Four Years
How can someone be gone for four years and it still seem like only yesterday you lost them? And how far we have fallen since that night.
I miss you Grandma.
How can someone be gone for four years and it still seem like only yesterday you lost them? And how far we have fallen since that night.
I miss you Grandma.
When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
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.
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 a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two cups of coffee 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 - family,
children, health, Friends, and 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, house, and 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.
So…
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.
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 coffee 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 cups of coffee with a friend.’
♥
(via ryanmafhew)
Just re-watched Real Steal and Paranormal Activity 3. Good night. Probably not gonna get much sleep though now.
So… the library got sued.
Library…
Sued…
What is wrong with these people?
Over the years, I have tried to find some reason to not detest winter. Sports involving gravity and zero traction, like skiing, are a bad fit for a person who recently managed to break her ankle walking across the street. For indoor sports, there’s squash, an irrational pairing of a coffin-sized…
Couldn’t have said it better.
It’s weird seeing people from high school and realizing how much you’ve changed since you saw them last.
This is what I view to be space.
My sister and I were just talking about this on the way home tonight.
I have trouble with sleep. The problem isn’t not sleeping enough. The problem is knowing what my life is going to be like when I wake up. Knowing that everything that was yesterday will be again today. That feeling that there is no escape. That I can’t do the one thing I was meant to do with my life. That I can’t remember what it was like to remember.
I need to wake up.
Flirt —> Get attached —> Be ignored —> Stop talking —> Depression —> Repeat
This sounds like almost every relationship I’ve ever been in. I’m baffled that I’ve been friends with M&M for so long.
(Source: jabbing, via boyslashwonder)
— Candide by Voltaire (via kolatea) (via luisitoloves)
(via luisitoloves)
I am SO sorry!
Wow. So I turned 27 today. Wow. I don’t feel 27. I’m not sure what 27 should feel like but I don’t think this is it.
Geeze it just kinda hit home when I read posts about Freshman year of College from people that I’m following that I’ve apparently crossed into the “Creeper” category. Holy shit I’m 27 and alot of the people I’m following are 18 and 19. Fuck!
Oh my God I’m a creeper. When in the Hell did this happen?! I mean sure time has gone fast but Christ I didn’t think it had gone that fast. Quick! Find the rewind button! Or at least pause.
Realizations such as these make me want to get very VERY drunk.
EDIT: Also, Disqus comments have been fixed again.