This morning in my normal commute to work, I was listening to an audio book via my ipod, like I do most everyday. I have been listening to the "4 Hour Work Week" by Tim Ferriss. It is a great resource for the wanna-be entrepreneur. It points out several concepts that most of the working world, me including, do to fool ourselves into being a workaholic.
At the beginning of the last chapter, an email that was sent to Tim that really hit home with me for some reason. Here is the content of that email:
"Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast.
Time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next 100 chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down, don't dance so fast.
Time is short, the music won't last.
Ever told your child; "We'll do it tomorrow." and in your haste not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die, cause you never had time to call and say; Hi?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast.
Time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift thrown away.
LIFE IS NOT A RACE.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music before the song is over."
Wow...what a great poem. I am going to try and tuck this one away and recall upon it from time to time.
At the beginning of the last chapter, an email that was sent to Tim that really hit home with me for some reason. Here is the content of that email:
"Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast.
Time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next 100 chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down, don't dance so fast.
Time is short, the music won't last.
Ever told your child; "We'll do it tomorrow." and in your haste not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die, cause you never had time to call and say; Hi?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast.
Time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift thrown away.
LIFE IS NOT A RACE.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music before the song is over."
Wow...what a great poem. I am going to try and tuck this one away and recall upon it from time to time.