After death has come and gone, a tombstone sits for many to see.
But it serves no more than a symbol of a person’s memory.
Under the person’s name it reads the date of birth-and the date the person passed.
But the more I think about the tombstone the only important thing is the dash.
Yes, I see the name of the person, but that I might forget.
I also read the date of birth and death, but even that might not stick.
But thinking about the person, I can’t help but think to remember the dash
Because it represents a person’s life and that will always last.
So when you begin to chart your life, make sure you are on a positive path
Because people may forget your birth and death, but they will never forget your dash.
—The Dash by Alton Maiden
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot was only half-full. For a full two years, this went on daily, with the bearer only delivering one and a half pots of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of it’s accomplishments, perfect for what it was made to do. The poor cracked pot, on the other hand, was ashamed of its imperfection. It was miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it was made to do.
After two years of feeling a bitter failure, the poor cracked pot spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. ‘I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack on my side causes water to leak as you walk all the way back to your house. Because of my flaw, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value for your efforts,’ the pot said.
The bearer said to the pot, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known your flaw. So I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day, while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’
—Story taken from the book RESOLVED by Orrin Woodward
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish I had let myself be happier.
To be what is called happy, one should have (1) something to live on, (2) something to live for, (3) something to die for. The lack of one of these is drama. The lack of two results in tragedy.
Laughter is a divine gift to the human who is humble. A proud man cannot laugh because he must watch his dignity; he cannot give himself over to the rocking and rolling of his belly. But a poor and happy man laughs heartily because he gives no serious attention to his ego.
We must choose to grow and be in front of change, otherwise we’ll grow frustrated & become disappointed as we are dragged along with it. Change is inevitable. Growth is optional. What’s happened in the past may have happened only once, but we tend to relive our difficult moments over and over again in our thoughts, beating ourselves up unnecessarily. We must learn from the past, but it is not meant for us to live there. (Meme from #ZigZiglar)