101 class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty glass 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 jar of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open spaces between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar and 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 then proceeded to pour the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the grains of 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 partner, your health, your children, 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 your 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 partner out dancing. Play another 18.
"There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party 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." -- unknown
How will you fill your jar?
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Life is a.....
To be honest this is probably my fifth or sixth time trying to write this particular blog so hopefully the right words come out this time. Truth be told I've known what I want to say but it never comes out right. The past few months I've really opened my eyes and tried to see the big picture. To see what this life is about. I've spent countless hours watching people or sitting in my car and watching the stars just thinking about life and this is what I came up with.
Life is a (insert word). Things happen and it sucks. It seems like everyone around us is either dying or sick or hurting and it sucks. It hurts more than anything else in this world in my opinion to see other people suffer.
Six years ago my life changed, as I've said over and over and over again. I've never told absolutely anyone what I went through emotionally, though. After I came out of my drugged out dream world, that I don't remember for the most part, I had to face reality. Everyone has always known me as a positive person and thought it was easy for me to go through what I did. That can't be anything but the farthest from the truth. I laid in bed every night for a month wondering what I was going to do with my life. It hurt to lay there, just fighting my emotions in an unknown world.
I can remember this day vividly. I was laying in bed thinking about why this had happened to me. Just watching the lines on the monitor go up and down. Watching the clouds pass slowly in front of the sun. Fading in and out of the dull, grey world I was drowning myself in. The pain I felt inside was indescribable. Then I thought, why does life have to be like this? Full of hurt. Full of pain. Then I realized, it doesn't. In a single thought my life change. My world became brighter.
When life throws you opportunity, grasp it. If you get the chance to do something that you think is crazy or you normally would never do something like that, why not do it? I'm not saying be stupid and ruin your life but do something positive and make your life worthwhile. Its scary to think how unbelievably fast life can be taken and you only get one shot at life so why not give it your best shot. Go new places and meet new people. Take that trip you've been meaning to take. Say hello to a stranger or stand up for something you never have. Don't miss the chance to just be yourself. Just stay positive and have fun. Try to do something different every single day of your life.
The Point-
If your hurting or are lost in life I know exactly what your going through. I've been there. Life is a (insert word), but don't drown yourself in the hurt and anger. Live life to the absolute fullest and chase your dreams. It doesn't matter how crazy they seem. If you don't and you let yourself, someone or something hold you back, you will regret every single day of your life after that. If your not happy then whats the point? Tomorrow do me a favor. Do something you've never done. Just say hello to a classmate you sit beside or go skydive or just take a walk under the stars and get back to being yourself.. Well, I think this is what I've been wanting to post so I hope everyone enjoys it! Have a awesome life and BE YOURSELF!
Thanks to the friend that talked with me. You know who you are.
Life is a (insert word). Things happen and it sucks. It seems like everyone around us is either dying or sick or hurting and it sucks. It hurts more than anything else in this world in my opinion to see other people suffer.
Six years ago my life changed, as I've said over and over and over again. I've never told absolutely anyone what I went through emotionally, though. After I came out of my drugged out dream world, that I don't remember for the most part, I had to face reality. Everyone has always known me as a positive person and thought it was easy for me to go through what I did. That can't be anything but the farthest from the truth. I laid in bed every night for a month wondering what I was going to do with my life. It hurt to lay there, just fighting my emotions in an unknown world.
I can remember this day vividly. I was laying in bed thinking about why this had happened to me. Just watching the lines on the monitor go up and down. Watching the clouds pass slowly in front of the sun. Fading in and out of the dull, grey world I was drowning myself in. The pain I felt inside was indescribable. Then I thought, why does life have to be like this? Full of hurt. Full of pain. Then I realized, it doesn't. In a single thought my life change. My world became brighter.
When life throws you opportunity, grasp it. If you get the chance to do something that you think is crazy or you normally would never do something like that, why not do it? I'm not saying be stupid and ruin your life but do something positive and make your life worthwhile. Its scary to think how unbelievably fast life can be taken and you only get one shot at life so why not give it your best shot. Go new places and meet new people. Take that trip you've been meaning to take. Say hello to a stranger or stand up for something you never have. Don't miss the chance to just be yourself. Just stay positive and have fun. Try to do something different every single day of your life.
