A reasonably educated person trying to make sense of it all, and a little tormented as a result. Thinking aloud, mostly. These opinions rarely reflect the ideas of any of my employers.
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd
I have done many things that I'm not proud of. I feel I have done fewer and fewer of those as I get older. And I hope that one day I may do enough good things to outweigh the harm that I've done.
In the early years perhaps we have the excuse of being easily led or forced to survive. But at some point a person needs to ask themselves the question "do I want to be a good person or not?"
An old lecturer who became a boss and a friend died the other week. Sure, we had our ups and downs but at the time of my reckoning I hope the verdict will be the same as mine of him. A good man. This is a work in progress.
As I consider the ball tampering cricket disgrace I am reminded of the brilliant scene late in Pulp Fiction, where Ringo and Yolanda have held up a breakfast Diner. They found they picked the wrong target. In some ways I am driven by the same urge for redemption as Jules Winfield - but I'm way, way less cool.
Sure, I am always doing things that other people don't like (and that's often more about them than me) but in the big picture - "I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd"
Because there was this..
And then this..
Friday, March 23, 2018
If you're not happy with where you are being slotted then reinvent yourself
Quite often the limitations that we have are ones that we have allowed other people to foist upon us.
If we aren't happy being slotted as a production line worker, a barista, a librarian, or "an easy option if all else fails" then we should move ourselves to a space where those descriptions don't apply.
Sure, that means leaving the comfort of the familiar and it involves risk, but "if it's to be then it's up to me". And when the people who have risen to the top of their little ladder realise that you are simply not playing in their domain then you receive the quiet satisfaction of simply having moved on.
If "the best revenge is living well" then watching the past recede in the rear vision mirror must be one of life's simple pleasures.