eat that damn cake. get your hair wet. be with someone. dance in the muddy puddles. draw a picture with crayons like you’re still 6 years old and then give it to someone you care about. take a nap, go on vacation, do a cartwheel, make your own recipe, paint each nail a different color, have a bubble bath, laugh at a corny joke. get on that table and dance, pick strawberries, take a jog, plant a garden, make an ugly shirt and wear it all day, learn a new language, write a song, date someone you wouldn’t usually go for, make a scrap book, go on a picnic, relax in the sun, make your own home video, kiss the un-kissed, hug the un-hugged, love the unloved, and live your life to the fullest. so when you’re standing in front of heaven’s gate that chosen day, you’ll have no regrets, no sorrows, and no disappointments.
the situation - in washington , dc , at a metro station, on a cold january morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six bach pieces for about 45 minutes. during that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. after about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. he slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.
about 4 minutes later: the violinist received his first dollar. a woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
at 6 minutes: a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
at 10 minutes: a 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. the kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. this action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.
at 45 minutes: the musician played continuously. only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. about 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. the man collected a total of $32.
after 1 hour: he finished playing and silence took over. no one noticed and no one applauded. there was no recognition at all.
no one knew this, but the violinist was joshua bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. he played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. two days before, joshua bell sold-out a theater in boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
this is a true story. joshua bell, playing incognito in the d.c. metro station, was organized by the washington post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
this experiment raised several questions: *in a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? *if so, do we stop to appreciate it? *do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
one possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: if we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made … how many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
life is about summer days and the sand between your toes and the smile on your face. it’s about comfy couches, rainy days, and late night talks. it’s about top-down rides and the wind on your face, because those are the moments you’ve never felt so alive. it’s about finding someone to hold onto and knowing they’re not holding anything back. it’s about holding hands and pressing lips, giving it your best and having no regrets. life isn’t only about the destination, but the journey that gets us there. live with no excuses and love with no regrets. joy. peace. happiness. all these things are found in the tiniest of spaces. you just need to know where to look. so stop thinking about your dream and start living it. anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. life is about change. sometimes it’s beautiful, sometimes it’s painful. sometimes it’s both. life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. but rather it’s a tapestry of events that culminate an exquisite, sublime plan. and life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than for us to accept life unquestioningly.
a father was trying to read the newspaper, but his little son kept pestering him. finally, the father grew tired of this and tearing a page from the newspaper – one that bore a map of the world – he cut it into several pieces and handed them to his son.
‘right, now you’ve got something to do. i’ve given you a map of the world and i want to see if you can put it back together correctly.’
he resumed his reading, knowing that the task would keep the child occupied for the rest of the day. however, a quarter of an hour later, the boy returned with the map.
‘has your mother been teaching you geography?’ asked his father in astonishment.
‘i don’t even know what that is,’ replied the boy. ‘but there was a photo of a man on the other side of the page, so i put the man back together and found i’d put the world back together too.’
i still love books. nothing a computer can do can compare to a book. you can’t really put a book on the internet. all the computer can give you is a manuscript. people don’t want to read manuscripts. they want to read books. books smell good. they look good. you can press it to your bosom. you can carry it in your pocket.
I like this quote… My mom was talking about getting me a Kindle for Christmas, I told her don’t bother. It’s just not the same, I don’t think I would ever want books replaced with those things.
As humans we are flawed. We make mistakes. perfection does not exist. a death which comes too soon is brought on not by fate or poor luck, but simply by human nature. No one is at fault; we must refrain from pointing our fingers with blame. we must acknowledge and accept, learn from the tragedy and grow from it. not let our loved one die in vain.