The Point-
If your hurting or are lost in life I know exactly what your going through. I've been there. Life is a (insert word), but don't drown yourself in the hurt and anger. Live life to the absolute fullest and chase your dreams. It doesn't matter how crazy they seem. If you don't and you let yourself, someone or something hold you back, you will regret every single day of your life after that. If your not happy then whats the point? Tomorrow do me a favor. Do something you've never done. Just say hello to a classmate you sit beside or go skydive or just take a walk under the stars and get back to being yourself.. Well, I think this is what I've been wanting to post so I hope everyone enjoys it! Have a awesome life and BE YOURSELF!
Thanks to the friend that talked with me. You know who you are.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Last Words
Well it's definitely summer time outside. I hope everyone is enjoying the heat, sunshine and the good times that come with it as much as I am. It seems I start my posts out the same way here lately and that's by apologizing for being late, once again. Well this time I'm not because well, it's summer and i'm a slacker and procrastinator just as much as the next person.
Anyway, awhile back I asked people on Facebook for feedback and suggestions and that's exactly what I got. I was overwhelmed with all the positive feedback and it's help push me toward great things. The few suggestions I got were really good ones and I've neglected them until now. So this one is dedicated to everyone who wrote me with feedback and suggestions and it's specially dedicated to the person who suggested this topic. I hope you know who you are.
The reason it took me so long to write about this is I usually like to have two stories with every post but I only have one for this one, so lets hope y'all enjoy it.
The Story-
When I was in the hospital, my days consisted of the same schedule everyday. Wake up, get dressed, hop in the chair, take meds, head to therapy, get my ass kicked, eat lunch, more therapy, spend the late afternoon/evening not doing anything, eat, sleep and repeat. After our therapy was over in the afternoon we had about 7 hours to literally sit around and do nothing. Well, most of us would spend our time outside simply because we were trapped inside for the other parts of the day. While we were sitting out there we tried not to get pooped on by pigeons(seriously this is the weirdest spelled word on planet earth), thought to ourselves about where our lives were to lead and lastly, we talked. We told stories from the day, stories from the past, how our accidents happened, and basically any kind of story you could think of just to pass the time.
During these hours of shooting the bull and story telling we gained knowledge that was just as important as the therapy we were in and most of all we made friends. Friends who we've never known before but trusted because we had nothing else.
-Before I tell the rest of the story you need to know a few things about the therapy place. It wasn't just for people like me. It was for stroke victims, the brain injured, people who had no idea what was wrong with them and just about anything you can think of. I've never told anyone this next part and I really don't know why but it's one that needs to be heard.
During my months I was in this place, I noticed everyone who was in there. There was was a certain guy, who was from the 3rd floor(Brain injury floor) who I kept noticing but never really met because he was never outside. Along with this guy, was another guy who was at his side all the time and never left, so I figured he was a helper of some sort. One day, while I was sitting outside by myself, waiting on everyone to come out at join me, an unfamiliar voice asked me if he could join me for awhile. I turned and look to see who it was and saw the face of the "helper" I had never met before. I introduce myself, as did he and he said his name was John. After a few minutes of talking I finally got the nerve to ask what happened to the guy he was taking care of. He chuckled brokenly and said "well, it's a long story." I said "I have as much time as you do so tell if you want to."
A troubled look came over John's face and I told him he didn't have to and he replied with no, he's been needing to talk about it. The following was his story:
"You know, it's funny how life works sometimes. You know that guy I'm always with? That's my best frie.... Well, was my best friend. I've known him since I was 5 years old and we grew up together. We did everything you can possibly imagine together. About a month before he was injured we got in a huge fight over the stupidest thing you could ever imagine. I ended up punching him, telling him I hated his guts and to never talk to me again. Well, I haven't spoken to him since that day. You see my friend has a brain injury and he can't really think, act or talk by himself so I'm here learning how to take care of him and what not." I said "well that's great you were able to put the past behind you and help him." He continued "Yah but the thing is, my friend is brain dead now and the last memory he has is of my hating his guts over something stupid."
The Point-
This was probably one of the most heartbreaking stories I've ever hear in my life but I'm glad he told me. You see, we all have family, friends, colleagues and even enemies that we take advantage of. We go to sleep at night knowing that they'll be there the next day. But what if they're not? If you woke up in the morning and something happened to someone you loved, would you be content with how you last left them? My answer to that is no and I'm pretty sure yours is probably the same. Don't ever take for granted that your loved ones will always be there, because they won't. Let them know how much they mean to you in any way possible. If you do this, it will hurt when they leave but I can promise you it won't hurt nearly as bad. If your not as good with talking to people and telling them how you feel, write them a letter or simply just tell them to read this. They'll get the message, I promise.
