The Best Advice From The Greatest Man I Know!

I remember my insouciant days in high school when I thought i knew everything and took advises with a pinch of salt. It is funny when I think back at my teenage years and how we all thought we had life figured out, I guess we have all been there. Lol!

Being popular with everyone in school was such a big deal, almost more important than having a good grade... well having a good grade means being popular, so yeah, having a good grade was up there probably because of that.  Sucking up to authority would gulp up any student's credibility faster than Winnie gulps honey, so it was not one of those things a student wanted to be caught doing. Were we bad kids in the true sense of the word, I would not say so, we just wanted to asset our self confidence and  taking the school authority with the most minimal seriousness was a glowing way of saying "I am now an adult." 

While we were sure we knew as much about life as all the actual adults in school knew, of course I am talking about the teachers... duh! We were in awe and tremendous respect for one man. We loved him as it was ever possible to love, we respected him so much that  we considered the school grounds hallowed because they were his. When ever he passes by, we do not avoid him as we would most teachers, we wanted him to see us, we made effort for him to notice us. We wanted his smile of approval. 

This incredible human was my high school principal. Perhaps it was because he was an old man, infact the oldest in the school, but it was beyond that --it was almost supernatural. 

He is nothing like the high school principal we love to hate in movies. His warm smile was geniune and his frown was displeasure overflowing in love. He was never pretentious and hate was never found in him.  

I could go on  eulogizing this sage, but do you know what I still find most profound about him? --His wisdom. 

Every morning for 3 years he was my high school principal, without fail, hewould stand before us at the school assembly (school assembly was a daily routine in my school), we all lined up at our best temporary behavious, eager to hear him speak. Not that he ever said anything new, he always said the same thing to us and for most of things he said to us was, "Always do the Right Thing, At the Right Time, In the Right Place."  

I still consider this the best advice I have recieved my entire life. Perhaps I am partial because I love the man from whose lips this advice came forth, but I am sure regardless of your age, culture and life experience you can agree with me that this was as good as advices could get.

I hope I can honour the memory of this beautiful soul that unified us as a school, a man that inspired us while he was with us, a man that saw the good in the worst of us. I hope I as long as I live, I would always remember to always do the right things, at the right time and in the right place. 

 

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Dirt Cheap Gold

Like every young adult, I had dreams, I had ambitions, I wanted to get my life right as early as possible and I knew it was not going to come cheap. 

I set out like an athlete not setting off on my own , but subscribing to be coached so I could stand on the steady shoulders of those that had gone before before and obviously knew better than my green self. It was only wise for me to look up to those I believed knew better than myself; the billionaires, the millionaires, the create success stories of dreamers who became winners.  I became an avid reader of inspirational books and biographies of those whose lives and achievements i envied.

It was not much task for me as I thouroughly enjoyed being pumped up on motivation, but there was a problem. These men and women had different stories to tell. While there were reoccuring themes to what they attributed their success to, it was no doubt they all rose from different circumstances.

I pondered on the many success stories and motivational books I have read and wondered, " Is there a silver bullet that anyone can use regardless of race, background, circumstances, personality and limitations? "

What I discovered was not a silver bullet, I guess you would think it must be something better perhaps a gold or platinum bullet. No, it was dirt, cheap good old dirt. The dirt be trod upon with no second thoughts, the dirt anyone and everyone could get so much that we never think about it twice.
 
I was busy looking for precious metals out there in space, while all I was looking for has been with me, untapped, unexhausted. I trusted these billionares to tell me something new, something extraordinary, but all was the same good old dirt I had recieved from my humble parents.

We ignore the simple things in life and go in search of the most complex and sophisticated sounding principles only to end up entagling ourselves in confussion. Little wonder despite reading all the motivational books possible in a lifetime, many still never achieve the success they desire because they left the little things and pursued sophistication and granduer, forgetting that from the humble dust everything magnificient came forth.
 
Indeed, we must take a purse and remember the little things; to be kind, to be honest, to be hard working, to be humble, to be thougthful and to be true to ourselves. We dont need motivational books to know these things, we just never took them serious because they seem so ordinary. We had always known these principles, but we go insearch of mirrors and smokes.

 
After so many successes and failures, growing old has thought me to value the little things the most, because from them are all complexities built. The joy and satisfaction that I experience when I live by foundamentals has is one I never had living on the fast lane of sophistications and reckless ambition.