Words of wisdom

Wisdom

The ability to use your knowledge and experience to make good decisions and judgments:

I certainly hope to gain a little wisdom as I grow older.
He hosts a weekly radio show in which he dispenses wisdom (= gives his opinions) on a variety of subjects.

Cambridge Dictionary

1 Desiderata – A Life Changing Poem for Hard Times

 

16 apr. 2020

Newest episode to our Powerful Life Poetry series.
We hope this finds you well in these troublesome times. –
 
Read by Shane Morris
Music by Tony Anderson –
 
Max Ehrmann was an American attorney and poet who often wrote on spiritual themes. During his life, he contributed great thoughts to our literary lexicons, blending the magic of words and wisdom with his worthy observations.
 
Desiderata, which means “things that are desired,” was written by Max Ehrmann “because it counsels those virtues I felt most in need of.”

Desiderata - Max Ehrmann - Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

2 Wear Sunscreen – ENGLISH SUBTITLES

24 mei 2010

This video is so touching and inspiring! And here it is with English subtitles.

3 The Sunscreen Song – 10 Year Tribute (Everybody_s Free)

8 jul. 2010

Axel Metayer

Lyrics from the song:

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either — your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

Most of the video was filmed in 2008, and yeah, it’s all Ki’une from http://www.pickupdance.com , http://www.risingbean.com.

He made this video compiled from clips of his adventures and activities over the past while. It’s been 10 years since this song was released, and he never really got sick of it, and wanted to share how he lived it out. I’m not trying to tell everyone to do everything possible, but rather inspire people to live more freely – and that you can start today by doing something simple, such as dancing in your living room!

Song The Sunscreen Song is written (lyrics) by Mary Schmich and voiced by Baz Luhrmann. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wear_Sun…

A Guide to Life for Graduates

Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young

June 1, 1999

Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who’d rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there’s no reason we can’t entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.

I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’99:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

 

4 Harvard graduate’s unique speech goes viral

 

 

CNN

 

Gepubliceerd op 29 mei 2016

 
Harvard University has called 2016 graduate Donovan Livingston’s spoken-verse commencement speech “one of the most powerful, heartfelt student speeches you will ever hear!”
 

Donovan Livingston delivers his awe-inspiring poem Lift up

 

Vocabulary biar updateLEARN ENGLISH | Donovan Livingston – Racial Inequalities In The Education System

 

Gepubliceerd op 24 okt. 2018

 
Donovan Livingston, a master’s graduate at Harvard’s Graduate School of Education, gave a powerful and prolific five-minute speech, that has since seen millions of views on Youtube and Facebook.
 
 
 

5 Education Matters Ep 10 Donovan Livingston

Gepubliceerd op 10 dec. 2016

6 Donovan Livingston Note to Self Fay

Gepubliceerd op 14 aug. 2016

 
A part of Donovan Livingston’s motivational speech to college freshmen at Fayetteville State University

7 World Forum for Democracy 2016 DONOVAN LIVINGSTON – Talk Summary

Gepubliceerd op 9 nov. 2016

 
The 2016 World Forum for Democracy focuses on the relationship between education and democracy. Education is central to democratic societies. Schools, universities, civil society organisations and other learning institutions should encourage the acquisition and practice of values and skills which are essential for democracy. The World Forum for Democracy 2016 focuses on how education can help bridge the social divide and become a real asset for our diverse democracies.

8 Donovan Livingston’s “Jus Like Yo Momma” | UNCG Liberal Arts Advantage, 2017

Gepubliceerd op 13 mrt. 2017

Donovan Livingston’s “Jus Like Yo Momma” | UNCG Liberal Arts Advantage, 2017

 

Gepubliceerd op 13 mrt. 2017

Donovan Livingston delivers an extraordinary spoken word piece

 

to a crowd of liberal arts students at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro.