Well, until next time, stay safe and I love you all.
Anyway, awhile back I asked people on Facebook for feedback and suggestions and that's exactly what I got. I was overwhelmed with all the positive feedback and it's help push me toward great things. The few suggestions I got were really good ones and I've neglected them until now. So this one is dedicated to everyone who wrote me with feedback and suggestions and it's specially dedicated to the person who suggested this topic. I hope you know who you are.
The reason it took me so long to write about this is I usually like to have two stories with every post but I only have one for this one, so lets hope y'all enjoy it.
The Story-
When I was in the hospital, my days consisted of the same schedule everyday. Wake up, get dressed, hop in the chair, take meds, head to therapy, get my ass kicked, eat lunch, more therapy, spend the late afternoon/evening not doing anything, eat, sleep and repeat. After our therapy was over in the afternoon we had about 7 hours to literally sit around and do nothing. Well, most of us would spend our time outside simply because we were trapped inside for the other parts of the day. While we were sitting out there we tried not to get pooped on by pigeons(seriously this is the weirdest spelled word on planet earth), thought to ourselves about where our lives were to lead and lastly, we talked. We told stories from the day, stories from the past, how our accidents happened, and basically any kind of story you could think of just to pass the time.
During these hours of shooting the bull and story telling we gained knowledge that was just as important as the therapy we were in and most of all we made friends. Friends who we've never known before but trusted because we had nothing else.
-Before I tell the rest of the story you need to know a few things about the therapy place. It wasn't just for people like me. It was for stroke victims, the brain injured, people who had no idea what was wrong with them and just about anything you can think of. I've never told anyone this next part and I really don't know why but it's one that needs to be heard.
During my months I was in this place, I noticed everyone who was in there. There was was a certain guy, who was from the 3rd floor(Brain injury floor) who I kept noticing but never really met because he was never outside. Along with this guy, was another guy who was at his side all the time and never left, so I figured he was a helper of some sort. One day, while I was sitting outside by myself, waiting on everyone to come out at join me, an unfamiliar voice asked me if he could join me for awhile. I turned and look to see who it was and saw the face of the "helper" I had never met before. I introduce myself, as did he and he said his name was John. After a few minutes of talking I finally got the nerve to ask what happened to the guy he was taking care of. He chuckled brokenly and said "well, it's a long story." I said "I have as much time as you do so tell if you want to."
A troubled look came over John's face and I told him he didn't have to and he replied with no, he's been needing to talk about it. The following was his story:
"You know, it's funny how life works sometimes. You know that guy I'm always with? That's my best frie.... Well, was my best friend. I've known him since I was 5 years old and we grew up together. We did everything you can possibly imagine together. About a month before he was injured we got in a huge fight over the stupidest thing you could ever imagine. I ended up punching him, telling him I hated his guts and to never talk to me again. Well, I haven't spoken to him since that day. You see my friend has a brain injury and he can't really think, act or talk by himself so I'm here learning how to take care of him and what not." I said "well that's great you were able to put the past behind you and help him." He continued "Yah but the thing is, my friend is brain dead now and the last memory he has is of my hating his guts over something stupid."
The Point-
This was probably one of the most heartbreaking stories I've ever hear in my life but I'm glad he told me. You see, we all have family, friends, colleagues and even enemies that we take advantage of. We go to sleep at night knowing that they'll be there the next day. But what if they're not? If you woke up in the morning and something happened to someone you loved, would you be content with how you last left them? My answer to that is no and I'm pretty sure yours is probably the same. Don't ever take for granted that your loved ones will always be there, because they won't. Let them know how much they mean to you in any way possible. If you do this, it will hurt when they leave but I can promise you it won't hurt nearly as bad. If your not as good with talking to people and telling them how you feel, write them a letter or simply just tell them to read this. They'll get the message, I promise.
Well, until next time, stay safe and I love you all.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Rich
Gah, it seems like forever since I've written anything, well, probably because it has been forever. I know it seems like my last few posts have all started this same way but the truth is I'm working on a bigger project right now. So, once again I sincerely apologize for neglecting this blog and all my readers but I will try my hardest to write more often. Also, for those of us in school or have kids college that are now out and home for summer, I hope your enjoying every second of it as much as I am.
