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[canajunfinances]

The Last Lecture This was a while ago, but the message is still worth hearing. Watch and listen.#CMU #LastLecture https://www.canajunfinances.com/2010/03/27/video-the-last-lecture

(via The Last Lecture)

[honeyforfree]

Kipling’s Feet

Prologue

P.E.

Half a year of Hungary First birthday in Mexico Twenty years of Hungary Six years of Austria

Six years of playfulness Six years of discovering talents Beautiful naivity! Six years of gaining knowledge That charm of the routine...

Two years of suffering Two years of running freely towards dreams Six years of serious work Hardcore reality: That’s already adulthood.

How much of this is coming still? Will I ever feel again that beauty of naivity?

I must fight for that Lady Uninvited is anyway here Already Till the end

That hardcore reality Beautiful naivity

Chapter One

I. My mother took me to the local house of culture to see a play of The Jungle Book. It was 1995. I was obsessed with animals, with nature. I was that girl who always had to wear nice clothes for every occasion,  but next to a 4-year-older brother I just wanted to listen to Nirvana with him - this was one year after their MTV Unplugged – and to run through the field when older boys were playing football. I wanted to catch the ball. My brother was so cool, I also wanted to be „cool”. (This was also the year when I learned how to pee in a standing position. I thought, there is nothing special about peeing in sitting. So I developed my own technique. And again. My brother was cool. I also wanted to be cool.) My mum has been reading Kipling’s classic for me, so I knew all of them. Mowgli and Shere Khan and Baloo and Kaa, that big snake. I never trusted Kaa, and never understood why Mowgli did. Now, that I throw myself back in time, I remember: it was a play by a Hungarian travelling theatre. In fact they called themselves THE Travelling Theatre. It was impressive. I imagined them as real rovers who just arrived there with their old coffers after sailing through the country by their Volkswagen vans. They had this vintage image, it was completely new for me. All these props and colours, all those movements and actions... suddenly I found myself in this other world where tale became reality and I felt like I want to join them. That I want to get into their mini bus and continue their tour with them. I was 4 years old, and I was convinced that this was the only problem that was holding me back from doing that. 

II.   The next year Szandi, my best friend from kindergarten started to take dance classes. It was „jazz-ballet” for kids. – Funny enough, later on I got to know that it was a genre that never existed... Szandi was a gypsy girl, can’t remember what happened to her parents, but she was raised by her grandma. She showed many clichés of a precocious gypsy kid: golden hoop earrings at the age of 5, frilly dresses for daytime and that special, orange clogs with glitters on it. With a wooden sole. CLOP-CLOP-CLOP-CLOP. It was very loud. After the first day I saw that pair of clogs on her tiny, skinny, coffee-brown feet, I told my mom, I would like to get one of those. I need them. She said it is not for kids, it is vulgar and that it is not healthy to wear such heavy, healed, stiff shoes. It would just ruin my feet. Nowadays my collegaues say that I have such nice feet..., so I guess she was right. But at the age of 5, I was furious. In my vision those clogs were beautiful. Szandi was a woman. And she took dance classes. So I told my mom, if I can’t wear orange, wooden clogs with glitters on it – although I am already 5 – she should at least take me to that dance class. So she did. I had soft, leather ballet shoes and a leotard with Minnie Mouse on it. And I was moving. Believe it or not, one year later I performed a choreography which was danced to a song from The Jungle Book. First row, wearing a „grass-skirt”, a „grass-top” and a floral wreath, which costume was made by my great-grandmother. (She was a florist, in her earlier years she used to work in a floral shop, so of course, she did a beautiful job.) On that performance I felt like I did everything perfectly as the teacher asked, and I owned every movement in my body. Recently I got the footage of that evening – transformed from VHS to a DVD. Turned out I wasn’t so perfect, in fact it looked like a bad karaoke, because I was singing, - or at least gaping – the lyrics while dancing. First row. In a jungle-styled costume. I have been dancing ever since that first jazz-ballet class, but I never got that orange, glitterish clogs. Thank you, Mama to protect me from such distorsion of taste and feet, now I know, why. Kipling and the jungle and Mowgli had to do something with my childhood after all. That performance at the house of culture, my gypsy friend, whose features reminded me strongly to Mowgli’s, and my first time of performing on stage: all that was written by and English man in 1894.

III. Do you know in how many ways I’ve used my feet ever since? Imagine! I used for steps, for running, for hanging, for swimming, for skiing, for skating, for jumping, for becoming taller... I used them for dancing, for carrying my entire body through the weirdest positions. I used my feet for showing beauty, for having an excuse for my bad balance, ’cause of course you can’t hold a 1,74 cm high axe on a relevé of a size 37 foot. Tststststs.... Of course you can!          I used my feet to take the attention away from my creepy, asymmetrical upper body when my spine was injured. I use them as help to keep the rest of my body healthy, to give me a good posture, to carry me on and on. To anywhere, maybe everywhere. And to kick in the ass Lady Uninvited every now and then, to stand up and leave all what and whom give pain. Today I used them for walking me up to this hill to spend my last official day here, to run for my pizza, to go to the toilet and to wear a heavy pair of sandals with a hard, stiff, wooden sole. At least they are black. No glitters.

Jazz- ballet. Neither jazz, nor ballet Then ballet, folk and all the rest A little ballroom and finally jazz.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Modern, or something like that Quit, move, move. Contemporary and all the rest.

