Everyone is miserable at work. We're all frowning, and snapping, and
cursing. That gives me some relief. So it's not just me, I'm not crazy. And
finally, I can stop faking engagement (not that anyone seemed to care about it anyway).
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Compassion is so rare
In the time when needing is shameful and anything but perfect is a turnoff,
compassion as an essential interpersonal skill has become dramatically
neglected. Socially desirable interactions revolve exclusively around the
positive, no matter what people want, think or feel. How are you is a
formality and any other answer than fine makes the interlocutor uncomfortable.
And we cannot afford putting others in a weird spot in this pleasure dominated
age, so we hide or split into two Selves, the popular one and the other.
We meet, we talk, but we say nothing.
We spend tremendous amounts of time in the same schools, neighborhoods and workplaces, yet we know nothing about each other.
In a place with seven billion of us, it’s never been so hard to really talk to someone.
We meet, we talk, but we say nothing.
We spend tremendous amounts of time in the same schools, neighborhoods and workplaces, yet we know nothing about each other.
In a place with seven billion of us, it’s never been so hard to really talk to someone.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
What can I say. People bring out stuff in us.
I had the most intense moment just now. My knees are still shaky. I was in
the supermarket and for a second I thought I saw John. You don’t know John, but
I know him and I’m sure he remembers me. John and I go waaay back. We have history.
As my heart began to race, I took a second, courageous but what I hope to have
been a discreet peek at the suspiciously looking man in the dairy section. I
was relieved to see I was mistaken. John had presumably other business to
attend this late Tuesday evening than choosing yoghurt.
And now I am compelled to tell you about John and I.
And now I am compelled to tell you about John and I.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
We are what we want
Here’s a question for you: what do you want?
Not for breakfast, not for your birthday, but from life.
What is your purpose? Do you have one? What do you want to be remembered for? Do you even care if you will be remembered at all?
Not for breakfast, not for your birthday, but from life.
What is your purpose? Do you have one? What do you want to be remembered for? Do you even care if you will be remembered at all?
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
There's a lot of rust beneath the surface
It's refreshing to find meaningful, inspiring content amid an internet filled with Lady Gaga's latest cry for attention. Joshua Becker invites us to start looking at people wearing an entirely different pair of glasses, maybe less pink but definitely cleaner. While I still don't get the whole 'love your enemy' idea (what is up with that?!? what am I missing?), I find the other 19 points quite well put and worth sharing. Enjoy!
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