1. When you get up and decide to dance, no matter who is watching.
2. When your favorite team makes the game winning play.
3. When you decide to finally talk to the person you were shy about approaching.
4. The first sip of the first cup of coffee in the morning.
5. The first day after you get over a cold.
6. When your head finally stops spinning after a hangover.
7. The first bite of food when you have the munchies.
8. First paycheck of a new job
9. Winning a fight with a customer service representative.
10. When a song reaches your favorite part.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
The Run of My Life
I agreed to help my sister move out of her apartment in Boston. I had to take a bus up there. To get to the bus, I had to take a train. To get to the train I had to drive home, park my car, and then get a ride there. Be that as it may for my sister, I was willing to go thru all the trials and tribulations that lead up to me finally getting a Uhaul and dragging all her stuff down to wonderful New Jersey.
Anyhow, with all the hoops and hurdles I had to run thru, I was bound to run late and I did. I couldn't believe how late I actually ran. I missed the first train I had to catch and that set me back by 40 minutes. Which inevitably left me late for everything else I had to catch. So as I was on my second (of 3) trains, I decided I was gonna change my plan. I decided I was gonna take the Path train to the World Trade Center and risk getting to the bus to Boston.
So finally, I had my mind made up. My bus ticket was non-refundable, and if I missed it I'd probably have to buy another ticket, and wait an hour. I got off the train at 5:45 PM at the world trade center, and I had no idea which way the Bus was. I figured I can catch a cab. But like I said, it was 5:45 PM and getting a cab was practically impossible. There was a cop on the street and I decided to ask him if he knew which way Canal Street was. "Yeah, about 9 blocks that way". I took off. With my work clothes on and a duffle bag hanging across my body, I took off in the direction of Canal street. I ran passed people, on the street, jumped over objects, and accidentally hit innocent pedestrians without realizing it with my bag.
"You okay!?" a cop yelled. I said "which way to the Fung Wah bus?" He yelled "Five blocks up that way". Once again, I took off. This time it was worst because I was in China town, so it was packed. I didn't have a watch and couldn't gauge how much time I had, and on top of that it was up hill. For a split second, I decided I should quit and then it hit me that I ran too hard and too far to quit. So I sucked it up, and ran with all my might towards the bus.
I arrived at a red light. There was tons of New York City traffic between me and my bus. I waited, let the light change, and sprinted towards my bus. With sweat dripping dripping down my body and onto my fingers I grabbed my ticket and gave it to the Asian lady. I boarded the bus, looking like I just stepped out of a shower with all the confidence in the world.
I sat down and put my bag down and pulled out an extra t-shirt to dry off. It was in that moment I realized the power of Pushing. In that ironic stupid little moment I knew I had what it takes to get something done. Its a beatiful feeling.
Anyhow, with all the hoops and hurdles I had to run thru, I was bound to run late and I did. I couldn't believe how late I actually ran. I missed the first train I had to catch and that set me back by 40 minutes. Which inevitably left me late for everything else I had to catch. So as I was on my second (of 3) trains, I decided I was gonna change my plan. I decided I was gonna take the Path train to the World Trade Center and risk getting to the bus to Boston.
So finally, I had my mind made up. My bus ticket was non-refundable, and if I missed it I'd probably have to buy another ticket, and wait an hour. I got off the train at 5:45 PM at the world trade center, and I had no idea which way the Bus was. I figured I can catch a cab. But like I said, it was 5:45 PM and getting a cab was practically impossible. There was a cop on the street and I decided to ask him if he knew which way Canal Street was. "Yeah, about 9 blocks that way". I took off. With my work clothes on and a duffle bag hanging across my body, I took off in the direction of Canal street. I ran passed people, on the street, jumped over objects, and accidentally hit innocent pedestrians without realizing it with my bag.
"You okay!?" a cop yelled. I said "which way to the Fung Wah bus?" He yelled "Five blocks up that way". Once again, I took off. This time it was worst because I was in China town, so it was packed. I didn't have a watch and couldn't gauge how much time I had, and on top of that it was up hill. For a split second, I decided I should quit and then it hit me that I ran too hard and too far to quit. So I sucked it up, and ran with all my might towards the bus.