All the rest, *avagy az összes többi.  Az a sok év, amiről most nem érdemes beszélni, mert biztos vagyok benne, hogy egy soha véget nem érő sztori lenne. 2018. június tizedike. Tegnap magyarul énekeltem Ausztriában, és Trump-pal táncoltam a színpadon. Furcsa. Mester diploma – almost done. De annyi minden jön még.

                             How much of this is coming still? Will you ever feel again that beauty of naivity?

You must fight for that! Lady Uninvited is anyway here Already Till the end

That hardcore reality Beautiful naivity.

*so the all the rest.  Those many years, which are not worth talking about now, because it is certain, it would be a never ending stroy. Tenth of June, 2018. Yesterday I was singing in Hungarian in Austria and I was dancing with Trump. Weird. Masters degree - almost done. But so much more is coming still.

Linz, 10.06.2018 /In the frame of a workshop for creative writing with Dr. Lisa Jeschke./

[tyraimogen]

If you know me, then you know am obsessed with positivity an dreaming! So this morning I come across the #Lastlecture by Randy Pausch who teaches you some great life lessons ... if you want to watch the link is https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo 🌹✖️ ----------------------------- #FashionBlogger #StyleBlogger #StyleBlog #WomanswearBlogger #Stylist #Outfitoftheday #OOTD #LifestyleBlogger #Travel #Selfie #Slay #SelfMade #Creative #doubledenim #summer17 #Positivity #lessonslearnt

[coachesblog]

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“Brick walls are there for reason: they let us prove how badly we want things.” Randy Pausch #lastlecture #thelastlecture #thelastlecturebyrandypausch #randypausch #randypaush #randypauschquotes #randypauschquote #brickwall #brickwallsandbarricades #brickwalls #dontletitstopyou #burningdesire #burningdesires #howbaddoyouwantit #gottawantit #gottawantitbadenough #theobstacleistheway #theobstacle #theobstacleisthepath #Inspirational #Inspire #Motivation #Inspiration #Determined #CoachesCorner #Coaching #Vision #HustleQuotes #coaching101 (at Master Coach community) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmpQfMyFhjk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19uzgkww6ywny

[motiversity]

After being diagnosed with terminal cancer, Randy Pausch gave his last lecture with these empowering words. #lastlecture #reallyachievingyourchildhooddreams #motiversity

[danmarro-blog]

For #supersoulsunday I am listing my top 5 favorite speaches of all time. What are yours? 1) #randypausch #lastlecture 2) #stevejobs #stamfordcommencment 3) #jimmyvalvano #espys 4) @garyvee #capitalismconference 5) #jimrohn - ANYTHING #SUCCESS #money #life #mindbodysoul #sundaymorning #entrepreneur @inc @money

[catmigliano7]

Happy Birthday in Heaven to Randy Pausch on what would have been his 57th birthday #RandyPausch #TheLastLecture #LastLecture

[saladementale]

that's my last class taught. locking up the classroom for the last time.it has been a privilege and a pleasure (most of the time) @lcca #lastlecture #lcca

[hyk924-blog]

Randy Pausch Last Lecture ランディ・ウォルシュの 【最後の講義】 先ほどNHKで 当時の映像を交えながら 放送されました http://www4.nhk.or.jp/P4537/ その中で 一番刺さったのはコレ👇 The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people. . . レンガの壁があるのには理由がある。レンガの壁は私たちがどれだけやりたいのかを証明するためにある。 なぜなら、レンガの壁はその欲望が 不十分な人を阻止するから。 （本気なら壁を破ることができるし、中途半端な気持ちの人は壁にブロックされる） . . . 生きていると いつかこういう時がある そのとき 自分がなにを選択するのか？ どう選択するのか？ その時自分は何を考えているのか？ . . . 今まさに この言葉を噛みしめつつ 子供達への教育や 自分自身の将来、 そして家族の将来や 関わる人たちの将来について 考える良いきっかけになりました #randypausch #lastlecture #ランディパーシュ #最後の講義 #brickwalls #レンガの壁 #education #edutainment

[hassanahmedraja-blog]

With my army of Filmmakers. My first batch of film students. #filmmaker #filmmakers #actors #actor #filmmaking #actorslife #teacher #lecturer #teaching #film #students #nca #multimedia #pakistaniactors #pakistaniactor #happy #shades #class #director #masters #toomuchfun #stairs #lahore #pakistani #lecture #lastlecture #proud #proudteacher #artists #designers (at NCA - National College of Arts)

[chiarasstudies-blog]

Last lecture! And now off to Italy! Can't wait to see my friends again and can't believe I made it through my first year at uni already! Well... the exam part is still missing... When do your holidays start?💕 #uni#holidays#lastlecture#studying#studygram#notes#philisohy#classics#unilife

[midnightmayhemwithme]

Sad & truly inspiring. Thank You Randy 🙏🏽♥️

[alxstrangluv]

My hero. ♥️

[flockigedatenkunst]

#Sythesis #lastlecture!

[coachesblog]

“Brick walls are there for reason: they let us prove how badly we want things.” Randy Pausch #lastlecture #thelastlecture #thelastlecturebyrandypausch #randypausch #randypaush #randypauschquotes #randypauschquote #brickwall #brickwallsandbarricades #brickwalls #dontletitstopyou #burningdesire #burningdesires #howbaddoyouwantit #gottawantit #gottawantitbadenough #theobstacleistheway #theobstacle #theobstacleisthepath #Inspirational #Inspire #Motivation #Inspiration #Determined #CoachesCorner #Coaching #Vision #HustleQuotes #coaching101 (at Master Coach community) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmpRbVOFMb_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tg9hrny2k6jh