Revamping the blog, which might take a while because GRAD SCHOOL. I won’t do away with the old “About the Blog” info until I’ve come up with something new, but just know that there are some ch-ch-ch-changes coming this way.
One day a Teacher placed a large, empty jar at the front of his classroom and began to gently fill it to the brim with rocks. He asked his students, “Is this jar full?” They all agreed that the jar was indeed full.
So, the Teacher pulled a bag of pebbles from behind his desk and began to pour the pebbles into the jar until all the spaces between the rocks had been filled. Again, he asked, “Is this jar full?” And again, his students answered that it was.
The Teacher then retrieved another bag from behind his desk, this bag filled with fine grain sand. He began to pour this sand into the jar until it filled the even smaller spaces between the pebbles. A third time, he asked his students, “Is this jar full?” “Yes,” they all answered.
The Teacher looked to his students and he began to teach.
“I want you to recognize this jar as your life; the rocks representing that which is most important to you, those things that, if all else were lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other areas of your life, still important, but not as important as the rocks. The sand is everything else, all those little things that, whether actually important or not, become a part of your life, filling in the ever smaller spaces of your day. If I had first poured sand into the jar, there would have been no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same is true of your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small, unimportant things, there will be no room for the things that make your life worth living.
Ask yourself, is a life not worth living even a life at all?”
There are probably hundred of versions of this story floating around out there in the philotic web, each having been tweaked by its individual author and touted as true. This is my version. Perhaps a true story in its origin, now simply a picture of the place in life I have recently found myself.
I have the jar. I have the rocks, pebbles, and sand. Now I invite you to join me here as I sift through them.