Culture, which we have seen in our daily life sometimes is just taken with no granted. everybody should accept it, more people said that we have to remember our culture to avoid faceless community, one community without any culture. That is arguably true but sometimes we forget behind culture, there should be love that becomes signifier of what we’re doing. We’ve got so many problems in our life. Problems of relationship, your career, your dream.
I believe in one truth, which is …. give the unconditional love to everybody. The world is going to be more wonderful place and beautiful place for all of us.
this is a really beautiful clips. See it and what do you think ?
Artikel dibawah ini sangat menarik, untuk oase di tengah – tengah kesibukan yang menghampiri. terkadang memang kita membutuhkan dorongan, terutama dari orang – orang terbaik di sekitar anda :)
” Tidak banyak yang lebih dahsyat di dunia ini selain dorongan yang positif. Sebuah senyum. Sepatah kata tentang optimisme dan pengharapan. Sebuah ungkapan “kamu bisa” ketika kesulitan sedang melanda. ” Richard M. Devos
Olimpiade 1992 di Barcelona, Spanyol menampilkan banyak hal yang sangat menakjubkan bagi para pengamatnya. Tayangan ulang salah satu pertandingan atletik selalu hidup dalam kenangan saya. Atlet Derek Redmon dari inggris memiliki hasrat seumur hidup untuk memenangkan medali emas dalam lomba 400 meter. Peluangnya untuk meraih mimpi itu meningkat ketika letusan pistol menandai dimulainya babak semifinal di barcelona. Redmon berlari dengan baik sekali, dan garis finish sudah di depan mata ketika ia berbelok di ujung yang jauh dari penonton. Tiba – tiba musibah itu datang. Ia merasakan nyeri yang dahsyat sekali di bagian belakang kakinya. Ia tersungkur di lintasan, muka terlebih dahulu, dan mengalami cedera pada otot hamstring sebelah kanan.
Berikut ini laporan tentang kejadian itu yang ditulis oleh Sports illustrated:
Sewaktu para petugas medis menghampirinya, Redmond berjuang untuk berdiri sendiri. “itu naluri hewani,”
katanya belakangan. Ia melompat – lompat dengan sebelah kakinya dalam upaya mati – matian untuk menyelesaikan lomba. Ketika ia tiba di lintasan lurus menjelang finish, seorang lelaki tinggi besar mengenakan T – Shirt keluar dari barisan penonton, menyingkirkan seorang petugas keamanan yang mengahalangi, langsung berlari mendekati Redmond dan memeluknya. Orang itu Jim Redmond, ayah Derek. ” Kamu tidak harus melakukan ini,” katanya kepada putranya yang terisak. “Aku harus, ” sahut Derek. “Kalau begitu,” kata jim,” kita menuju ke finish bersama – sama.”
Mereka berlari bersama – sama. Kendari harus bersikeras dengan petugas keamanan, sambil kadang – kadang membiarkan kepala anaknya bersandar pada pundaknya, mereka tidak meninggalkan lintasan menuju ke garis finish. Para penonton ternganga, kemudian bangkit dan bersorak sorai dengan keharuan yang mendalam.
Sungguh pemandangan yang dramatis! Derek Redmond gagal mendapatkan medali emas, tetapi ia meninggalkan Barcelona dengan sebuah kenangan sangat indah tentang seorang ayah yang segera meninggalkan bangku penonton untuk ikut menanggung penderitaan yang dialami oleh sang putra. Bersama – sama mereka akhirnya sampai ke garis finish.
Tidak ada orang hidup yang belum pernah mengalami kekecewaan ketika harapannya tidak tercapai. Kenyataan tidak selalu terwujud seperti yang kita rencanakan dalam upaya meraih cita – cita kita. Hambatan – hambatan tidak diharapkan, kejadian – kejadian tidak terduga, atau situasi di luar kendali dapat membuyarkan semangat kita. Betapa cepat lunturnya pengharapan kita ketika tiba – tiba kita menemui kegagalan, rasa malu dan celaan.
Sebuah ungkapan yang membesarkan hari ketika kita sedang mengalami kegagalan lebih berharga daripada hujan pujian sehabis mengalami keberhasilan. Orison Swett Marder berkata, ” Tidak ada obat seperti harapan, tidak ada insentif begitu besar, tidak ada obat kuat seperkasa ungkapan harapan bahwa esok segalanya akan lebih baik.” Anda dapat menjadi pembagi harapan yang akan membebaskan seseorang dari beban masa sekarang dan mengantarnya ke kemungkinan – kemungkinan dimasa mendatang.
