This may be cliché, but it’s funny and I dug it. It’s along the same theme of achieving balance in life.
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 partner 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.”
Despite the cheesy punchline, I still enjoy the message, and I hope you do too.
These boys learned quite a humorous repercussion of taking drugs.
In computer game years, that is. Here‘s your daily funny.
Mefi has a quick blurb about propaganda that I found quite appalling, although I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. After reading the paragraph and clicking on the links to the “soldier’s” letters I had a feeling similar to learning what the Matrix was.
Looking around at all my stuff in boxes I’m reminded of something my grandpa said: “The pants they bury you in have no pockets.” Remembering this makes it much easier to toss less important stuff I own, less it begin to own me even more.
HUGE thanks to Joya for helping me move yet again. That girl rocks!