Praise the bridge that carried you over.
Things are looking up for me, my back pain is almost tolerable and I get to finally see my dentist this morning after having to cancel two appointments while I was bed ridden. The better news is that I am off the steroids. Tomorrow I see the spine pain specialist so we can see what I need to do to avoid future episodes of debilitating back pain.
One of the things that went through my mind over the last few days as how I have viewed time over the years, when I was younger time was often measured in years, you know things like next year I am going to travel, or go to a University of the like. Later on in the midyears time was more often thought of in terms of months it was no longer the big events but rather the things that we all have to do as time goes on, so much is preceded by “next month I am going to…” Now it is measured in days for example tomorrow I will see the doctor and the next day will be better. It is not at all bad to recognize the value of each day and what it has to offer; appreciating what we can do is a good investment in time.
Here is an article written years ago that says it well.
What Will Matter
Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. 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 on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end. It won’t matter whether you where 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 how 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 are 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.
Do not care overly much for wealth or power or fame, or one day you will meet someone who cares for none of these things, and you will realize how poor you have become.
My wife is a shopping expert, here are some tips:
- Get it now. Tomorrow it might be gone.
- If it’s on sale, you need it.
- Never ask your mother her opinion.
- You can always take it back.
- You’ll grow into it.
- By the time you need it, you’ll lose ten pounds.
- Never believe anyone who says, “It’s really you”.
- If they’re working on commission, they’re lying.
- Know when to yell, “Charge!”
- So many malls, so little time.
- If you put it on your credit card, it’s not really spending money.
- Always try to spend someone else’s money first.
- There’s no such thing as compulsive shopping, just enthusiastic shopping.
- Shopping is patriotic. It’s good for the economy.
- If you’ve still got checks, there must be money in the account.
- You can always get more credit.
- If you want it, you deserve it.
“Every day is a good day to be alive, whether the sun’s shining or not.”
There was a blonde sitting on the side of the road because her 1968 Volkswagon beetle had broken down. She started waving her arms to get the attention of another blonde who was also driving a Volkswagen beetle. After she was waved down, the second blonde got out of the car and asked what was wrong.
The first blonde said that when she opened up the hood of her car she noticed that her engine was missing. After hearing this, the second blonde walked over to her car, opened up the trunk and said that she was in luck because there was a spare engine in her trunk.
Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.
The young lady walked over to the room where she knew her friend was. “May I see Irving, please?” she asked the woman blocking the door.
“We don’t allow anyone but relatives to see the patients,” replied the woman. “Are you a member of the family?”
“Why-er-why, yes. I’m his sister,” said the lady.
“Oh, I’m so glad to meet you,” said the woman. “I’m his mother!”
“You grow up the day you have your first real laugh at yourself.”
Two women that are dog owners are arguing about which dog is smarter. First woman, “My dog is so smart, every morning he waits for the paper boy to come around and then he takes the newspaper and brings it to me.”
Second woman, “I know.” First woman, “How?”
Second woman, “My dog told me.”
Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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