今天是2018年最后一天。在做2019年年度计划之前，应该对今年的计划做个Review。做完结果如下图。年度计划年年做，但是不要忘记下面几点：
The last day in 2018. Before writing down your 2019 goals, I did a review on my 2018 ones. This is the progress at the last day of 2018 @year_progress, using @WolframResearch #Mathematica.
2018年计划读书60本，实际完成70本。阅读清单如下（#Audible 表示是使用Audible听的有声书 ；#Kindle 表示 Kindle上读的书）：
开始读（听）Robin Sharma: The Leader Who Had No Title。
里面有段故事，关于两个空墓穴里发现的两块刻字版，分别关于“十大遗憾”和“十大胜利”。关于人生阶段到最后时刻，对于存在的反思。参照来看也可以反推人生规划。摘录如下：
10 Human Regrets
- You reach your last day with the brilliant song that your life was meant to sing still silent within you.
- You reach your last day without ever having experienced the natural power that inhabits you to do great work and achieve great things.
- You reach your last day realising that you never inspired anyone else by the example you set.
- You reach your last day full of pain at the realisation that you never took any bold risks and so you never received any bright rewards.
- You reach your last day understanding that you missed the opportunity to catch a glimpse of mastery because you bought into the lie that you had to be resigned to mediocrity.
- You reach your last day and feel heartbroken that you never learned the skill of transforming adversity into victory and lead into gold.
- You reach your last day regretting that you forgot that work is about being radically helpful to others rather than being helpful only to yourself.
- You reach your last day with the awareness that you ended up living the life that society trained you to want versus leading the life you truly wanted to have.
- You reach your last day and awaken to the fact that you never realised your absolute best nor touched the special genius that you were built to become.
- You reach your last day and discover you could have been a leaders and left this world so much better than you found it. But you refused to accept this mission because you were just too scared. And wasted a life.
10 Human Victories
- You reach your end full of happiness and fulfillment on realising that you are all used up – having spent the fullness of your talents, the biggest of your resources, and best of your potential doing great work and leading a rare-air life.
- You reach your end knowing that you played at a standard of concentrated excellence and held yourself to the most impeccable standards in each thing you did.
- You reach your end in noisy celebration for having the boldness of spirit to have regularly confronted your largest fears and realised your highest visions.
- You reach your end and recognise that you became a person who build people up versus one who tore people down.
- You reach your end with the understanding that while your journey may have not always been a smooth one, whenever you got knocked down you instantly got back up – and at all times, never suffered from any loss optimism.
- You reach your end and bask in the staggering glory of your phenomenal achievements along with the rich value you have contributed to the lives of the people you were lucky to serve.
- You reach your end and adore the strong, ethical, inspirational and empathetic person you grew into.
- You reach your end and realise that you were a genuine innovator who blazed new trails instead of following old roads.
- You reach your end surrounded with teammates who call you a rock star, customers who say you’re a hero, and loved ones who call you a legend.
- You reach your end as a true Leader Without a Title, knowing that the great deeds you did will endure long after your death and that your life stands as a model of possibility.
一首有趣的诗，关于土壤。
Soil (Irène P. Mathieu, Twitter @gumbo_amando)
the way you say soil sounds
like soul, as inafter we walked through the woods
my feet were covered in soulwhen it rains
the soul turns to mudthe soul is made of decomposed
plants and animal matter;edaphology is the study of the soul's
influence on living thingswhile pedology is the study of how
soul is formed, its particular granularity.you are rooted in a certain red patch
of soul that bled you and yourhundred cousins to life, a slow
warm river you call home.maybe there is soul under everything,
even when we strike rock first.the way you say soil you make
a poem out of every speck of dirt.
