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You’d better slow down: reflecting on The 4-Hour Workweek, a bestseller by Timothy Ferriss.

In Sports on April 7, 2014 at 4:06 pm

Slow Dance

by David L. Weatherford


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 hundred 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’d 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.


Timothy Ferriss presents some unquestionably revolutionary ideas in his bestseller, The 4-Hour Workweek, but his perspective is well-founded. He makes radical points, but they rise to counter a culture that is dying a cruel death from the inside out. The above poem is contained within the book, and it encapsulates Ferriss’s ideas perfectly. It rings eerily true. Don’t let life pass you by.

Remembering the years that made you who you are today

In Culture, Life on July 3, 2012 at 1:21 am

This was me, right, with my friend Jay in 2010. At different points of that year, I had black hair, a mohawk and pierced ears. We all go through rough patches.

I did something dangerous today.

I decided to look at my old blog.

If you don’t keep a diary/journal/blog, you’re missing out on some great future laughs. Sometimes you’ll look back on something you did and forgot about, and just think: Really? 

Remember the person you were in 2010? You might laugh. It seems so recent, right? How much could you have changed since then?

My guess is a lot.

The blog I found was one of the bleakest, most depressing things I’ve read in recent memory. Good Lord. I really love life, and it feels like it’s always been that way.

Not exactly. A couple posts made me cringe.

I wrote about how nothing gold can stay, the people I cared about didn’t care about me and how reality will never be good enough. Here was my thought process on Christmas 2010:

“So it’s Christmas. The day everyone gets tons of gifts and pretends to be ‘thankful.’ Fuck all of you.”

Whoa. Who thinks like that? Who says that?

Apparently the 2010 version of me.

I also wrote about how I wasn’t good at anything. I didn’t think I had any talent. I penned to myself: “How can you expect anyone else to like you when you hate yourself?”

Yikes. Another bomb.

I don’t remember ever being such a negative person, but obviously I was. A few bad things had piled up (struggling with not going to school, a serious car accident and getting thrown away by a girl), but I don’t understand how I ever thought like that. My outlook couldn’t be more different as of July 3, 2012.

If I had to pick one thing that changed, it’d be my entry into journalism. I joined the school paper and met someone who is one of my good friends today, Matt Parrino, my Senior Sports Editor. After about a month, he became my big brother and took me under his wing. Any success I’ve had to date in journalism is because of Matt.

It’s my passion. It’s something I really love. My life was headed so quickly and so far downhill before I joined the newspaper.

Here’s a question: If you’re mad at the world, are you doing what you love? If the answer is ‘no,’ why the hell not?

Go do it! It’ll change everything.

God had His hand on my life the entire time. I think about all the times I could have died or been arrested or gotten in serious trouble, and I can do nothing but breathe deep and thank Him for taking care of me. For letting me go through those dark days and bringing me to today.

Tonight, as Andrew and I were driving home from our basketball game, we were groaning about our many injuries. He and I are going on 23 and 21, respectively, but we could barely move our legs. It was a pretty comical sight.

“We’re such old men,” he laughed.

I instantly thought about the blog and smiled.

Older? Undoubtedly.

Wiser? Infinitely.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” — Jeremiah 29:11



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