With it being summer, I've had the privileged to see all of my friends once again and catch up. One night I was hanging out with a friend and we were discussing our semesters and school in general when we came across the topics of where our lives were going or where we wanted them to go. Things lead to other things and we started to discuss the meaning of being rich.
The King-
There once was a boy who was fascinated with building things. He would spend every day of his childhood gathering materials to build miniature palaces and kingdoms. Soon the boy grew older and eventually ruled over a huge kingdom that was passed down from his father. The king had everything you could possibly imagine. Everything from gold to all the wives he wanted to exotic animals from all over the world and a huge palace to put all his riches in. He spent his days scheming and plotting new ways to gather new riches and expand his kingdom further and further until it eventually became the largest kingdom in history. Over time the king grew ill. He became sicker and sicker as he grew older and older. One night while on his death bed, the kings oldest son, who was due to inherent the kingdom, came to visit the king. The son noticed the the king looked unhappy and asked what was wrong. The king replied "Son, I have a heart of greed that's filled with nothing but loneliness."
The Beach Bum-
There one lived a boy who loved to play in the ocean. He would spend his days playing in the waves and eventually developed a passion for surfing. As the boy grew up into an adult, he began entering surf competitions. For the first 5 or 6 years the man was broke. He lived in a shack near the beach, drove a old rusty car and spent his days perfecting his surfing techniques and enter more and more competitions. The man was insanely good and had multiple sponsorships. As the man grew older, he eventually married and had a son. They still lived in the shack, drove the old, rusty car and spent their days surfing. This is what amazed the other local people. They all talked behind his back, saying he had a drug problem and this is where all his money went. One day, the locals found the man laying on his surf board on the beach. One of the men searched the body and found a note and map reading: "Half goes to my family and the other half goes to charity." After following the map to the mans house, the found a chest with millions of dollars stashed away.
The Point-
In my first story the king had everything that he thought would make him happy but then realized when he was dying that he was unhappy. In my second story the bum followed what his heart desired and what made him happy. He could of used all the money he won to buy everything he ever wanted but he realized that he didn't need these things to be happy. His happiness came from following what his heart desired. When I was discussing what our futures hold with my friend, we both realized we were going to school for the wrong reason. We were both going to school to hopefully get rich. That's when I realized that having money and other riches doesn't define happiness. Being rich means following your heart and doing what makes you internally happy. So if you love to sing, sing. If you like to help people progress, become a therapist. But whatever you do, do it because you love doing it. If you don't you will never be happy with what you are doing.
With it being summer, I've had the privileged to see all of my friends once again and catch up. One night I was hanging out with a friend and we were discussing our semesters and school in general when we came across the topics of where our lives were going or where we wanted them to go. Things lead to other things and we started to discuss the meaning of being rich.
The King-
There once was a boy who was fascinated with building things. He would spend every day of his childhood gathering materials to build miniature palaces and kingdoms. Soon the boy grew older and eventually ruled over a huge kingdom that was passed down from his father. The king had everything you could possibly imagine. Everything from gold to all the wives he wanted to exotic animals from all over the world and a huge palace to put all his riches in. He spent his days scheming and plotting new ways to gather new riches and expand his kingdom further and further until it eventually became the largest kingdom in history. Over time the king grew ill. He became sicker and sicker as he grew older and older. One night while on his death bed, the kings oldest son, who was due to inherent the kingdom, came to visit the king. The son noticed the the king looked unhappy and asked what was wrong. The king replied "Son, I have a heart of greed that's filled with nothing but loneliness."
The Beach Bum-
There one lived a boy who loved to play in the ocean. He would spend his days playing in the waves and eventually developed a passion for surfing. As the boy grew up into an adult, he began entering surf competitions. For the first 5 or 6 years the man was broke. He lived in a shack near the beach, drove a old rusty car and spent his days perfecting his surfing techniques and enter more and more competitions. The man was insanely good and had multiple sponsorships. As the man grew older, he eventually married and had a son. They still lived in the shack, drove the old, rusty car and spent their days surfing. This is what amazed the other local people. They all talked behind his back, saying he had a drug problem and this is where all his money went. One day, the locals found the man laying on his surf board on the beach. One of the men searched the body and found a note and map reading: "Half goes to my family and the other half goes to charity." After following the map to the mans house, the found a chest with millions of dollars stashed away.
