Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable, And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button boys, So cradle your head in your hands, And breathe, just breathe.
[...] this is the species whose main excuse for not doing something is 'if only I had more time'. Perfectly valid until you realise they do have more time. Not eternity, granted, but they have tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. In fact, I would have to write 'the day after' thirty thousand times before a final 'tomorrow' in order to illustrate the amount of time on a human's hands.
All of these words whispered in my ear tell a story that I cannot bear to hear. Just 'cause I said it, it don't mean I meant it. People say crazy things. Just 'cause I said it, don't that mean I meant it. Just 'cause you heard it. Rumour has it.
My teacher used to say, "Stay in beginner's mind. Never leave beginner's mind," because in beginner's mind, the possibilities are infinite. They're open. Anything can happen. You're open to learn anything you need to learn. If your view of something needs to change, you're open for it to change. No matter how deeply you have seen something, no matter how much you think you know something, stay in beginner's mind. Don't get rigid. No matter how great a revelation you may have had, no matter how great an opening in the core and depth of your being, if you stay in innocence, in the mind that's very light, that never takes its ideas as truth, then there will be a much greater potential for your thoughts, as well as your communications with others, to be naturally inspired.
My grandfather used to tell my mom that kids should never have to worry about anything more serious than baseball. Everything you need to know is there. It has success and failure, moments when you come together and moments where you stand alone. And it has an ending. Not a clock, like in other sports, but an ending. And that, my grandfather said to my mom, is as close as a kid should have to come to that sort of thing.
People come home for a lot of reasons. They come home to remember. They come home because they’ve got nowhere else to go. They come home when they’re beaten. They come home when they’re proud. They come home looking for a door out into their past or a road out into their future.
Als ein Schüler anmahnte, die geistliche Lehre des Meisters müsse auf den heutigen Stand gebracht werden, lachte der Meister laut auf. Dann erzählte er die Geschichte von einem Studenten, der sich in einer Buchhandlung beschwerte:
“Haben Sie keine neueren Bücher über Anatomie? Diese hier sind doch mindestens zehn Jahre alt.”
Sagte der Buchhändler: “In den letzten zehn Jahren kamen zum menschlichen Skelett keine neuen Knochen hinzu, mein Lieber.”
Und der der Meister ergänzte: “Ebensowenig gab es irgendeinen Zusatz zu der Natur des Menschen in den letzten zehntausend Jahren.”
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.