A race without a prize

July 30th, 2009

Ladies and Gentleman boys and girls of all ages welcome to another conterminous episode of The Thursday Blog – your mid-week guide to life.
Now about last week, wow talk about deep. One of the best things about this blog is that it never ceases to amaze me. Last week I was a little bit down but I didn’t know why. I tried to write that weeks’ blog and I really wanted to write something funny and I tried everyday on my holiday with no luck. I thought I had lost the art. But when I started to write about a topic that I knew I had to, yet didn’t want to, for the first time I understood how I was feeling. It was a really beautiful experience.
Last week was a guide for me, so this week it can be all about you. Let’s face it, you are the reason I write. You are that special. If anyone says to you “you’re so vain, I bet you think this blog is about you” then tell them that it is and for them to stop quoting songs from 1972.
Today’s episode starts with the sound of running and it is called:
“A race without a prize”
One of the joys Australian people have is going to a place called Medicare. Medicare itself is fantastic, it is our health care system and it does a lot of good for a lot of people. In this day and age most places do online Medicare claims so you don’t have to go into an office, but every now and then you get an old school doctor that makes you pay and go into the office to get cash back. I had seen one of those doctors and I was on my way to the always paying, always friendly and always always always overcrowded place we call Medicare. And as I am walking there I hear the sound of running.
Now I just need to point out I was in a shopping centre so I didn’t really hear the footsteps but we will all agree it makes a better story. This will be the only lie that will be in this episode and you can trust me on that because Royalty always keep their word. Didn’t I tell you that I am the Queen of England? (There I go again…)
I got to Medicare and I was 3 steps away from the ticket machine that gives you your place in line and I found the owner of the running sound. Out of nowhere, a middle-aged woman jumps in front of me to get her ticket before me.
I was in shock, the nerve of this woman who quite obviously ran in behind me and cut in front. My initial reaction was annoyance but shortly after I couldn’t help laughing.
How funny would it be to take the impatience of this woman and apply it to other areas in life?
There once was a man who couldn’t wait.
He got up early because he couldn’t wait for his alarm
…didn’t have a shower because he couldn’t wait for the water to warm up
…had jam on bread because he couldn’t wait for the toaster
…left for work with his pyjamas on to save time
…started to walk as he couldn’t wait for the bus
…walked across on a red light because he couldn’t wait for the green light
…got hit by a car but didn’t call the ambulance because he couldn’t wait for reception
…someone else called an ambulance but he didn’t wait for it
…got to work and took the stairs as he couldn’t wait for the lift
….during work he couldn’t wait for lunch so he ate at 11am and then for a similar reason left work for the day at 2pm
…ran to Medicare and cut in front of someone who was really good-looking (this kind of thing only happens to really good-looking people)
…rushed home and couldn’t wait to get there
…but with all the time saved he gets home to no one, because when the love of his life said to him “let’s get married” he looked at her and said “how long is that going to take?”…
The funniest thing about our Medicare friend is that with all of her rushing she only got served 92 seconds before me. 92 seconds, that’s it! That is hardly worth the stress of rushing and then looking like a mad-man in front of a crowded room, as you cut in front of someone. To rush through life is like running a race without a prize.
I want to become the kind of person who takes their time. I want to wait my extra 92 seconds and enjoy them. I want to spend time with people not always thinking about racing against them. What is the point of getting somewhere quickly when at the end of the day there is no one there waiting for you??
Have Fun. Slow down.
Dan.

Ladies and Gentleman boys and girls of all ages welcome to another conterminous episode of The Thursday Blog – your mid-week guide to life.

Now about last week, wow talk about deep. One of the best things about this blog is that it never ceases to amaze me. Last week I was a little bit down but I didn’t know why. I tried to write that weeks’ blog and I really wanted to write something funny and I tried everyday on my holiday with no luck. I thought I had lost the art. But when I started to write about a topic that I knew I had to, yet didn’t want to, for the first time I understood how I was feeling. It was a really beautiful experience.