 

 

“We share the same face,
Her and I – she was 9 and I was the twinkle in her iris.
Her eyes had seen much suffering –
Unexplained injustices all the days of her young life,
When she decided enough was enough.

We share the same skin,
The mahogany hue melanin
That wouldn’t let her in – the “we don’t serve your kind” skin,
The brown “you gonna have to go ‘round through the back” skin,
Back when a “hole in the wall” eatery would literally be way we received our food.
That little girl couldn’t stomach the incivility.
I know, because I was there –
The butterfly in her belly – the swelling
When swallowing her pride became too hard to digest,
The scars in her tummy told a story.

On that humid Carolina afternoon
She moved to the beat of her own drum
The sun, beaming brightly atop her brow, two pony tails, and bangs
Waving picket signs, demanding her spot at a lunch counter –
Her seat at the table when company comes –
The sun was unforgiving that day.
She taught me, nowadays
racism and humidity are one in the same –
Invisible to the naked eye,
but you feel it you when you walk outside.
So don’t tell us, be cool – don’t sweat it
Like it isn’t summer somewhere every day of year.
Racism, like the sun doesn’t go away
By simply averting your eyes.

We share the same ears;
Clogged prisons, overcrowded
with the names of victims –
Terence Crutcher, Philando, and Freddie Gray
Sandra Bland, the Charleston 9, and Keith Scott.
Their names drop like bodies, on my ear drums
Strumming the rhythms, we march to –
Denise McNair, Cynthia Wesley
Carole Robertson, Addie Mae Collins.
How do their names sound after all this time?
Because you were their age too –
And you saw to it, their memory boomed
Like Sunday School at 16th Street Baptist in Birmingham
I hear you, momma!
You’re the ringing in my ears
Reminding me why my words matter
Like Black Lives.
I swear our movements were twin babies
Nursed by America’s bosom

We share the same lips,
Blowing a kiss of death to Jim Crow and police brutality,
Singing freedom songs while doing so.
From “We Shall Overcome” to we gon’ be “Alright”,
Screaming “Alls my life I has to fight!”
But fighting back is what we do.
Anti-oppression is our DNA.
These double helix strands stand on a twisted view justice,
Double-dutching a status quo, hoping you’ll jump in –
But we won’t – we won’t
We are programmed to revolt.

Oh, yea. We share the same smile, too.
This gap-toothed grin is a reminder
That now is the space between History and Future
Now is the only space we will ever occupy in this universe
And now is the only truth you’ll ever see
So tell it – unapologetically
Because History is genetic
And every day He look me in face and say,
“Boy, you look jus’ like yo momma”

9 UNC, Columbia & Harvard Alum Donovan Shares His Journey

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Gepubliceerd op 4 mei 2017

 
With an intense honesty and a powerful voice, Donovan looks back on his challenges as a young undergraduate. Today this visionary performer and scholar is a UNC alum with two Masters degrees–one from Columbia and another from Harvard–and he is currently pursuing his PhD at UNC Greensboro. Got a story to share? Use #uncThrive to talk about your journey.

10 – 2018 May 03 – 3:00pm – Donovan Livingston

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Gepubliceerd op 23 mei 2018

11 WGHP NEWSMAKER: DONOVAN LIVINGSTON

Gepubliceerd op 13 jul. 2016

 
Neill McNeill’s Newsmaker Interview with Donovan Livingston as aired in the 10pm Newscast 7/13/16.

12 Lift Off: From the Classroom to the Stars

Live gestreamd op 24 apr. 2017

 
Gutman Library Distinguished Author Series: Donovan Livingston Donovan
 
Livingston is an award-winning educator, spoken word poet, and public speaker. In 2016, his Harvard Graduate School of Education convocation address “Lift Off” went viral, reaching over thirteen million views. A believer in the enormous opportunities that education provides, Livingston inspires students, educators, and communities with his conviction that every child has the right to “lift off” and achieve their dreams.

