Friday, May 26, 2006







"Live every day knowing that someone will write my eulogy tomorrow."

"To prove.
That faith is more important than fact.
That my church can be more empowering than a boardroom.
This is what I wish to prove with my one precious life."

"I want to dispel the belief that "every man is an island" because I refuse to live bound by the ignorance that isolation brings.
I want to embrace the freedom to explore the world to no end. Traveling to nontraditional places; absorbing more than tourist highlights; collecting hundreds of pictures capturing colorful dimensions of life - while refusing to delete the "non-perfect" shots from my digital camera."

"I envisioned Harvard Business School as confirmation, a badge of success. Instead, these two years sparked an ironic realization: I want to stop seeking success as others define it, and instead navigate my own waters.

Going forward, I will determine for myself what living a successful life means.

Success will not be the number of dollars I make, but the number of my children's sporting teams I coach.
Success will not be the size of my network, but the liveliness of food, wine and laughter shared with loved ones.
Success will not be judged by my title or resume, but by the spontaneity of my family's weekend adventures.
Success will not be the prestige of my employer, but the enthusiasm and passion I bring to my work.

When my one wild ride concludes, I will look within to assess the successfulness of my life. I will look in the mirror to determine whether I am happy with what I see. I will revisit this Portrait to discern whether the path I have journeyed has been my own."

Above quotes - taken from the sharing of a number of HBS 05 graduates. Their answers to the question embedded in the last 2 lines of the following poem:

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean -
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down -
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass,
how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

梅ちゃん at 4:48:00 AM



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