I arrived at a red light. There was tons of New York City traffic between me and my bus. I waited, let the light change, and sprinted towards my bus. With sweat dripping dripping down my body and onto my fingers I grabbed my ticket and gave it to the Asian lady. I boarded the bus, looking like I just stepped out of a shower with all the confidence in the world.
I sat down and put my bag down and pulled out an extra t-shirt to dry off. It was in that moment I realized the power of Pushing. In that ironic stupid little moment I knew I had what it takes to get something done. Its a beatiful feeling.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
The Beauty of Poison
I've come to realize that poison is beautifully powerful. It occured to me today that a single drop of poison can make an entire glass of water lethal. One tiny little drop of poison can completely and utterly affect an entire glass of water.
Then it occured to me, that people can also be like poison (in both a good sense, as well as a malicious sense). Hitler was like poison, but I'd also tell you that so was Mahatma Gandhi or Nelson Mandella. There aren't too many people in this world who are like poison. Like anything else, these people come in different shapes/forms, and of course they can bring about a good or a bad change.
No matter what the case, you have to sit back and at least admire when someone has the ability to do that. When someone can create so much change in a world that seems to be so much greater than a glass of water. Which naturally brings me to my next question. What does it take to be like poison? Is great suffering involved, before great change can occur?
I'm simply of the belief that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So if someone goes thru a lot of bad shit in their life, and some point in some way it may balance out and the person can do something truly remarkable. Nelson Mandella, Mahatma Gandhi, and even Oprah all suffered a great deal before they made a beautiful change in the world we now occupy.
Then it occured to me, that people can also be like poison (in both a good sense, as well as a malicious sense). Hitler was like poison, but I'd also tell you that so was Mahatma Gandhi or Nelson Mandella. There aren't too many people in this world who are like poison. Like anything else, these people come in different shapes/forms, and of course they can bring about a good or a bad change.
No matter what the case, you have to sit back and at least admire when someone has the ability to do that. When someone can create so much change in a world that seems to be so much greater than a glass of water. Which naturally brings me to my next question. What does it take to be like poison? Is great suffering involved, before great change can occur?
I'm simply of the belief that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So if someone goes thru a lot of bad shit in their life, and some point in some way it may balance out and the person can do something truly remarkable. Nelson Mandella, Mahatma Gandhi, and even Oprah all suffered a great deal before they made a beautiful change in the world we now occupy.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Life Lesson: Lauging with the Sinners
I've decided that as I go thru life I'll take time occasionally to share the small things that I learn. I figured I'll call these things Life Lessons, and I hope there are many more to come.
I've realized that in life, it is easier to laugh with the sinners than to cry with the saints. As we tread thru the waters of life, we often realize that laughter makes our lives more fulfilling. However, we rarely want to take time to cry with the saints. Laughter usually means we are in good company having a good time.
However, crying may not suggest so. In my opinion, crying is much more important than laughter. While laughter may give our lives fulfillment, it is crying that gives our lives meaning. Crying makes you realize that you've lost something you don't want to live without. It may mean your in a situation where you are so overwhelmed with joy that the only appropriate response has to be weeping. Crying, is very important. Without it, we'd never know what we stand for, what we care for, and what we live for.
Enjoy life, laugh with the sinners, but please be sure to cry with the saints.
I've realized that in life, it is easier to laugh with the sinners than to cry with the saints. As we tread thru the waters of life, we often realize that laughter makes our lives more fulfilling. However, we rarely want to take time to cry with the saints. Laughter usually means we are in good company having a good time.
However, crying may not suggest so. In my opinion, crying is much more important than laughter. While laughter may give our lives fulfillment, it is crying that gives our lives meaning. Crying makes you realize that you've lost something you don't want to live without. It may mean your in a situation where you are so overwhelmed with joy that the only appropriate response has to be weeping. Crying, is very important. Without it, we'd never know what we stand for, what we care for, and what we live for.
Enjoy life, laugh with the sinners, but please be sure to cry with the saints.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
No Time for Me
In my work, and personal life I'm finding more and more that it's harder to make time for me. I'm also realizing that the more you reflect, the more you do make time for yourself, the better your chances are of staying true to your pure desires and true aspirations.
