Charles Schultz Philosophy‏

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the passage straight through, and you'll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. ?

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.?

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.?

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress. ?

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do? The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier? The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care .

Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia (Charles Schultz)

"The Holiday"

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

El exito:

No se trata de si eres emprendedor, hablas varios idiomas, si eres atractivo, joven o viejo.
El éxito se debe a cuánta gente te sonríe, a cuánta gente amas y cuántos admiran tu sinceridad y la sencillez de tu espíritu.
Se trata de si te recuerdan cuando te vas.
Se refiere a cuánta gente ayudas, a cuánta evitas dañar y si guardas o no rencor en tu corazón.
Se trata de que en tus triunfos estén incluidos tus sueños. De si tus logros no hieren a tus semejantes.

Es acerca de tu inclusión con otros, no de tu control sobre los demás.
Es sobre si usaste tu cabeza tanto como tu corazón, si fuiste egoísta o generoso, si amaste a la naturaleza y a los niños y te preocupaste de los ancianos.
Es acerca de tu bondad, tu deseo de servir, tu capacidad de escuchar y tu valor sobre la conducta. No es acerca de cuántos te siguen si no de cuántos realmente te aman.
No es acerca de transmitir, si no cuántos te creen si eres feliz o finges estarlo.
Se trata del equilibrio de la justicia que conduce al bien tener y al bienestar.
Se trata de tu conciencia tranquila, tu dignidad invicta y tu deseo de ser mas, no de tener más." ¡Esto es Éxito!

-hello! stranger,

Feels like we've barely spoken. And yet, there's still so much unspoken, isn't there?

It's not as if time and distance don't make it next to impossible to reach each other, plus, you're busy, I'm busy and these things tend to fall by the wayside.

Is that how it's always going to be? You and I on separate corners of the universe, barely acknowledged thoughts hidden in the back of each other's minds?

Is that the way you wanted it to be? Maybe Im just making too much of this..

Maybe we've always made too much of this.

But you always had a way of making me see things clearly, and with you in a world away from here, I think Im loosing that vision...

You're just the image I conjure up when I feel like that's all I can hold onto.

Yesterday I met someone in the club.

He had dark, sparkling eyes and he made me smile. And then I thought about the world's fascinating faces out there .. and somehow,

I came back around to thinking about you...

why?!