Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Gooch-isms

I haven't always been this smart, you know *tongue planted firmly in cheek*.

For many many years - more than I'd like to count - I was the grasshoppa and others were the zen stick masters.

Possibly the first was my old friend, Gooch. Wise beyond his years even then, I considered myself lucky that he took the time to write down some of his favorite quotes, sayings, and advice - what I call Gooch-isms - in a book and gave it to me - a prized possession - on one of the last occasions I saw him.

I have it here beside me now because today I had the occasion to give the same sage advice he gave me once, long long ago. It's advice I've given over and over since then. I learned the lesson very well and have passed it on as often as I can. But there's nothing quite like cracking that book open and reading his words in his own writing as I'm not sure I can ever be quite this eloquent.

How pompous and selfish it is for me to cry over my poor achy-breaky heart. My neighbor's only companion for the last eight years barks.

Perspective. Have some. You never know who you're sitting next to or what they've been and are going through and, trust me, it can always be worse.

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1 comment:

Kristin said...

Well said. Perspective can do wonders! I believe it was Plato who said something about being kind, "for everyone you meet is fighting some sort of battle" (or something close to that).