13 A Quick Conversation with Donovan Livingston ’09

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Gepubliceerd op 3 okt. 2017

 
Donovan Livingston ’09, who says that poetry made him feel connected not just to the University but also to the Chapel Hill community, delivers his poem “Just Like Your Mama” for the Carolina Alumni Review. Read more about Donovan at http://unc.live/2fNzSuq .

14 The story behind Harvard student’s amazing speech

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CNN

 

Gepubliceerd op 30 mei 2016

 

Donovan Livingston talks to CNN’s Brooke Baldwin about the inspiration for the speech he gave at Harvard University’s graduation ceremonies that would go viral and be seen by millions. Watch Livingston’s speech here: http://bit.ly/1TSacX5

15 Donovan Livingston Testimonial

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Gepubliceerd op 30 nov. 2017

 
After a very successful event at Maastricht University, Donovan Livingston speaks about his impression of being part of the Ambassador Lecture Series.

Donovan Livingston delivers an extraordinary spoken word piece


to a crowd of liberal arts students at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro.

“We share the same face,
Her and I – she was 9 and I was the twinkle in her iris.
Her eyes had seen much suffering –
Unexplained injustices all the days of her young life,
When she decided enough was enough.

We share the same skin,
The mahogany hue melanin
That wouldn’t let her in – the “we don’t serve your kind” skin,
The brown “you gonna have to go ‘round through the back” skin,
Back when a “hole in the wall” eatery would literally be way we received our food.
That little girl couldn’t stomach the incivility.
I know, because I was there –
The butterfly in her belly – the swelling
When swallowing her pride became too hard to digest,
The scars in her tummy told a story.

On that humid Carolina afternoon
She moved to the beat of her own drum
The sun, beaming brightly atop her brow, two pony tails, and bangs
Waving picket signs, demanding her spot at a lunch counter –
Her seat at the table when company comes –
The sun was unforgiving that day.
She taught me, nowadays
racism and humidity are one in the same –
Invisible to the naked eye,
but you feel it you when you walk outside.
So don’t tell us, be cool – don’t sweat it
Like it isn’t summer somewhere every day of year.
Racism, like the sun doesn’t go away
By simply averting your eyes.

We share the same ears;
Clogged prisons, overcrowded
with the names of victims –
Terence Crutcher, Philando, and Freddie Gray
Sandra Bland, the Charleston 9, and Keith Scott.
Their names drop like bodies, on my ear drums
Strumming the rhythms, we march to –
Denise McNair, Cynthia Wesley
Carole Robertson, Addie Mae Collins.
How do their names sound after all this time?
Because you were their age too –
And you saw to it, their memory boomed
Like Sunday School at 16th Street Baptist in Birmingham
I hear you, momma!
You’re the ringing in my ears
Reminding me why my words matter
Like Black Lives.
I swear our movements were twin babies
Nursed by America’s bosom

We share the same lips,
Blowing a kiss of death to Jim Crow and police brutality,
Singing freedom songs while doing so.
From “We Shall Overcome” to we gon’ be “Alright”,
Screaming “Alls my life I has to fight!”
But fighting back is what we do.
Anti-oppression is our DNA.
These double helix strands stand on a twisted view justice,
Double-dutching a status quo, hoping you’ll jump in –
But we won’t – we won’t
We are programmed to revolt.

Oh, yea. We share the same smile, too.
This gap-toothed grin is a reminder
That now is the space between History and Future
Now is the only space we will ever occupy in this universe
And now is the only truth you’ll ever see
So tell it – unapologetically
Because History is genetic
And every day He look me in face and say,
“Boy, you look jus’ like yo momma”

Donovan Livingston levert een buitengewoon gesproken stuk


aan een groep studenten van de Universiteit van North Carolina in Greensboro.

“We delen hetzelfde gezicht,
Zij en ik – zij was 9 en ik was de twinkeling in haar iris.
Haar ogen hadden veel leed gezien.
Onverklaarbare onrechtvaardigheden al de dagen van haar jonge leven,
Toen besloot ze dat genoeg genoeg was.