Memahami betapa cepat momentum yang dapat ditimbulkan oleh suatu musibah mendadak dapat meningkatkan kepekaan kita terhadap perasaan orang lain ketika kekecewaan merusak peraihan mimpi – mimpi mereka. Ada saat seperti itulah orang memerlukan seseorang yang peduli kepada mereka dan bersedia meluangkan waktu untuk menemani mereka. Tunjukkan kepada mereka bahwa anda menyertai dan menemani mereka. Tawarkan pundak anda untuk mereka sandari ketika mereka kelelahan atau menahan nyeri. Mereka mungkin tidak mencapai tingkat keberhasilan yang diharapkan, tetapi mereka tidak pernah pernah melupakan orang yang mengangkat mereka ketika sedang jatuh. dan itu sangat layak untuk dilakukan
ya memang kita setiap orang memerlukan orang – orang terdekat kita untuk selalu mendukung segala jalan yang kita tempuh. Dan aku bersyukur dan beruntung bahwa aku memiliki orang – orang terdekat yang selalu mendukung segala langkah ini.
Tidak Berbuat apapun bagi sesama berarti tidak berbuat apapun bagi diri sendiri. Kita harus dengan sengaja bersikap ramah dan murah hati kecuali bila kita ingin menyia – nyiakan bagian terbaik dari keberadaan kita. Hati yang direlakan berkarya akan mendapatkan kepenuhan dalam kebahagiaan. Inilah rahasia dari kehidupan di bawah permukaan Kita berbuat yang terbaik bagi diri sendiri dengan berbuat sesuatu bagi orang lain. Horace Mann
Pada suatu masa, Tanah persia pernah diperintah oleh seorang syeh bijaksana dan sangat dicintai rakyatnya. Syeh ini peduli sekali kepada rakyatnya dan keinginannya hanya berbuat yang terbaik bagi mereka. Rakyat Persia tahu bahwa syeh mereka mau menangani masalah – masalah mereka secara pribadi dan memahami pengaruh keputusan – keputusannya bagi hidup mereka. Secara berkala ia menyamar dan berkeliling ke jalan – jalan, mencoba menyaksikan hidup melalui cara pandang mereka.
Pada suatu hari ia menyamar sebagai seorang penduduk desa yang miskin lalu pergi ke tempat pemandian umum. Di sana banyak orang yang sedang menikmati saat – saat santai sambil bersosialisasi. Air di pemandian itu dihangatkan dengan api dari sebuah tungku di gudang bawah tanah, dan di situ ada seorang laki – laki yang bertanggung jawab mengusahakan agar tingkat kehangatan air di pemandian tetap nyaman. Syeh sengaja pergi ke ruang bawah tanah untuk menjenguk lelaki yang tanpa kenal lelah menunggui api.
Kedua orang itu makan bersama dan syeh berhasil menjalin persahabatan dengan lelaki yang kesepian itu. Hampir setiap hari sampai berminggu – minggu, penguasa negeri tersebut berkunjung ke tempat kerja sang penunggu api. Dalam waktu singkat orang asing itu menjadi terbiasa dengan sang tamu karena seringnya ia datang ke situ. Belum pernah ada orang lain yang menunjukkan perhatian atau kepedulian semacam itu kepadanya.
Pada suatu hari sang syeh menyingkapkan jati – dirinya yang sebenarnya . Ini sebuah langkah yang berisiko, sebab ia takut orang tadi akan meminta hadiah atau pemberian istimewa darinya. Namun diluar dugaan, teman baru sanga pemimpin itu hanya memandang ke dalam matanya sambil berkata, “Yang Mulia bersedia meninggalkan kenyamanan istana dan kemuliaan yang mulia untuk duduk menemani saya di ruangan gelap yang seperti penjara bawah tanah ini. Yang Mulia bersedia makan makanan saya yang tidak lezat dan dengan tulus menunjukkan kepedulian atas hidup yang saya jalani. Kepada orang lain Yang Mulia mungkin telah menganugerahkan uang atau barang berharga, tetapi kepada saya Yang Mulia telah memberikan yang terbaik, Yang Mulia telah memberikan diri Yang Mulia sendiri.
Selama ribuan tahun, orang telah mencoba menggali apa saja yang mendasari hubungan antar manusia. Dengan semua falsafah , teori, dan spekulasi itu, hanya satu prinsip yang tampaknya tampil paling menonjol. Prinsip itu bukan barang baru sama sekali. Sesungguhnyalah, prinsip itu hampir sama tuanya dengan sejarah sendiri. Prinsip itu telah diajarkan di Persia lebih dari tiga ribu tahun yang lalu oleh para pendeta Zoroaster kepada para pemuja api yang percaya kepada mereka. Konfusius menekankan prinsip ini di Cina dua puluh empat abad yang lampau. Di lembah Han hidup para pengikut Taoisme. Pemimpin mereka, Lao – Tzu mengajarkan prinsip yang sama dengan sungguh – sungguh. Lima ratus tahun sebelum Masehi, Buddha mengajarkannya kepada murid – muridnya di tepi sungai suci Gangga, Naskah – naskah Hinduisme mengangkat prinsip yang sama lebih dari seribu lima ratus tahun sebelum masehi. Sembilan belas abad yang alalu, Yesus mengajarkan prinsip yang juga sama kepada murid – murid dan pengikutnya. Ia meringkasnya dalam satu ungkapan:”Perbuatlah kepada orang lain apapun yang engkau ingin orang lain perbuat kepadamu.”
