Saturday, April 24, 2010

How Would You Spend $86,400 In One Day?

Imagine there is a bank that deposits $86,400 into your account each morning. But there's a catch. It carries over no balance from day to day, so you lose every dollar you don't spend.

What would you do? You'd spend every cent, of course!

But each of us has just such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance, it allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against tomorrow.

You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success. The clock is running. Will you make the most of the time you've been given?

Does time matter that much?

Is time a little or a lot all that important? Consider the following:

    To realize the value of one year,
    ask a student who failed a grade.

    To realize the value of one month,
    ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

    To realize the value of one week,
    ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

    To realize the value of one day,
    ask a daily-wage laborer with several kids' mouths to feed.

    To realize the value of one hour,
    ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

    To realize the value of one minute,
    ask a person who missed the train.

    To realize the value of one second,
    ask a person who just avoided an accident.

    To realize the value of one millisecond,
    ask a person who won a silver medal
    at the Olympics.

The anonymous author of these words helps us realize just how important time is. Think, how should you spend your time today.

Adapted from The Good News

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A Perfect Funeral Monologue For The Depressed, Lonely and Fucked Up Lives

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the most blatantly surreal, fantastic, mind-f**king funeral monologue ever. Eternally pessimistic, but brilliantly true. Now that totally explains existence. A funeral scene adapted from the movie "Synecdoche, New York". Charlie Kaufman truly understands that optimism almost doesn't always work in the face of misery. Love does.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Have A Not-To-Do-List

Have you ever come to a point in life when you wanted to enjoy life so much but at the same time being bogged down by things that don't add values or meaning?

Clutter isn't only what you can see, it's what you can't see. It perpetuates your overloaded schedule, endless commitments and overwhelming fears. A cluttered mind means over-thinking, over-reacting, over-analysing, over-worrying and over-committing. - Robyn Coffman

So, de-clutter your mind by giving yourself permission to have a not-to-do list:

1. Not to feel guilty for saying no to something that may be good, but not right for you.

2. Not to worry about how well-adjusted your kids will be as adults.

3. Not to hang something new in your wardrobe without giving something away.

4. Not to feel over-responsible for everybody else's well-being.

5. Not to answer the phone after a certain time each night.

6. Not to say yes just because you've been invited.

7. Not to schedule busy activities on Sundays and family days.

8. Not to buy something just because it's on sale.

9. Not to think you have to make a meal requiring more than three ingredients, do laundry, clean the house, and spend quality time with your family all on the same day.

10. Not to ruminate over your own, or other people's mistakes.

11. Not to compare yourself. The more you give yourself permission not to do, the more you free yourself to live a centered, abundant life. And God will help you to live this way.

Listen: 'He gives power to the weak... those who trust in the Lord will find new strength...' (Isaiah 40:29-31 NLT).

Make spending time with God each day a priority, and everything else will fall into place.

Bob Gas on rhema