We hebben dezelfde huid,
De mahonie tint melanine
Dat haar niet binnenliet, de “wij dienen jullie soort niet” huid,
De bruine “je zult via de achterkant moeten gaan” huid,
Toen een “gat in de muur” eethuis letterlijk de manier was waarop we ons eten kregen.
Dat kleine meisje kon de onbeschaafdheid niet verdragen.
Ik weet het, want ik was daar –
De vlinder in haar buik – de zwelling
toen het slikken van haar trots te moeilijk werd om te verteren,
De littekens in haar buik vertelden een verhaal.

Op die vochtige middag in Carolina
bewoog ze op het ritme van haar eigen trommel
De zon, die fel scheen op haar voorhoofd, twee paardenstaarten, en pony’s
Zwaaiend met piketpaaltjes, haar plek opeisend bij een lunchbar.
Haar plaats aan tafel als het gezelschap komt.
De zon was onvergeeflijk die dag.
Ze leerde me, dat tegenwoordig
racisme en vochtigheid zijn een in hetzelfde –
Onzichtbaar voor het blote oog,
maar je voelt het als je buiten loopt.
Dus zeg ons niet, wees cool – maak je niet druk
Alsof het niet elke dag van het jaar ergens zomer is.
Racisme, zoals de zon gaat niet weg
Door simpelweg je ogen af te wenden.

We hebben dezelfde oren;
Verstopte gevangenissen, overvol
met de namen van slachtoffers –
Terence Crutcher, Philando, en Freddie Gray
Sandra Bland, de Charleston 9, en Keith Scott.
Hun namen vallen als lichamen, op mijn trommelvliezen
Strumming the rhythms, we march to –
Denise McNair, Cynthia Wesley
Carole Robertson, Addie Mae Collins.
Hoe klinken hun namen na al die tijd?
Omdat jij ook hun leeftijd had…
En jij zorgde ervoor, dat hun nagedachtenis opbloeide
Zoals zondagsschool in 16th Street Baptist in Birmingham
Ik hoor je, mamma!
Jij bent de rinkel in mijn oren
Je herinnert me eraan waarom mijn woorden belangrijk zijn.
Zoals Black Lives.
Ik zweer dat onze bewegingen tweelingbaby’s waren
Verzorgd door Amerika’s boezem

We delen dezelfde lippen,
blazen een kus des doods naar Jim Crow en politie brutaliteit,
terwijl we vrijheidsliederen zingen.
Van “We Shall Overcome” tot “We Gon’be Alright”,
Screaming “Alls my life I has to fight!”
Maar terugvechten is wat we doen.
Anti-onderdrukking is ons DNA.
Deze dubbele helix strengen staan op een verdraaide kijk gerechtigheid,
Een status quo, in de hoop dat je inspringt –
Maar dat doen we niet – dat doen we niet
We zijn geprogrammeerd om in opstand te komen.

Oh, ja. We hebben ook dezelfde glimlach.
Deze spleetje-tand grijns is een herinnering
dat nu de ruimte is tussen geschiedenis en toekomst
Nu is de enige ruimte die we ooit zullen innemen in dit universum
En nu is de enige waarheid die je ooit zult zien
Dus vertel het – zonder enige terughoudendheid
Omdat de geschiedenis genetisch is
En elke dag kijkt hij me aan en zegt,
“Jongen, je lijkt precies op je moeder”

 

Rik Torfs Column Rechtvaardigheid

 

Rechtvaardigheid

Desiderata

 

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,

even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals,

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,

keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

16 Free Llama Prank

18 apr. 2011

People are left in the park with a Llama on a leash in a “No Llama” zone and get a ticket for it.
 
Filmed in Montreal, Quebec
 
Welcome to the world-famous channel, where we pull public pranks on unsuspecting Montreal residents and tourists.