Ten Sentences that Can Change Your World

People today are surrounded by quotes constantly. Whether it’s voluntary, in reading, or simply walking through a store, seeing motivation plastered on everything from pencil cases, to t-shirts, to bathroom walls. We are an obsessed society – obsessed with quotation. 

So, naturally, we get sick of it right? I think so. But once in a while you find something that really helps, that really brightens your day. I found these on stumbleupon this morning and thought I would share…

     1. People aren’t against you; they are for themselves.

     2. Climb mountains not so the world can see you, but so you can see the world. 

     3. You learn more from failure than from success; don’t let it stop you. Failure builds character.

     4. The most dangerous risk of all – the risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later. 

     5. Go where your’re celebrated, not where you’re tolerated.

     6. The person that you will spend the most time with in your life is yourself, so you better try to make yourself as interesting as possible. 

     7. If you accept your limitations you go beyond them. 

     8. People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing…. that’s why we recommend it daily. 

     9. Everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something. 

     10. Comfort is the enemy of achievement. 




original link: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2a1943/:5p_0diJs:SGmyHL.N/motivationgrid.com/10-sentences-that-can-change-your-life/



Living Intentionally and with Excellence

I love how she brings her parent’s influence into her life experiences. My parents, as many do, remain to be such an enormous part of my life and a huge influence on my decisions. When I moved out of their home, I moved literally next door. I don’t picture myself ever living far away from them nor can I imagine the day when I won’t have both of them anymore.

I couldn’t agree more with the thought that life is too short to live unintentionally. I’m not saying that everyone should be an idiot and go around using YOLO as an excuse for every dumb idea that pops into his head, but there’s no reason one should conform for conformity’s sake. Do your own thing.

Oak of Righteousness

I know it’s a cliché, however, I’m starting to understand what people mean when they say “life’s too short to ___fill in the blank___” I think for me the phrase is “Life’s too short to live unintentionally.” I want to do my best to live each moment intentionally, thinking through what I’m doing and why, being aware of what I’m consuming (food, drink and media, etc). 

Growing up my parents emphasized “excellence.” We were to do everything in an excellent way: from sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor, to conversations with friends, doing our jobs, even playing (using our imaginations instead of being bored) etc.  This is one of the greatest lessons that my parents instilled in me (even if I tease Dad about the time he made me clean the kitchen floors again: “the point of mopping is not to just get the floor wet but to pick up…

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Frustration Frustration

This is off my normal ideas of writing, but hey, it’s a blog so what the hell..

I have taken the same chemistry class three times. I only barely passed the third time I took it and I am looking at a grade of 14% for the fourth class. Ironically… I am a chem major. I try and try and in this class I only become more and more frustrated. The Lao-Tse quote “The more I know, the less I understand” rings one hundred percent true in my case.

I’m not one of the student’s that just doesn’t go to class either. I utilize all of my resources. I have a tutor, I make weekly visits to the tutoring center, I get help from my sister and father, a chem major and doctor respectively. I study, I take good notes, I do my homework and extra exercises from my book. And I still don’t get it.

My issue right now is that I have already lost a year from my undergrad, forcing me into a five year track instead of four years. And another switch of majors will only add more time to it.. Oh well… I guess that’s just the price one has to pay.

What do I do!? Help!!!

Pare it down.

So, as I have said before I am a student. I attend a very small Catholic University in central Pennsylvania, of only about 1,200 students. And I have come to realize, as I begin the journey through my first academic composition course that I have never learned how to write academically. I always assumed myself a good writer, I blog, I write poems, I used to write for my school newspaper, but the type of compositions I produced were just not appropriate for the setting in which I now find myself. 

The principle tenant of academic writing is to be concise. You must eliminate all the unnecessary words, be a short as possible, and dear God, do not use the word ‘you’. So I have broken approximately four rules within a single, introductory sentence, one of which I have broken twice. The verdict stands, I am not an academically minded writer.

However I do find many parallels between the habits of an academic writer and the habits of the person living the life I would like to lead. One does not need all the extra “fluff”, the words that, which, who, and most of the time, the, are unneeded. These words, to me, are the extra baggage that comes from a normal life. I don’t need THAT shirt. I don’t want WHICHever car I don’t have. I don’t need THE drama. Each word has particular correspondence to some object in my life which has to go.

As I let go of my old writing habits to make room for newer and more appropriate mechanisms, I also have to continue letting go of my attachment to things.

Everything is things. I don’t need things. I need basic necessities, yes, but who says that I need a new, remodeled home, or that I need the newest, nicest wardrobe. I don’t. I need experience, I need communication, trust, and happiness.

Quality over Quantity

A battle that we are all familiar with, quality over quantity. Materialism is, after all, one of the most basic human instincts. We consume and consume until there just isn’t anything more that we can bring into our lives, and somehow we still always find
for more.
We see people on “Hoarders” and such and we question the validity of material possession: does it really make us feel better? Is the relief long term or short?
One battle I have been conquering is the battle of experience over material. Money is made for spending after all, isn’t it? My mother refers to money as coupons. I have found the value in spending money on experience over possessions. When the possessions are long gone, the memory of the experiences will live on and on.
I feel, that while this is one of the most difficult learned lessons, it’s most intrinsically linked to letting go of a life of material, for a transcendence into a deliberate life.

Life as I know it..

My life is pretty usual.

I live in my roughly 420 square foot apartment – the bills footed by my parents while I attend a small, local Catholic college. I’m greeted at the door by my dalmatian-mix, Cooper, each day after I drive my late model sedan down the side of the mountain back into the valley I call home. 

I’m surrounded by amazing people every day, from my bosses at the warehouse store where I work some weeknights to help cover my commuting costs, to the pastor where I play the piano Sunday mornings. I have a wonderful boyfriend, loving parents, great and supportive friends and family. And I’m provided with an opportunity to attend an absolutely amazing school where I can hopefully build a foundation that will carry me through medical school and into practice and adulthood. 

I do struggle though. I deal with depression, I deal with anxiety and bipolar disorder. I deal with health issues that would rival that of your normal nursing-home resident. But mostly I deal with my issues with the ways in which I am expected to live my life.

I don’t want a life of material excess. I don’t want a grand house, I don’t want to own a car that cost more than most people make in a year. And I certainly don’t want to feel disconnected from myself. Which is what I feel that I am slipping more and more toward each day. 

I am on a journey toward living purposefully. I am on a journey toward intentional living.