In a Rat Race, the winner still remains a Rat

In a Rat Race, the winner still remains a Rat

I'm glad to forward a mail with no further additions of my own. The mail represents views that I've been espousing for a long while.

People have forgotten - at least lots of people have indeed forgotten - that they earn to live, and not the other way round.

Do recall that you need to Live!

Regards,

N

Hi Folks,

Here's a good one.

This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at
the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was awarded an
Honorary PhD.

"I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't
ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here
this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be
hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands
of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only
person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your
entire life. Not just your life at a desk or your life on a bus or in a car
or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your
heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.

People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to
write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a
winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've
received your test results and they're not so good.

Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never
to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider
myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am
a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what
they say. I am a good friend to my friends and them to me. Without them,
there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard
cut out. But I call them on the phone and I meet them for lunch. I would be
rotten, at best mediocre, at my job if those other things were not true.

You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So
here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic
pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do
you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm
one afternoon or found a lump in your breast?

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a
breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed
hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration
when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger.

Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love
you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone.
Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And
realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business
taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to
spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to
charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want
to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be
enough.

It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It
is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids' eyes, the way the
melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is
so easy to exist instead of to live.

I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the
destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is
the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world
and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and
utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had
learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the
fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face.

Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you
do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived".

Regards,

Antony Varghese

Regards,

N

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