Just because I feel like it
I want you to imagine with me for a moment just two clocks standing alone inside a room. And on each of these clocks is a face, and on each face two hands indicating time. One clock is consistantly five minutes slow, and the other is stopped at exactly twelve o' clock, and never changes.
Which clock would you rather have?
Interestingly enough, you'd probably not want the clock that is right the most often. You see, although one can actually give you a rough estimate of time, even though it is five minutes off, the other is actually right more often. For exactly two minutes everyday, it is 12:00. For the other minutes in the day, the stopped clock only serves as a reminder that twelve o' clock has come and gone. However, the clock that is moving may not be right at all, but it is more useful because it still tries to function.
For some reason, this metaphor feels like life to me. If we stand perfectly still and wait for our opportunities to be correct, they'll most certainly come. And when we show how right we are, no one will know or care because we've done nothing to guide anyone, but rather have spent all our time waiting upon ourselves.
If we decide that we don't care when we are wrong, and try to do the best we can with what we've got, we become useful, even if we are never correct. Our refusal to stagnate, to allow ourselves to be wrong, can be our greatest triumph. Because who would bother setting a clock that doesn't run? Run first and foremost, and you will be set. Move forward and corrections will be made.
Stand still, however, and be right once in a while, but never accomplish anything greater than satisfying yourself that you are correct. No one else will ever know.
Which clock would you rather have?
Interestingly enough, you'd probably not want the clock that is right the most often. You see, although one can actually give you a rough estimate of time, even though it is five minutes off, the other is actually right more often. For exactly two minutes everyday, it is 12:00. For the other minutes in the day, the stopped clock only serves as a reminder that twelve o' clock has come and gone. However, the clock that is moving may not be right at all, but it is more useful because it still tries to function.
For some reason, this metaphor feels like life to me. If we stand perfectly still and wait for our opportunities to be correct, they'll most certainly come. And when we show how right we are, no one will know or care because we've done nothing to guide anyone, but rather have spent all our time waiting upon ourselves.
If we decide that we don't care when we are wrong, and try to do the best we can with what we've got, we become useful, even if we are never correct. Our refusal to stagnate, to allow ourselves to be wrong, can be our greatest triumph. Because who would bother setting a clock that doesn't run? Run first and foremost, and you will be set. Move forward and corrections will be made.
Stand still, however, and be right once in a while, but never accomplish anything greater than satisfying yourself that you are correct. No one else will ever know.