…. but when I look inside, then the mix of dark and light is harder to see.
If it was daylight all the time (or constant dark), when would we sleep?
Would we all sleep from 11-6, or all have completely dis-harmonious patterns?
Between bouts of sleep and wake, I wonder about how we advance ideas, projects and – most important – dealings with others. Which strategy/methodology is it that best starts great beginnings in early stages or knowing someone?
What is the gestation period of new-friendship; is it like life? What is the catalyst that makes too ships passing in night elect to communicate, what is it that causes joy to percolate, that determinates mates wih whom we consummate closeness vs. those with whom we terminate?
Aim, ready, fire – unless you’re a sharpshooter, does not make you or me better marksmen (gotta love that pun), because what is the point of a bull’s-eye on the wrong target?
Ouch!
There is more joy in doing right than in thinking right, right?
Ready. Fire. Aim.
There is more importance in feeling right or righteous than in being right, yet being right seems to be an important focus in all human interaction.
I stand before you, guilty. I like to be right. I don’t like to be wrong, but mostly, I get a charge out of being right. Right-ish doesn’t count.
This becomes increasingly difficult to manage when one mingles with really smart people, because most of the time they are right, more right and sometimes absolutely right. So, if I am different, does that make me wrong? Or just different?
Ready – Fire – Aim; love that phrase. I always attribute it to Tom Peters (he used it in some of his books) but I have no idea whether he co-opted it from someone else. Do I still owe him attribution, or can I call these words mine now?
I find it interesting to read weekend bits on copyright and patents – corporate frenzy; rather than inventing things themselves, buying rights to others in corporate chess-game, doing unto others before they do unto you . . .
Of course, intellectual property rights are important, but should we be able to patent or copyright an idea, or a thought? Or a feeling?
Ready, fire, aim. Does that mean the same to me as it did to Tom. If I use his words, do I owe him duty to use them in the same context? Yes, I owe him – and pay him, my respect. His context, background and intent vastly different from mine, I think, in terms of how he intended those words to be taken.
Is my way OK? For me it is not about experimentation with business ideas alone; it governs my dealings with people on a personal as well as a professional level. We can’t possibly know someone when we extend our hand to shake theirs, to greet them or to offer them a pull-up from some place or space they are trying to get out of.
The dark past, and now it is light – bright, sunny; Sunday morn alone is both the best of times and the worst of time (apologies to Dickens), in that it sheds bright sunlight on what is right, and on what is missing; my life is full, happy, shifting from low-gear to mid-gear, dynamic, varied and the world is my oyster (and I don’t even like oysters), but you get my meaning.
What is wrong is not the alone part, but the feeling alone part.
Not that I don’t have great interactions with lovely people all week long, meet and greet lovely women and potential partners often enough to keep my social skills up and my interest keen. Sunday morning drives it home, again – I’ve missed connecting with my idealized mate, combo, situation, pairing, match, date etc.
Maybe I’ve been aiming at the wrong targets.
Hmmm?
Mark Kolke
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STEP INSIDE OUTSIDE
Perhaps too complicated for weekend thinking – I like your debate, I like the road of thought you take me down. You are, I think, second-guessing some things, EC, Chicago, IL
GLAD TIDINGS FRIDAY
Having read readers feedback on Glad Tidings Friday, I was compelled to go back and read it (read almost every day but had a crazy busy Friday). Like the others, every once in a while your words reach out and grab me or stab me in the heart. I find these days, pondering the purpose of my life, often propels me into a state of looking back to the long road travelled and looking forward to one that is shorter in distance (it is my birthday tomorrow). It brought a little tear to my eye but I know that the angst is what forces me to identify purpose and future goals but truly today must be lived to its fullest. Thanks Mark, CG, Oakville, ON
