There’ll be two dates on your tombstone
And all your friends will read ’em
But all that’s gonna matter is that little dash between ’em…"
It was another interesting morning. I had coffee with a friend who is at a point where he is about to start a new career. He is in his sixties so he can start a new life knowing that there still are many years ahead that can provide him peace, happiness and satisfaction while he is doing something of value. I also got e-mail from a young friend how is trying to decide on relocating to another city where she feels her and her husband can find what they were meant to do as the begin their new life together. Just like my older friend they are ready to start a new life.
These choices are never easy, too many people tell us what we should do, we are concerned about the unknown and we were always told to try never to make a mistake. To these dear friends I only could only offer my best wishes while suggesting they risk doing what is right for themselves. I have learned that it is perfectly alright to make a mistake, we can try what sounds right and if it is not what we had hoped for we can move on to something else. The risk we take is the chance to be happy. Taking the safest route often leaves one wondering for the rest of their lives what it might have been like if only they would have chosen differently.
The quote above reminds us that we live in the dash. None of us will be here forever and every day we wait to invest in ourselves is a day lost forever. I sometimes think it would be worth our while to think that the end is just around the corner so that we understood that now is the time, the time to start the rest of our lives the way we would like them to be.
So what got me started on this, it was the following article. It carries an attention getting message.
What Will Matter
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won’t matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter is not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice. Choose to live a life that matters.
Michael Josephson is a nationally known ethicist and radio commentator.
"The best way to predict your future is to create it."
A new doctor had arrived in town. He could cure anything and anybody. Everyone was amazed with what he could do – everyone except for Mr. Thompson, the town skeptic.
Grumpy old Mr. Thompson went to visit this ‘miracle doctor’ to prove that he wasn’t anybody special. When it was time for his appointment he told the doctor, "Hey, doc, I’ve lost my sense of taste. I can’t taste nothin’, so what are ya goin’ to do?"
The doctor scratched his head and mumbled to himself a little, then told Mr. Thompson, "What you need is jar number 47."
So the doctor brought the jar out, opened it, and told Mr. Thompson to taste it. He tasted it and immediately spit it out, "This is gross!" he yelled. "Looks like I just restored your sense of taste Mr. Thompson," said the doctor. So Mr. Thompson went home…. very mad.
One month later, Mr. Thompson decides to go back to the doctor and try once again to expose him as a fake, by complaining of a new problem. "Doc," he started, "I can’t remember anything!" Thinking he had the doctor stumped now, he waited as the doctor scratched his head, mumbled to himself a little, and told Mr. Thompson, "What you need is jar number 47, it’s……" But before the doctor could finish his sentence, Mr. Thompson was cured and fled the room!
Am I getting older or is the supermarket playing great music?
You might be from Las Vegas If…..
* – You no longer associate bridges with water.
* – You can say 110 degrees without fainting.
* – You can make instant sun tea.
* – You learn that a seat belt makes a good branding iron.
* – The temperature drops below 85, and you feel a bit chilled.
* – You discover that in July, it takes only 2 fingers to drive your car.
* – You discover you can get a sunburn through your car window.
* – You notice the best parking place is determined by shade, not distance.
* – It’s noon in July, kids are on summer vacation, and not one person is on the streets.
* – Hot water comes out of both taps.
* – You actually burn your hand opening the car door.
* – No one would dream of putting vinyl upholstery in a car or not having air conditioning.
* – Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?
* – You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
The self is not something that one finds. It is something that one creates.
"Can you tell me how old the dinosaur bones are?" a tourist asked the museum guard.
"They are three million, four years and six months old."
"That’s an awfully exact number. How do you know their age so precisely?"
"Well, the dinosaur bones were three million years old when I started working here and that was four and a half years ago."
Conditions are never just right.
People who delay action until all factors are favorable are the kind who do nothing.
Mensa is an organization whose members have an IQ of 140 or higher. A few years ago, there was a Mensa convention in San Francisco, and several members lunched at a local cafe.
While dining, they discovered that their saltshaker contained pepperand their pepper shaker was full of salt. How could they swap the contents of the bottles without spilling, and using only the implements at hand? Clearly this was a job for Mensa!
The group debated and presented ideas, and finally came up with a brilliant solution involving a napkin, a straw, and an empty saucer. They called the waitress over to dazzle her with their solution.
"Ma’am," they said, "we couldn’t help but notice that the pepper shaker contains salt and the salt shaker…"
"Oh," the waitress interrupted. "Sorry about that." She unscrewed the caps of both bottles and switched them.
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart.
Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
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The editor is somewhat senile.