Some how this little saying got glued to my my mind when I stumbled on it _ A SMOOTH SEA NEVER MAKES A SKILLFUL SAILOR. Ever since I have been using this as my eye glasses, sometimes as a guiding principle to view the world. Often times I have thrown myself in crisis points thoughtlessly hoping to learn and become more skillful.
The danger of not being able to learn can finish me off. This may be a bit contradictory to my previous blog - Zombie Will I Be.
So be it. Life is afterall a struggle most of them goes through our minds. I would not attempt to resolve it, neither would I want to fuel it anymore, for my granary of stuggle is full and it may burst forth as bottle of coke with a pack of mentos.
So when i watched this video it excited me no end. I thought I must share it with you.
http://youtu.be/HFTGWcvF-aA
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Smooth sea never makes a skillful sailor
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Most of us -- if we’re lucky -- chug along more or less contentedly in an uneventful day-by-day routine . . a little like the opening of a recent chamber work by the American composer John Howell Morrison.
But sometimes, in some lives, something happens that suddenly disrupts the uneventful, comfortable routine, something that knocks all routine and normality straight out of the ballpark: perhaps it's the loss of a job, or the loss of a loved one, and suddenly routine physical or mental health is so shaken that the soundtrack of life shifts to something uncomfortably similar to that of a bad horror film.
Most of us -- if we're lucky -- somehow survive, and are perhaps even grow a bit stronger from the experience.
As the old saying goes: "Hard Weather Makes Good Wood" -- and that's the title Morrison gave his piece, scored for string quartet and electronic tape, recorded in 2002 as the title track on an innova CD collection of his chamber works.
And, yes, Morrison confesses that "Hard Weather Makes Good Wood" was, in fact, composed during a period of intense personal struggle in his own life.
We're not sure if he feels stronger for surviving that experience, but at least it resulted in striking new piece of chamber music.
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Most of us -- if we’re lucky -- chug along more or less contentedly in an uneventful day-by-day routine . . a little like the opening of a recent chamber work by the American composer John Howell Morrison.
But sometimes, in some lives, something happens that suddenly disrupts the uneventful, comfortable routine, something that knocks all routine and normality straight out of the ballpark: perhaps it's the loss of a job, or the loss of a loved one, and suddenly routine physical or mental health is so shaken that the soundtrack of life shifts to something uncomfortably similar to that of a bad horror film.
Most of us -- if we're lucky -- somehow survive, and are perhaps even grow a bit stronger from the experience.
As the old saying goes: "Hard Weather Makes Good Wood" -- and that's the title Morrison gave his piece, scored for string quartet and electronic tape, recorded in 2002 as the title track on an innova CD collection of his chamber works.
And, yes, Morrison confesses that "Hard Weather Makes Good Wood" was, in fact, composed during a period of intense personal struggle in his own life.
We're not sure if he feels stronger for surviving that experience, but at least it resulted in striking new piece of chamber music.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
On Randy Pausch
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"The brick walls are not there to keep us out; the brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something."
~Randy Pausch
Randy Pausch was 47 years old when he died from pancreatic cancer. He was, as the Independent of London put it, "the dying man who taught America how to live." His book, The Last Lecture, is an international best-seller and it offers many wonderful lessons about life.
Randy Pausch's "last lecture" was delivered in September 2007, at Carnegie Mellon University, where he taught computer science. The lecture began with him standing before a screen beaming down chilling CT images of tumors in his liver, under the title...The Elephant in the Room. He then said to a stunned audience, "I have about 6 months to live." He said, "I'm really in good shape, probably better shape than most of you," ... dropping to the floor to do push-ups.
He went on to say, "I'm dying and I'm having fun, and I'm going to keep having fun every day I have left." He talked about his childhood dreams and what they had taught him about life. He said, "If you live your life the right way, the karma will take care of itself...your dreams will come to you."
Randy Pausch really was a dying man who has taught America how to live.
He died on July 25, 2008, but his wisdom, his passion, and his attitude are lasting sources of inspiration for all of us.
I love stories that can engage our hearts and our souls! This is one of many that I share in Charging the Human Battery...50 Ways to Motivate Yourself. My goal with this little book is to create many "a-ha moments" that can inspire, encourage and motivate you when you need it most!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Alpha
His memories were hazy, but the clarity was to extent of him not having anything pleasant to fall back upon, and so he was actually clueless as the dark clouds seem to permanently hide his early childhood. His mother who courted insecurity occasionally cleared the dark clouds to help him see the darkness of the past. The reason was probably not to engage her son with unpleasant thoughts but to help him learn from the past and detest those she detested. She systematically injected the poison of the past into her son and soon he was growing up in an atmosphere of vengeance and anger. His own father he did not seem to look up.
Well now, his father immersed in his work and found meaning in what he did outside his home and his slow trudge home was certainly did not have the 'I look forward to going home' gait. He hardly spoke, and when he spoke the decibel levels at home shot up and it resulted in petty embarrassing skirmishes with his wife. The little boy hung on to his mother to provide her with a physical support of being at her side. The father almost all the time backed off.
The relationship with his father was so distant on the physical realm but was remotely connected in the emotional level. He does not remember any touch of love and care. He accepted this, the way any child would accept anything, for they have no choice.
The boy found freedom of sorts and deftly handled the lack of peace at home to chart out his own trip in life. He experimented and dabbled. The city equipped him with access to the social taboos and got him in connected with a variety of friends and acquaintences. Though his life was not set in the mould of a christian family he had acquired the knowledge of true social life, understood the futility of material mindset and could handle the abstract.
Yet his ignorance lay his lack of knowledge of what he had acquired on his own and what the life of a ever moving equilibrium had gifted to him. This lack of knoweldge about his own strength resulted in his erosion of self esteem to the point of nothingness. And it was this ignorance that made him fall on his antiquated family values and embraced the marital course by placating the divine very assiduously.
Well now, his father immersed in his work and found meaning in what he did outside his home and his slow trudge home was certainly did not have the 'I look forward to going home' gait. He hardly spoke, and when he spoke the decibel levels at home shot up and it resulted in petty embarrassing skirmishes with his wife. The little boy hung on to his mother to provide her with a physical support of being at her side. The father almost all the time backed off.
The relationship with his father was so distant on the physical realm but was remotely connected in the emotional level. He does not remember any touch of love and care. He accepted this, the way any child would accept anything, for they have no choice.
The boy found freedom of sorts and deftly handled the lack of peace at home to chart out his own trip in life. He experimented and dabbled. The city equipped him with access to the social taboos and got him in connected with a variety of friends and acquaintences. Though his life was not set in the mould of a christian family he had acquired the knowledge of true social life, understood the futility of material mindset and could handle the abstract.
Yet his ignorance lay his lack of knowledge of what he had acquired on his own and what the life of a ever moving equilibrium had gifted to him. This lack of knoweldge about his own strength resulted in his erosion of self esteem to the point of nothingness. And it was this ignorance that made him fall on his antiquated family values and embraced the marital course by placating the divine very assiduously.
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