Tag: Choices

Smart Or Wise?

A Matter Of Survival?
A Matter Of Survival?

Today is the first day back to school for many Central Florida children. And all across the Country, students of all ages are gearing up. Many of our friends (the same age) have college seniors.

Some have grandchildren.

We have a 4th grader.

The conversation last night revolved around the fundamental difference between being smart and being wise. Here’s the moral.

Being smart can help you understand that there are low to no-interest loans available to buy stuff. Being wise helps you understand that unless you have cash, you should wait.

Being smart tells you your parents will never know you tried to smoke a cigarette. Being wise tells you smoking is bad news, period.

Think About It
Think About It

jungle jeff

Thank You For Going

Maybe They Were On Sale
Maybe They Were On Sale

There are people who have so much passion for what they do, they make the status quo look like amateurs.

Not everyone can handle the pressure that comes from such passion.

Some wait their whole lives for it.

And some, well, it’s who they are.

It’s a manifestation of some higher purpose.

A higher calling.

They make sacrifices.

Some unintentional.

Some, unwanted.

Important things can suffer.

There is no easy answer.

There is no “one correct way”.

It’s a two-way street.

This is what makes it such a gamble.

Either way.

Taking risks is risky. And so is playing it safe.

Pick one.

But try not to pick the wrong one.

Bob Dylan

“He who’s not busy being born, is busy dying.” — Bob Dylan, folk singer

Lowell, MA March 16, 2010
Lowell, MA March 16, 2010

The Joy of Dying

Is there Joy in dying? Is there Joy in death?

There certainly is Joy in birth and obviously Joy in being born. Right?

In the past 30 days, I’ve been exposed to nearly one dozen deaths. And these deaths have involved people close to me, or people close to people I’m close to. Ya with me?

Just yesterday, a good friend told me how peaceful the death of her family member was.

It started with tragic news, and there was little time to accept and deal with the impending reality.

And yet in the end, she spoke of it being Peaceful. Joyful.

Perhaps, with a little (or a lot) planning, death will be something we don’t fear, but something we view as simply part of life. Not to be feared, but to be embraced.

Maybe then we can look forward to it. Joyfully.