Sikap tidak mementingkan diri sendiri yang memungkinkan kita memberikan diri kepada orang lain barangkali tidak akan menjadi pelajaran yang diutamakan dalam pendidikan di sekolah – sekolah masa kini. Kendatipun kita hidup dari apa yang kita dapatkan, ganjaran yang sejati kita peroleh dari apa yang kita berikan. Anda tidak akan menikmati hari – hari yang memuaskan, bahkan meskipun Anda mungkin tergolong sukses menurut tolak ukur yang berlaku di masyarakaat, kecuali bila Anda telah berbuat sesuatu bagi seseorang yang tidak akan pernah mampu membalas perbuatan baik Anda.
Ditengah hiruk pikuk kegiatan dalam dunia yang sangat kompetitif ini, luangkan waktu dalam beberapa hari mendatang untu merenungkan pemikiran Harold Kushner : ” Tujuan hidup ini bukan untuk menang. Kita hidup agar berkembang dan saling berbagi. Anda akan mendapatkan kepuasan lebih banyak dari kebahagiaan yang Anda datangkan ke dalam hidup orang lain daripada yang akan Anda dapatkan ketika Anda mengungguli dan mengalahkan mereka.
Saya berpikir bahwa tulisan dari Glenn ini akan mewarnai kehidupan kita untuk saling berbagi dan menghargai sesama, sama seperti diri ini yang masih jauh dari sempurna untuk menjalai kehidupan yang menciptakan perubahan dalam hidup sesama.
“Jika Anda ingin orang lain menghormati Anda, Anda harus menunjukkan hormat Anda kepada mereka… Setiap orang ingin merasakan bahwa ia diperhitungkan, bahwa ia penting bagi orang lain. Pada umumnya, orang akan memberikan kasih sayang mereka, rasa hormat mereka dan perhatian mereka kepada orang yang memenuhi kebutuhan tersebut dalam dirinya.
Kepedulian kepada orang lain umumnya mencerminkan kepercayaan kepada diri sendiri dan kepercayaan kepada orang lain” Ari Kiev
Ketika menengok ke masa silam, Anda akan menemukan bahwa saat – saat ketika Anda merasakan hidup dalam kepenuhan adalah saat – saat ketika Anda telah berbuat sesuatu dalam semangat kasih. Henry Drummond.
Selamat menikmati hari Minggu terbaik dalam hidup anda, God Bless You All.
I‘m always amazed by Steve Jobs with his speech at stanford, please enjoy your reading.
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.
This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you
” If there is anything I would like to be remembered for it is that I helped people understand that leadership is helping other people grow and succeed. To repeat myself, leadership is not just about you. It’s about them.” – Jack Welch
New York Times bestselling author Mark Albion’s 3-minute animated movie Based on Mark’s book, More Than Money. “The Good Life”
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours, or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won’t matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave. What will matter is not your success, but your significance. What will matter is about what you learned as well as what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.What will matter is not your competence, but your character.What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many felt good when they were around you and how you served them.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what. Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice.-coach bay
Choose to live a life that matters. – Michael Josephson
This was so old story to be told to. It show a principle how we deal with the most important thing in our life. Choose one that can make you satisfied, pick that, smile. It is in your heart, Rich.
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, When 24 hours in a day is not enough. Remember this story about 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 an 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 – God, 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.
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.
The same goes for life.
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.’
“and this inspiring story made me start my Mayonaisse Jar”
“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever.” ~ Elizabeth Lawrence
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead “I will come next Tuesday”, I promised a little reluctantly on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren. “Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and the children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!” My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time, Mother.” “Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m heading for home!” I assured her. “But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.” “Carolyn,” I said sternly, “Please turn around.” “It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, “Daffodil Garden .” We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers. “Who did this?” I asked Carolyn. “Just one woman,”
Carolyn answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking”, was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs,” it read. The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.” The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time – often just one baby-step at time – and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time.
When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world . “It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years?
Just think what I might have been able to achieve!” My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said. She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use today?”
Use the Daffodil Principle.
S t o p w a i t i n g …..
Dance like you have all of the time with you, * hold your breath and stay focussed
“You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes of you.” – Maya Angelou
Susan showed how we can reach our dream that if you wanna do it, you can. I still remember when last time I watched Les Miserables musical performance in London. It was such great performance with love, honesty, and honour. This song is extra ordinary and touched every body.
Her voice is amazing. Her genuinity is the most amazing..
There was a time, when n were kind And their voices were soft And their words were inviting There was a time, when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they turn your hope apart As they turn your dreams to shame
He slept a summer by my side He filled my dreams with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he’d come to me That we would live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be So different from the hell I’m living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed