It’s a bit hard to realize how much I wrote in the past year and a half. It now seems difficult to start writing. Not much to say.
Recently, I have to say the things I take out of each day are the sense of humility I am taught. In sharing the revelation a friend said to me, “Isn’t that a good thing?” I guess. I think of it a lesson of life.
The lessons come in words from others who do not know me. I am the stranger for the day. People do not ask many questions but treat me as a hired hand. I smile and push down my thoughts. I learn people care very little about life outside their world. No matter the intelligence, no matter the circumstances they leap to stereotypes and judge others by the appearance in their world.
A stranger can not give you anything, the person must earn his place by knowing me…the lesson others tell me.
We live in a world absorbed in its own cultures. No matter how big the culture, no matter who is in the culture, we seek nothing from outsiders. There is nothing different from us than the Romans of ancient times. No different. In this world of Google we seek out only what is comfortable.
I imagine how a salesman feels.
This humility I am learning seems like a penance. I bow before God each day to learn I am merely mortal. I watch how the legends blocks from each other are unaware of each other. What I mean is, at one TV station there are those who are as well known as a brother or sister and yet two blocks down the street at another station, those people are unknown. Total strangers. Their work means nothing in the stranger’s eyes.
People do not listen or learn about things outside their realm. I sit with people who have attended the same events but do not retain the knowledge of others. They are too busy wrapped up in their life.
For all of this, I think I am learning. Learning without a church or priest the consequences of life. We build our sand castles and they fall. The strangers who pass by our beaches do not know of the things we built nor do they care. They wish only to build their own, swim in the sea and enjoy the sun. They do not care who was there before or who else is on the beach.
I don’t ask for much, except a welcoming hand from a stranger to ask my name. My name is somewhat important. My life less, but my name may be needed in the next hour you may have to deal with me.
I once cared to make a mark in this world, yet I’m learning the marks don’t stick. Each sphere in which we participate has its own temporary life of memory.
So, what I would tell any student today. Walk as if you walk alone. Care less about how people treat you and put more into your own work. Be happy for what you do and not who you are with. If you are not happy with yourself then you may find yourself lost in a world eager to make you unhappy with yourself.
However, kissing ass helps.
Recently, I have to say the things I take out of each day are the sense of humility I am taught. In sharing the revelation a friend said to me, “Isn’t that a good thing?” I guess. I think of it a lesson of life.
The lessons come in words from others who do not know me. I am the stranger for the day. People do not ask many questions but treat me as a hired hand. I smile and push down my thoughts. I learn people care very little about life outside their world. No matter the intelligence, no matter the circumstances they leap to stereotypes and judge others by the appearance in their world.
A stranger can not give you anything, the person must earn his place by knowing me…the lesson others tell me.
We live in a world absorbed in its own cultures. No matter how big the culture, no matter who is in the culture, we seek nothing from outsiders. There is nothing different from us than the Romans of ancient times. No different. In this world of Google we seek out only what is comfortable.
I imagine how a salesman feels.
This humility I am learning seems like a penance. I bow before God each day to learn I am merely mortal. I watch how the legends blocks from each other are unaware of each other. What I mean is, at one TV station there are those who are as well known as a brother or sister and yet two blocks down the street at another station, those people are unknown. Total strangers. Their work means nothing in the stranger’s eyes.
People do not listen or learn about things outside their realm. I sit with people who have attended the same events but do not retain the knowledge of others. They are too busy wrapped up in their life.
For all of this, I think I am learning. Learning without a church or priest the consequences of life. We build our sand castles and they fall. The strangers who pass by our beaches do not know of the things we built nor do they care. They wish only to build their own, swim in the sea and enjoy the sun. They do not care who was there before or who else is on the beach.
I don’t ask for much, except a welcoming hand from a stranger to ask my name. My name is somewhat important. My life less, but my name may be needed in the next hour you may have to deal with me.
I once cared to make a mark in this world, yet I’m learning the marks don’t stick. Each sphere in which we participate has its own temporary life of memory.
So, what I would tell any student today. Walk as if you walk alone. Care less about how people treat you and put more into your own work. Be happy for what you do and not who you are with. If you are not happy with yourself then you may find yourself lost in a world eager to make you unhappy with yourself.
However, kissing ass helps.
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