[Fwd: (forw) Time management
12 Jun 1998 19:29:18 -0700
Hotel, Pingyao; Shanxi -- China :: FR 12 JUN 98
Still here. Rain this morning. No rush, no worries--plenty of
days to reach Xian. Lie in. Rest. Correspond. Then, an afternoon's work
on an ejournal entry lost when Netscape (the bloody bug farm that it is)
crashes to a halt. Now it will have to be begun again after dinner.
Instead, I'll post this little gem forwarded to me by an Nomadic Spirit
list subscriber, a good friend, a wise man. I know from other emails I've
received recently, this item will benefit many. Ah, yes, and the first
stanza from the Dao De Jing's 20th chapter which follows (the remaining
stanzas apparently require the enlightenment of a Master to grasp--seeming
darkness amidst so much light.)
Then, after some dinner, back at the gravel and the renewed
~~~ Responses Gleefully Received ~~~
This jewel came through on the mailing list [my wife] has
been on since she found out she was pregnant (comprised of women who
were all due in Nov. '97).
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
----- Forwarded message-----
A while back I was reading about an expert on [the] subject
of time management. One day this expert was speaking to a group of business
students and, to drive home a point, used an illustration I'm sure those
students will never forget.
As this man stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers
he said, "Okay, time for a quiz." Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouthed
Mason jar and set it on a table in front of him. Then he produced about
a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into
When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would
fit inside, he asked, "Is this jar full?"
Everyone in the class said, "Yes."
Then he said, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled
out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the
jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces
between the big rocks.
Then he smiled and asked the group once more, "Is the jar
full?" By this time the class was onto him. "Probably not," one of them
"Good!" he replied. And he reached under the table and brought
out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in and it went into
all the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked
the question, "Is this jar full?"
"No!" the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good!" Then
he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar
was filled to the brim. Then he looked up at the class and asked, "What
is the point of this illustration?"
One eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is,
no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard, you can
always fit some more things into it!"
"No," the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth
this illustration teaches us is: If you don't put the big rocks in first,
you'll never get them in at all."
What are the 'big rocks' in your life? A project that YOU
want to accomplish? Time with your loved ones? Your faith, your education,
your finances? A cause? Teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put
these BIG ROCKS in first or you'll never get them in at all.
So, tonight or in the morning when you are reflecting on this
short story, ask yourself this question: What are the 'big rocks' in
my life or business? Then, put those in your jar first.
----- End forwarded message -----
Stop thinking, and end your problems.
What difference between yes and no?
What difference between success and failure?
Must you value what others value,
avoid what others avoid?
Other people are excited,
as though they were at a parade.
I alone don't care,
I alone am expressionless,
like an infant before it can smile.
Other people have what they need;
I alone possess nothing.
I alone drift about,
like someone without a home.
I am like an idiot, my mind is so empty.
Other people are bright;
I alone am dark.
Other people are sharper;
I alone am dull.
Other people have a purpose;
I alone don't know.
I drift like a wave on the ocean,
I blow as aimless as the wind.
I am different from ordinary people.
I drink from the Great Mother's breasts.