Value Golfballs, Not Water

It feels rather weird coming home for the holidays. When you come home to a dorm for so long, it becomes your home. I catch myself saying yeah, “I cleaned my apartment before I left”. Or, “I’m heading home today at two o’clock”. When you leave home you feel as if nowhere else will ever feel the same, but upon returning it’s just not the same. I am not being shallow; it is not as simple as I live where my items are. I live where I feel comfortable, and safe, and secure. August when I moved in, my apartment was a box, with walls, a floor, and a bed. And, somehow its transformed, memories and late nights with coffee in hand and a paintbrush in another made it home. Limitlessly shoved into life, four walls, a floor and that rickety bed means the world to a college student, and the holidays gave me time to reflect upon what is important and what is just water. I had a teacher in high school, Coach Clifton. He taught economics and although he called me fruit loop due to my sexual preference, and feminazi due to my political preference. He taught me one thing, rather told me one thing I will never forget. Life is like a large jar. All of the most important things in life like your family, your close friends, and essentials to live are golf balls filling up your jar. Next all of the smaller still important aspects of your life such as your job, meetings, school, and college are pebbles filling the spaces between the golf balls. Next are the small things day to day events that pass one after another, which is sand in your jar. Lastly is water filling your jar, water is all the annoyances in your life that are so small, you shouldn’t weigh them more than a grain of sand. Those golf balls are the majority of the mass in you jar; those things should be treasured much more, and placed much higher on a pedestal. Why waste precious time on water?? Value your golf balls, because before you know it your jars full and your life is over.