7 Ways to Live Life to the Max
7 Ways to Live Life to the MAX
Ancient Greeks understood this. The Oracle at Delphi inscribed the words,
“Know thyself”. Edison said, “If you know a lot about everything and very little
about yourself, do you know anything?”
As a part of our education we go to school and learn about the lives of those
considered to be famous: the philosophers, explorers, pioneers, scientists,
inventors. These people have shaped our nation and the world we live in. No one
would doubt the value of this knowledge.
There is so much we can learn from the lives of Gandhi, Einstein, Napoleon,
Emerson and many others, yet we devote very little time to coming to an
understanding of who we are and what it is that has shaped our thoughts, fears
We know little about our ancestors and how their lives have influenced us. Some
of us know less about our parents even though we have known them for years.
They are just like sticks of furniture, always there. It is not until they are gone
that we ask ourselves, “How much did I really know about my father or mother?
I wish they were here now so I could get to know them better. There are lots of
questions that I would like to ask them.” In getting to know them better you get
to know yourself better.
Knowing Our Progenitors
This idea of knowing who our parents are is very important for our development.
Have you ever read a book where the beginning and the ending of the book are
missing? No matter what is in the middle you cannot quite get the plot. Or what
about arriving at the movies late, you are always trying to work out what
happened first. If you remove the beginning and the end, the middle will not
My father was an alcoholic. I say, ‘was’ because he is no longer with us. I had
discussed his early life with him in an effort to understand him. His father fought
at Gallipoli in the First World War and was gassed. He was very sick when he
returned to Australia and died when my father was only four years old. His
mother placed him and his brother into the Salvation Army Boys’ Home in
Adelaide and then the Presbyterian Homes in Sydney. He was only five years
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