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    Forwarding Address 28 years-old human... Pancreatitis Depressed
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2003-10-13 - 2:52 p.m. Wine and Mayonnaise From my office I can see rooftops and planes. I work in Hammersmith and under the flight path for Heathrow. First time visitors would get a fright at the low flying planes coming into land here. Depending on the day and, I guess, the direction of the wind I can see them take off past my right hand window. Imagine that. Every day planes and planes of people flying off to interesting places right past my office window. And I am supposed to feel fulfilled by clearing some filing off my desk. Hmm. This is my second entry today. Not bad considering it�s the first time I�ve even visited Diaryland in an age. But somebody told me a story which I thought I would share. It�s a good philosophy. A professor stood before his philosophy class with some items in front of him on the desk. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He than asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. The pebbles, of course rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed it was. Next, the professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous: �YES!� The professor then produced two glasses of wine from under the table and proceeded to pour 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 recognise that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things � your family, your health, your children, your friends � 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 or your car. The sand is everything else � the small stuff�. He continued: �If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical check ups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house and give a dinner party. Take care of the golf balls first � the things that really matter. The rest is just sand�. But then one of the students raised her hand and enquired what the wine represented. The professor smiled and said: �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 glasses of wine.� |
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