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Metzgerisms to Live By: A Positive Approach to Life in the 21st Century

Nothing really new here...but sometimes we all need a reminder.

  • One is only insignificent if one refuses to live the life they have been given.
  • Change is as constant as time.
  • One must be willing to make change.
  • One must be willing to be effected by change.
  • If life isn't going the way you want it to, change it.
  • Hate your job? Go find a new one.
  • If your environment disagrees with you, move.
  • Let no one rule you but yourself and your own judgement.
  • Don't accept second place.
  • If you fail, assess the failure and fix what needs fixed.
  • It's better to try and fail than to not even bother.
  • The smallest stone can cause a ripple.
  • A microscopic germ can wipe out a nation.
  • Drops of water can erode a mountain.
  • Smiles, like yawns, are contagious.
  • Known when enough is enough.
  • Stand up for something.
  • Treat your enemies well. You created them.
  • Do right because it IS right.
  • There is humor to all things. Find it.

More to come.....

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  1. jenny pageFebruary 3, 2010 at 10:05 PM

    If your environment disagrees with you, move.
    yikes!!!!!!
    i also really like the one about enemies. fo sho!
    oo from j :) :)

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