Anatole France
Warren G. Bennis
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I like studying. I really do. I don’t just mean reading. I mean reading and taking notes, reflecting on what I have
written, rereading what I have written and then acting upon it. I’ve heard it said that true knowledge
changes our behavior. Everything
else is just information. It’s not
that there’s anything wrong with information. I used to be a bit of pop music trivia expert. I was pretty impressive actually. Sometimes I could name songs, singers,
dates and albums. People would
tell me to go on the now-defunct game show, Name That Tune.
None of my
knowledge changed my life though.
It was fun and I could entertain others with it, but it didn’t do much
beyond that. Having information
about music trivia, politics, spiritual matters, relationships, comic books or
U.S. Presidents didn’t make me kinder or better or harder working. It made me vain. It also caused me to seek attention for
the wrong reasons. Instead of
trying to make an impression on my friends there are three others I should have
been trying to make an impression on.
First, I should
have been trying to make an impression on my professors. With some rare exceptions, I did the
very least amount of work possible in school. Sadly, my grades showed this. I had what one friend referred to as “gentlemen’s grades.”
They were passable, but not impressive. I got what I deserved almost every
time. There was one
exception. I took a class in which
I got a grade that I felt was very unfair. I shared my frustration with another professor and he said,
“I wouldn’t worry about it. I’m
sure you got some higher grades that you didn’t deserve either.”
In my perfect
world, I work in a way that is not meant to impress others, but to bless
others. That should be my real
motivation. Could I have worked in
such a way that my professors enjoyed my work and were glad they were
teachers? Could I have done work
that was interesting and challenging and not just enough to get by? I remember doing a paper once and not
really doing my best. This
resulted in two painful lessons.
1.
A friend was doing the same paper and when I read his, I felt
embarrassed by my lack of thought and effort, compared to his.
2.
My professor let me know that this was not my best work even
though it was the first assignment I had turned in to him.
Sadly, it took a
long time for me to really learn these lessons.
I should have also
been trying to make an impression on God, or more accurately, to please
God. Now, I know that God loves me
no matter what, just as I love my children, no matter what. But, I feel a little happier with them
when they are kind or helpful, or do their homework or do things without
arguing. I love them either way,
but I enjoy them more when I don’t have
to struggle with them.
When my children
exhibit good manners or when other parents tell me good things about them I
have a sense of pride. When the
opposite is true, I feel sad. I
worry about them. I might get
angry, but beneath the anger is fear.
I am afraid that they will damage their lives or themselves in some way.
I’m afraid they won’t reach their full potential or won’t have friends or won’t
be happy. I’m afraid they will
waste a lot of years making the same mistakes I made.
Life is what it is
and I can’t get any time back. All
I can do is do my best now. I just
don’t want my children taking as long as I took to learn the power of
self-discipline. This not only
hinders their own lives, it hinders their self-esteem and peace and thus their
relationship with God. God loves
them no matter what, but He will not let them move forward until they are
ready. I know this as a fact. And when one can’t feel love for
oneself, it’s hard to feel God’s love.
Finally, I should
have been trying to make an impression on myself. More accurately, I should have been taking better care of
myself. Had I studied more, I
would have enjoyed school more. I
would have enjoyed life more. In
everything I did, not just school, had I put in the greatest amount of effort,
I would have it enjoyed it more. I
know this also to be a fact because the times I give my best efforts are my
best times. When I didn’t, I did
fairly or poorly and, as I said, my grades reflected this. They were passable.
Now maybe I’m too
hard on myself, but passable is the same as failing to me. No, I didn’t fail my classes, but I
failed the purpose of education.
The purpose of education is not to pass classes. It is to make me a stronger, more
self-sufficient, more capable, more contributing human being. I missed the deliciousness of rich
thinking, much like a man who refuses to eat a good meal because it’s too much
trouble to wash up and come to the table.
This is why Don Miguel Ruiz says in The Four Agreements, “Always do your best.”
Perhaps all of
this seems like regret. It is and
it isn’t. Yes, I wish I could do
things differently. Most people
probably do. I also know, however,
that I have used the last several months much better. Yes, I have room for growth. I always will.
But I’m having more fun and being more present than I have been in a long
time. I’m experiencing the power
of the right way because I finally used my time to Get Started and to Keep
Going.
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