The Point-
In my first story the king had everything that he thought would make him happy but then realized when he was dying that he was unhappy. In my second story the bum followed what his heart desired and what made him happy. He could of used all the money he won to buy everything he ever wanted but he realized that he didn't need these things to be happy. His happiness came from following what his heart desired. When I was discussing what our futures hold with my friend, we both realized we were going to school for the wrong reason. We were both going to school to hopefully get rich. That's when I realized that having money and other riches doesn't define happiness. Being rich means following your heart and doing what makes you internally happy. So if you love to sing, sing. If you like to help people progress, become a therapist. But whatever you do, do it because you love doing it. If you don't you will never be happy with what you are doing.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Meanings
Ok, I guess I've been neglecting this long enough but for us college kids the past few weeks have been quite hectic. That's right, we spent countless hours burying our faces in books trying to learn a semesters worth of knowledge in just a short time. So congratulations to everyone who has made it through another dreadful few months and double gratz to those who have made all the way through and finished up their last semester ever!
So last night I sent a post out on FB to see what my next topic would be and it seemed everyone wanted me to talk about "Plan B" or "Friends." Well I woke this morning after spend a majority of last night thinking about what to write in these and was preparing to write when I noticed I had a message from a friend I had not heard from in quite awhile. She is a reader of my stuff and had very sincere message giving feedback as I asked in the previous blog. So I know I promised to write what y'all demanded but this seemed more meaningful. I'll get to the others, just not today. Sorry if your disappointed and if y'all really want I'll write another one within the next few days. Just let me know.
Story 1-
This is a story of a girl who grew up living life as a normal kid(We'll call her Sam). Sam went to school everyday just like everyone else and was one of the more popular kids in school. She liked to have a good time so she didn't pay much attention to her actions or the things she said. Growing up in a small town, her family was close to each other, always being there and supporting each other through the thick and thin. On July 21, 2004 a young boy was born into Sam's family. Not knowing yet but this young boy would have an impact on the her life forever. The boy was diagnosed with Mytochondria and was told he wouldn't live passed the age of One. He can't see, talk, walk or eat on his own and has severe seizures. Sam became very close to the boy by learning how to care for him and eventually created an emotional connection with him. One day Sam went to the grocery store to get a few items and ran into a friend so they decided to shop together. While shopping they noticed a lady and her son who had a mental handicap. The friend saw the boy do something and said "Hahaha, Sam, did you just see what that retard did?"
Story 2-
I was with one of my friends that I had not seen in awhile due to college and we were getting ready to go out and have a night on the town. After we were ready, we hopped in the car and went to the bar where we were meeting a group of others. Upon arriving, we go in and start shaking everyone's hand and telling everyone hello. One of my more crazy friends came up and said "TK, whats up my crippled friend?" I replied with my normal "not much dude, how have you been?" After we caught up, I introduced him to the friend I came with, who had had a disgruntled look on his face. As the night went on I could still tell there was still tension between to the two, so after we left I asked my friend what was the matter. He said "Did you hear what that guy called you? That didn't bother you?"
The Point-
In theses two stories, there are words used that are offending. These are words that we use in every day situations without even realizing what the true meaning of the word is. These words don't just effect the person they're directed to but others connected to this person too. In story 1, Sam's family member is not only highly offended by this word but Sam is also. Sam hates hearing these words because despite of the boy's disabilities, he has fought and proven against the odds. The boy is now 8 years old even though he's a "retard" he's done more in his life than any of us have. In story 2 my friend called me crippled. This had absolutely no effect on me because I could care less what people call me. On the other hand, my friend was highly upset by the gesture and would of probably fought the guy if I would have let him. So when you go out these next few days pay attention to the words you say. You may not mean anything by it but to others words DO hurt, not only the directly affected but those around them too.
So last night I sent a post out on FB to see what my next topic would be and it seemed everyone wanted me to talk about "Plan B" or "Friends." Well I woke this morning after spend a majority of last night thinking about what to write in these and was preparing to write when I noticed I had a message from a friend I had not heard from in quite awhile. She is a reader of my stuff and had very sincere message giving feedback as I asked in the previous blog. So I know I promised to write what y'all demanded but this seemed more meaningful. I'll get to the others, just not today. Sorry if your disappointed and if y'all really want I'll write another one within the next few days. Just let me know.