This little exercise of blogging, may seem ridiculous, but it is very necessary. You need to take some time on a consistent basis to check yourself. Every once in a while, life throws something at you that makes you re-evaluate who you are and what you stand for. Right or wrong, as long as you know where you stand...that's the important thing.
Life is too short to piss away to other peoples desires and appointments. Do your work, know who you are, and don't ever forget that.
This little exercise of blogging, may seem ridiculous, but it is very necessary. You need to take some time on a consistent basis to check yourself. Every once in a while, life throws something at you that makes you re-evaluate who you are and what you stand for. Right or wrong, as long as you know where you stand...that's the important thing.
Life is too short to piss away to other peoples desires and appointments. Do your work, know who you are, and don't ever forget that.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Addicted to Wealth
We all want to be wealthy. In some way shape or form, we all want to be wealthy. For some its material, for others its spiritual, and for others it may be something else. But there is something that we all want a lot of. Every once in a while you see something, that reminds you by sending a chill through your spine of why you want it. A nice car, a beautiful woman, or in my case the premier suite at the Waldorf Astoria in New York City.
The place is so big it actually has a fricken echo! I walked into this room, and got the same feeling I got when I watched the movie "Thomas Crown Affair". It was a sensation that went through me, and reminded me that I wanted to be rich, I wanted to be wealthy. You see a lifestyle, and think to yourself....why not me? Well, hopefully it can be some time.
This suite that I"m staying at for work, was a shocking reminder as to why I wanted what I desired. It was an egotistical sense of accomplishment, which I know for me will come with some hard work. In any case, I know the journey will be worth it, because if it feels this good being here for someone else, I can't imagine how good it must be to be here for yourself.
The place is so big it actually has a fricken echo! I walked into this room, and got the same feeling I got when I watched the movie "Thomas Crown Affair". It was a sensation that went through me, and reminded me that I wanted to be rich, I wanted to be wealthy. You see a lifestyle, and think to yourself....why not me? Well, hopefully it can be some time.
This suite that I"m staying at for work, was a shocking reminder as to why I wanted what I desired. It was an egotistical sense of accomplishment, which I know for me will come with some hard work. In any case, I know the journey will be worth it, because if it feels this good being here for someone else, I can't imagine how good it must be to be here for yourself.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Lucky Breaks
Lucky breaks. What are they? Are they a warning that something worst is going to happen at the expense of your current situation? Are they a sign that you need to change your life because you never know how many times you can be this "lucky"?
Let me tell you, I"ve definately had my share of lucky breaks. To this day, I still can't figure out what it's all supposed to add up to. Have I had my share of shit go wrong? Absolutely. But sometimes it feels like that was nothing compared to the stuff I got out of. In some cases, being lucky to just be alive.
I still don't know what lucky breaks are, but I can tell you I've recently had another one. Does it scare me, that something much worst can happen down the road? Well, to be honest I don't care about anything harmful happening to me, I just don't want anything bad happening to someone I love. I've always felt that I can handle what goes wrong in my life. It's those that you love, whether they're friends, spouses, children, or relatives is what makes it tough for me. I tell you what though...the stupidest thing that you can do, is if your in a situation and you get out..is to not learn from it.
The one thing we're all capable of is learning from our mistakes. If you don't, it only means you choose not to....and maybe next time...you won't be so lucky.
Let me tell you, I"ve definately had my share of lucky breaks. To this day, I still can't figure out what it's all supposed to add up to. Have I had my share of shit go wrong? Absolutely. But sometimes it feels like that was nothing compared to the stuff I got out of. In some cases, being lucky to just be alive.
I still don't know what lucky breaks are, but I can tell you I've recently had another one. Does it scare me, that something much worst can happen down the road? Well, to be honest I don't care about anything harmful happening to me, I just don't want anything bad happening to someone I love. I've always felt that I can handle what goes wrong in my life. It's those that you love, whether they're friends, spouses, children, or relatives is what makes it tough for me. I tell you what though...the stupidest thing that you can do, is if your in a situation and you get out..is to not learn from it.
The one thing we're all capable of is learning from our mistakes. If you don't, it only means you choose not to....and maybe next time...you won't be so lucky.
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