Last week was a guide for me, so this week it can be all about you. Let’s face it, you are the reason I write. You are that special. If anyone says to you “you’re so vain, I bet you think this blog is about you” then tell them that it is and for them to stop quoting songs from 1972.

Today’s episode starts with the sound of running and it is called:

“A race without a prize”

One of the joys Australian people have is going to a place called Medicare. Medicare itself is fantastic, it is our health care system and it does a lot of good for a lot of people. In this day and age most places do online Medicare claims so you don’t have to go into an office, but every now and then you get an old school doctor that makes you pay and go into the office to get cash back. I had seen one of those doctors and I was on my way to the always paying, always friendly and always always always overcrowded place we call Medicare. And as I am walking there I hear the sound of running.

Now I just need  to point out I was in a shopping centre so I didn’t really hear the footsteps but we will all agree it makes a better story. This will be the only lie that will be in this episode and you can trust me on that because Royalty always keep their word. Didn’t I tell you that I am the Queen of England? (There I go again…)

I got to Medicare and I was 3 steps away from the ticket machine that gives you your place in line and I found the owner of the running sound. Out of nowhere, a middle-aged woman jumps in front of me to get her ticket before me.

I was in shock, the nerve of this woman who quite obviously ran in behind me and cut in front. My initial reaction was annoyance but shortly after I couldn’t help laughing.

How funny would it be to take the impatience of this woman and apply it to other areas in life?

There once was a man who couldn’t wait.

He got up early because he couldn’t wait for his alarm

…didn’t have a shower because he couldn’t wait for the water to warm up

…had jam on bread because he couldn’t wait for the toaster

…left for work with his pyjamas on to save time

…started to walk as he couldn’t wait for the bus

…walked across on a red light because he couldn’t wait for the green light

…got hit by a car but didn’t call the ambulance because he couldn’t wait for reception

…someone else called an ambulance but he didn’t wait for it

…got to work and took the stairs as he couldn’t wait for the lift

….during work he couldn’t wait for lunch so he ate at 11am and then for a similar reason left work for the day at 2pm

…ran to Medicare and cut in front of someone who was really good-looking (that kind of thing only happens to really good-looking people)

…rushed home and couldn’t wait to get there

…but with all the time saved he gets home to no one, because when the love of his life said to him “let’s get married” he looked at her and said “how long is that going to take?”

The funniest thing about our Medicare friend is that with all of her rushing she only got served 92 seconds before me. 92 seconds, that’s it! That is hardly worth the stress of rushing and then looking like a mad-man in front of a crowded room, as you cut in front of someone. To rush through life is like running a race without a prize.

I want to become the kind of person who takes their time. I want to wait my extra 92 seconds and enjoy them. I want to spend time with people not always thinking about racing against them. What is the point of getting somewhere quickly when at the end of the day there is no one there waiting for you??

Have Fun. Slow down.

Dan

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6 Responses to “A race without a prize”

  1. Steve Gore Says:

    “another conterminous episode” – are you sure that’s what you meant?

  2. Dustin Aagaard Says:

    i like it, great word. we are really bad about that in america. Well done!

  3. Cadu Says:

    Steve, if you define this blog as a set F of functions, with each episode (or post) being one item (function) in the set F, and if you define conterminous as “being the same in extent; coextensive in range or scope”, and if you assume the image of f1 (blog post 1) is equal to the image of f2 (blog post 2) which is, in turn, equal to your life, then you can say that the image of f1 and f2 are conterminous, as they have the same extension… :)

    Anyway, all I wanted to say is that his blog amazes me each time I read… :D

  4. sarahjoy Says:

    wooooooooooooooow!!! i’d have to say this blog WILL change how i live my life from this day on… especially the way i drive.. i will remember to take it slow, enjoy the ride :D

    thank you!! :D

    you’re amazing funnymandan!!

  5. Dan lee-Archer Says:

    Steve, trust you to read a whole episode and then comment on one word!!!

    Cadu you are the man!!!

    I tell you what, next week Steve you can choose the big word that describes next weeks episode and the week after Cadu can have a go.

    Have Fun

    Dan

  6. bulk cheese Says:

    I like this one zeeman

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