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theburiedlife:

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly 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 roll
ed 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 a unanimous ‘yes.’The professor then produced two Beers 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—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and 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, your house and your 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. The same goes for life.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.Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.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 Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

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autumnbones:

this photograph intrigues me so much! why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? isn’t 2 people holding hands after jumping more significant than 1 man? it makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? or just strangers who were too scared to jump alone? it shows that people need a helping hand even in their final moments, i love it.

Fucking reblog today; tomorrow. Any day I see it on my dash. Beautiful. I for one think they were strangers. Sometimes it’s easier to care for a stranger, how else would they have found the courage to not only jump, but to look into someone’s eyes and jump. I don’t think I could have done that if I knew the person well.

*tries not to cry*

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dreammylife:

Will not regret

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I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they’re going.

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via seabois)

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drewloring:

I don’t claim to be the most compassionate person, or someone who enjoys over dramatizing a situation for attention, with that being said the events of yesterday was easily the most surreal ~3 hours of my life. I mainly just want to pour my thoughts/emotions into words right now so that I can forever capture this day to try to remember it accurately.
All day my mother, sister, her boyfriend Matt and I were at a bar near the 22 mile mark, waiting for my Father to come by so that we could wave our signs at him and scream “GO JIMBO” (as apparently thousands others had done the whole race for him because of his bright yellow shirt with his nickname ‘JIMBO’ written on the front). As he approached my sister walked back and joined him running around mile 20, so they could run the final leg together and she could capture the moment with pictures (see above my dad in yellow and his college buddy to his right inbetween mile 25 and 26, shortly before the explosions). They ran by, so happy and we got high fives. At that point we found a cab and headed to Copley to greet them at the finish line and that is when things got interesting.
The cab could only get us so far and we got out at the corner of Boylston and Mass Ave and started walking down Boylston. When we got to the corner of Dalton Ave and Boylston, we decided that instead of fighting through the shoulder to shoulder crowd from there to the finish line, which is about 4 blocks from there, we diverted down Dalton Ave to Huntington Ave to sneak around the back and try to get to Copley Square/The Finish Line before my Father, his best friend from college and my Sister.
We scurried down the packed streets and were approaching Copley Square behind the BPL when we heard a big bang, we looked at each other and asked why they were shooting off canons now? Did someone important just finish? Then a second bang as we were coming around the BPL to Copley Square and a 30 second walk from the finish line and we could see that it was not canons, people were frantic and running towards us. I jumped the barricades to go find my father and sister, but my mother was frantic and yelling for me and all the people were diverting me from making progress so I came back and we ran down the back side of the BPL. At this point we did not know the scope of the damage, all we knew is that they should be finishing the race any second now and panic set in. We got to Exeter street and I jumped the barricades again and ran out onto Boylston Street, which was a warzone, there were people lying in the streets bleeding, a man was covered in blood, his jeans ripped open standing there talking to police, seemingly not able to comprehend he had just been hit by shrapnel from a bomb.
In situations like this in the past, police push you out of the way, tell you to leave, but not in this instance, it was like I wasn’t even there. All they were concerned with was tending to the injured as I frantically ran down Boylston in the opposite direction of the race looking for my loved ones. I could not help but sob while doing this. The thoughts that were in my mind and the things that I was seeing were not good. It was not something you should see in the heart of the Back Bay. These are things you see in news footage from Iraq. I could not find anything, it was just medics and blood and injured people. This is where I get somewhat blurry and don’t remember every detail, but finally I got through with a phone call to my sister. Who was ok, and with my dad and his friend. We agreed to get to a meeting point at the Reflection Pool. I headed there, but could not find them. Ten minutes or so later I saw her running the opposite direction of me and I yelled her name and chased her and gave her the largest, most gratifying hug I have had in my 27 years here, then my dad joined in and a slight sense of calm finally came over me as we all cried in each other’s arms.
Now we just needed to get Donny’s (my father’s best friend) family to us, and my mother and Matt. Shortly after they were there too and now started our trek to South Boston where my car was so we could pick up bags and cars left around the city, with 2 marathoners who had run 25.9 miles with no proper cool down. Their legs were jello, and stomachs were weak and no cabs were open, so we walked and not much was said, disbelief was all I felt. But we all felt it together and were so very lucky and thankful that we could hug each of our loved ones.
The amount of support and concern that I received through phone calls and text messages was unreal, but with phones being down I could not keep up with it all. I literally had 60 text messages, all from concerned friends and family members who just wanted to hear a “hi, we are all fine”. Luckily, we were all fine, and although it ended what should have been a joyful and amazing day with sorrow and sadness, we were all fine and together.
In life, I don’t always understand why certain things happen, but they do happen and it is how you move forward from each situation that makes you who you are. This is something I will never forget, it was and is emotions that I have never felt before, and hope to never feel again. I cried, scratch that I sobbed, while looking for my family as I looked out on Boylston street in disbelief at what I was seeing.

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wintercouture:

perfect human being

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thecaptains-steaz:

love him

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countrymusicfans:

Florida Georgia Line - Get Your Shine On

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