Story 1-
This is a story of a girl who grew up living life as a normal kid(We'll call her Sam). Sam went to school everyday just like everyone else and was one of the more popular kids in school. She liked to have a good time so she didn't pay much attention to her actions or the things she said. Growing up in a small town, her family was close to each other, always being there and supporting each other through the thick and thin. On July 21, 2004 a young boy was born into Sam's family. Not knowing yet but this young boy would have an impact on the her life forever. The boy was diagnosed with Mytochondria and was told he wouldn't live passed the age of One. He can't see, talk, walk or eat on his own and has severe seizures. Sam became very close to the boy by learning how to care for him and eventually created an emotional connection with him. One day Sam went to the grocery store to get a few items and ran into a friend so they decided to shop together. While shopping they noticed a lady and her son who had a mental handicap. The friend saw the boy do something and said "Hahaha, Sam, did you just see what that retard did?"
Story 2-
I was with one of my friends that I had not seen in awhile due to college and we were getting ready to go out and have a night on the town. After we were ready, we hopped in the car and went to the bar where we were meeting a group of others. Upon arriving, we go in and start shaking everyone's hand and telling everyone hello. One of my more crazy friends came up and said "TK, whats up my crippled friend?" I replied with my normal "not much dude, how have you been?" After we caught up, I introduced him to the friend I came with, who had had a disgruntled look on his face. As the night went on I could still tell there was still tension between to the two, so after we left I asked my friend what was the matter. He said "Did you hear what that guy called you? That didn't bother you?"
The Point-
In theses two stories, there are words used that are offending. These are words that we use in every day situations without even realizing what the true meaning of the word is. These words don't just effect the person they're directed to but others connected to this person too. In story 1, Sam's family member is not only highly offended by this word but Sam is also. Sam hates hearing these words because despite of the boy's disabilities, he has fought and proven against the odds. The boy is now 8 years old even though he's a "retard" he's done more in his life than any of us have. In story 2 my friend called me crippled. This had absolutely no effect on me because I could care less what people call me. On the other hand, my friend was highly upset by the gesture and would of probably fought the guy if I would have let him. So when you go out these next few days pay attention to the words you say. You may not mean anything by it but to others words DO hurt, not only the directly affected but those around them too.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Poker
Well its been awhile so sorry to the people who actually read these things. The good news is that school is almost over so i'll have time to post more(eh, maybe, depending on how my laziness is going) but i will be continuing these until i feel people no longer read them. Now, with that said, after you read this i want you to do a favor for me. Drop by my Facebook page and drop some constructive criticism in my inbox(both good and bad.) Tell me what you like, dont like and anything you want my to write about. This will help me improve my writing skills and it will also give me ideas of what ya'll want as readers. Please don't be scared as this will help both you and me. Even if you don't know me well, DO IT! =]
Anyways, enough rambling.
I have two stories for today's blog and one is a little embarrassing because as a guy i don't have emotions right? hah.
After my accident, I went threw multiple hospitals for medical care and therapy both. In the beginning I was at Memorial Herman hospital for my intense medical care but after this I was transferred to TIRR. This is where I was forced to retrain my thinking both mentally and physically. I was admitted here 3 times throughout 2ish years i think. on my third trip there my routine consisted of therapy from 8am til 4pm on and off. Then we had the rest of the day to be insanely bored and were left alone to waste the day any way we could find how too. So I spent them roaming the halls or sitting outside trying not to get crapped on by birds.
During all this free time i had i was forced to think, whether i wanted to or not. Although i didn't want it to, my mind was insistent on pondering a few things. 1) where was my life going? 2) how am i going to do all the things i used too? 3) why does my life suck so bad, why me?
Story 1.
Sometime during this 3rd trip, I had a life opening moment. One day I was sitting in my room eating lunch and watching re-runs of the Simpsons. After i finished my lunch it was time to head back downstairs for my afternoon therapy that started in 15 mins or so. I proceeded out of my room to the nurses station to ask for my meds and had to wait for her to get them. While waiting I was spying through the open door of another patient. He was laying in bed motionless. He couldnt move any part of his body. Had to breathe with the assistance of a tube going through his neck. While he laid there motionlessly sleeping, his wife, a middle-age Indian woman, was crying at his side.
Story 2.
