We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
My soon to be ex-boss sent us this little story which I love and agree with. Just want to put it down here to document and also to share this with everyone. Have a good weekend!
This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen
at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was
awarded an Honorary PhD.
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“I’m a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don’t
ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here
this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be
hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be
thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will
be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your
particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your
life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of
your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but
also your soul.
People don’t talk about the soul very much anymore. It’s so much easier
to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort
on a winter’s night, or when you’re sad, or broke, or lonely, or when
you’ve received your test results and they’re not so good.
Here is my resume:
I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work
stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the
centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good
friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they
say. I am a good friend to my friends and they to me. Without them,
there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a
cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for
lunch. I would be rotten, at best mediocre at my job if those other
things were not true. You cannot be really first rate at your work if
your work is all you are.
So here’s what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life.
A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay
cheque, the larger house. Do you think you’d care so very much about
those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in
your breast? Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water
pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and
watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby
scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her
thumb and first finger.
Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who
love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the
phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are
generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you
have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its
goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have
spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big
brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good
too, then doing well will never be enough.
It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes.
It is so easy to take for granted the color of our kids’ eyes, the way
the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again.
It is so easy to exist instead of to live.
I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the
destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today
is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the
world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it,
completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling
others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of
the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby’s ear. Read in the back yard with
the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal
illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it
ought to be lived”.
An online diary of sorts...frivolous, causal and about things that I like or interest me...it's not to be taken too seriously as life is just too short.
Frieda
April 2nd, 2008 at 11:03 pm
Great article! All the more i should go freelance!!