September 11, 2012
Seems like an ominous day to start something new.
Seems like a great day to start something new.
When 9/11 took place the world watched shaken, the stories and the hate, the love and the final moments have reverberated for over a decade and the only thing that clear and strong that each persons sags resounded with were the simple words of I Love You. Live your life, it’s a beautiful thing to have, make it count, make it large.
Its 10.00am, am sitting in a silent room, in a rather silent office where people are yet to make an appearance. It’s a new place. Another new start.
Its rather ironical, but sitting in a office space makes me feel immediately more productive, happier and willing to do more. Including write. Gives me a sense of purpose, though as I type, I don’t know how to get water, where the loo is, what is the internet password and how the coffee comes to the desk.
Yet having been in and out of several offices over the past years, there is a certain sense of ease that comes with being around one. The jabber with the colleagues, the running in on time and the banter that comes with lunch, all go towards making it a more fun day. A conversation – that makes you scratch the surface of who the other person is.
You are aware that you know them but, there is a whole level of them that you do not know, a certain line that is never crossed, a wall that comes up. If I was to die surrounded by my colleagues over the past years, I am sure it would feel to me that I had been deprived in some manner of a death that I deserved. What a morbid thought na.
Its ironical that one knows spends a maximum amount of ones day in this group, yet for the most part, in most organizations the interactions are aimed at being limited, professional and non personal. A birthday holiday is equal to leave taken for personal reasons. Cute in a sense how much we try to plain jane ourselves.
Reading the article, (http://www.businessinsider.com/how-rich-people-think-differently-from-the-poor-2012-8?op=1) was an opener to assess how much we stress on the little thinks and the approach itself towards thinking/thoughts the foundation determines the extent of what we become.
Rich people think differently. Loved people think differently. Successful people think differently. Developed country citizens think differently. Poor people think differently. How much of us thinks in a manner that the I chooses, it an interesting question to ask oneself.
For a return to writing this one is a hell of a jumbled up article, but it’s a good reflection of life in the here and now. A little bit of this and a little bit of that.