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U Zmajkinom gnijezdu... jesmo svi?

petak, 17.02.2006.

The mayonnaise jar and coffee

Ovo sam dobila mailom danas iz Australie od moje po svijetu razasute rodbine.
Prvi put čitam i moram podijeliti s vama.
Pa evo...

***************
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24
hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar...
and the coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items
in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he 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 rolled 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 infamous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee 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 faith, your health, your friends, and your favorite
passions.
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained,
your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter. 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.
Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will
always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

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 coffee
represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show
you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room
for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

*******************

Mene je taklo. Nasmiješilo, uz ono obavezno- pa da, tako je.
Prebrzo živimo i stalno nešto tražimo, a sve što nam zaista treba je tu kraj nas.

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System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high
when we fly by
(Blue)




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Kao da plivam protiv rijeke
lakše bi bilo pustit se
u more istih-istima
ova je kuća puna sunca
ove su ruke pune zvijezda
moje je, moje je
moje je ime drukčija
tako se dobro osjećam
to sam ja
i neću nego biti ja
moje je ime drukčija
postoji nebo razloga
to sam ja
ja sam – drukčija
(Putokazi)









Late at night
You're taking me home
You say you wanna stay
But I want you to go
Say I don't love you
But you know I'm a liar
'Cause when we kiss
Ooh...
Fire
cerek
(Des'ree)








a u kosi nam žive sjećanja, uspomene smo skrili među pramenove



Proust,
ništa originalno
trenutak...
i miris
velike količine
netom opranog rublja
ti i ja
na katu iznad vešeraja
sasvim slučajno
hej, pa gdje si ti?
rasprše se misli
dok nestaje međuprostor
kad isprepletu se prsti

Jer ima izgubljenog vremena
za kojim se nikad neće
krenuti u potragu
svim trenucima usprkos



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skidam jutros plavu jastučnicu
ispirem sjećanje na još jedan san
ionako je premalo jastučnica
za sve naše snove
da ih sve i bacim
ostaje tek besana noć
i blijedo sjećanje na zbunjenost
koju smo si davno već
oprostili






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sama na stijeni
prkosim buri
gledam niz cestu
i čekam tebe
dođi što kasnije
stijena
bura
i cesta
pričaju mi
nevjerojatne priče




ništa mi ne treba
samo vrijeme
oni što me znaju
otišli su
između redova
ostala sam sama




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ali ne znam
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