It was a great time of the year for Wharton County. That's right, the smell of cotton candy, funnel cakes and cow crap filled the air. It was fair time. This means for the next week we had nothing to do but watch the rodeo, ride the rides, enjoy the shows and watch the bands preform. One night I went out with a good friend of mine to watch a band preform and dance the night away. Everyone seemed to be having a good time laughing and dancing to the tunes the band screamed out. Everyone that is, except for me. I sat in the corner watching my friends have fun because i couldnt dance due to the dirt floor. The dance ended and my buddy and I proceeded to the truck and started to drive off. Then it hit me. I started balling my eyes out. My buddy asked what wrong so I told him how bad it made me feel to not be able to do something. We both continued to cry our eyes out until we got to my house.
The Point-
What I want you to gain from these stories is not how bad life sucks, but how amazing your life is. When I was sitting there watching everyone laugh, dance and enjoy themselves it sucked. A week later I was thinking about this happening and i remembered the guy from story 1. Then thoughts jumped in my head. TK that guy would have done anything to be able to get out and and away from the bed he was trapped in. To hold his wife in his arms and never let go. And your crying about not being able to dance? This is when I realized my life is awesome. Everyone is dealt a hand in life and you get the cards you get. You cant change the cards but you can change how you look at them. So what my hand may not be awesome but its the only hand I have. I'm going to throw all of my chips in and live my life to its absolute fullest. No matter how bad you may think your life is, I can promise you that somewhere out there, someone has it 10 times worse and feeling down about your situation won't make it any better. So now its time for you to decide, how are you going to play your hand?
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Anyways, enough rambling.
I have two stories for today's blog and one is a little embarrassing because as a guy i don't have emotions right? hah.
After my accident, I went threw multiple hospitals for medical care and therapy both. In the beginning I was at Memorial Herman hospital for my intense medical care but after this I was transferred to TIRR. This is where I was forced to retrain my thinking both mentally and physically. I was admitted here 3 times throughout 2ish years i think. on my third trip there my routine consisted of therapy from 8am til 4pm on and off. Then we had the rest of the day to be insanely bored and were left alone to waste the day any way we could find how too. So I spent them roaming the halls or sitting outside trying not to get crapped on by birds.
During all this free time i had i was forced to think, whether i wanted to or not. Although i didn't want it to, my mind was insistent on pondering a few things. 1) where was my life going? 2) how am i going to do all the things i used too? 3) why does my life suck so bad, why me?
Story 1.
Sometime during this 3rd trip, I had a life opening moment. One day I was sitting in my room eating lunch and watching re-runs of the Simpsons. After i finished my lunch it was time to head back downstairs for my afternoon therapy that started in 15 mins or so. I proceeded out of my room to the nurses station to ask for my meds and had to wait for her to get them. While waiting I was spying through the open door of another patient. He was laying in bed motionless. He couldnt move any part of his body. Had to breathe with the assistance of a tube going through his neck. While he laid there motionlessly sleeping, his wife, a middle-age Indian woman, was crying at his side.
Story 2.
It was a great time of the year for Wharton County. That's right, the smell of cotton candy, funnel cakes and cow crap filled the air. It was fair time. This means for the next week we had nothing to do but watch the rodeo, ride the rides, enjoy the shows and watch the bands preform. One night I went out with a good friend of mine to watch a band preform and dance the night away. Everyone seemed to be having a good time laughing and dancing to the tunes the band screamed out. Everyone that is, except for me. I sat in the corner watching my friends have fun because i couldnt dance due to the dirt floor. The dance ended and my buddy and I proceeded to the truck and started to drive off. Then it hit me. I started balling my eyes out. My buddy asked what wrong so I told him how bad it made me feel to not be able to do something. We both continued to cry our eyes out until we got to my house.
The Point-
What I want you to gain from these stories is not how bad life sucks, but how amazing your life is. When I was sitting there watching everyone laugh, dance and enjoy themselves it sucked. A week later I was thinking about this happening and i remembered the guy from story 1. Then thoughts jumped in my head. TK that guy would have done anything to be able to get out and and away from the bed he was trapped in. To hold his wife in his arms and never let go. And your crying about not being able to dance? This is when I realized my life is awesome. Everyone is dealt a hand in life and you get the cards you get. You cant change the cards but you can change how you look at them. So what my hand may not be awesome but its the only hand I have. I'm going to throw all of my chips in and live my life to its absolute fullest. No matter how bad you may think your life is, I can promise you that somewhere out there, someone has it 10 times worse and feeling down about your situation won't make it any better. So now its time for you to decide, how are you going to play your hand?
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