Life explained

[tankie]

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. :tankie:

[desertswo]

Ain't that the truth!

[Stitch]

I think my jar would be full of beer . . . .

[sated buddha]

My take on this is that a life lived without balls is no life at all.

[DonBelt]

More room for beer if there are no golfballs, rocks or sand in my jarro.

[Tamara]

.......There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn............

Unfortunately, this has reached, bypassed its critical point with me. Where a combination of factors, of not being allowed to clean up, catch up semester after semester, of being a night worker and having my time seen as day people usually see it, and having constantly more stuff pushed on me.....all while still having my life to do as well, has led to the trashed apartment, lost Christmas presents, collasped buffer system, etc, that I have now.

I loved the time I spent with my mother when she was alive and well but there is a cost to a life style where you plead to be able to catch up and are told you can always do that later, where you return to your apartment in the few final minutes before work to step in the door, drop off the gun, turn around and are out the door again and worst, not fully rested either, so the next two-three days are catchup while you are still doing what you normally do.

Life goes on, with or without you, and the grass does not stop growing. Sooner or later, the stuff that you can always do later will be there to drown you.

[SlaterDoc]

My jar has a crack in it! The balls remain, but all the other stuff seems to just leak out!

[Oracle]

My take on this is that a life lived without balls is no life at all.

You get into a fight everytime you drink? Sad. A Gentleman is one who holds his drink.