Nowadays the accepted wisdom is that one should change jobs every five years, but many also acknowledge that a job should be changed not when a set time has passed, but when one simply can no longer stay where one is - guided by inner feeling. What is the optimal length of time a person can work in one job without reaching "burnout" or professional distortion? That is, how long can one do the same work day in, day out, without losing one's inner "spark"?
I am not saying everyone, but many people, upon receiving an electronic letter, do not reply. I am talking here about letters specifically addressed to someone, with a greeting, a question, or an invitation. Sometimes it becomes so irritating. You sit and wonder whether the letter even reached the recipient.
Walking around a cemetery on a sunny day seems even interesting - reading inscriptions, years, dedications and studying photographs, the forms of monuments and crosses, it feels like walking through an open history book and database of persons. Here are reflections on the institution of the cemetery - why it arose and why people and society need it. What motivation would I have to be buried in a public cemetery after death?
A person in society - part of a structure, which fits into even smaller structural formations - family, work collective, circle of friends, drinking companions, and the like. Moreover, every system has patterns that each individual follows without question in order to be "one of us". Any non-compliance with the system is a protest against something within that system.
For clarity's sake, it should be said that this article and these reflections arose from reading one of the many Osho books - "Joy: The Happiness That Comes from Within". If you are chasing happiness, one thing is clear: you will never attain it. Happiness is always a side effect. It is not the result of striving. It happens when you are not even thinking about it.
The story will be about characters with real hallmarks of the age, different personalities and views on life, views on things, phenomena, and information. These characters, as well as this entire story, are not quite a random invention, but rather an association that arose at a seminar. The seminar addressed a topic affecting everyone - WEB 2.0.
Every morning, on my way to work, I carry an imagined armful of white roses. I open the door, say loudly - Good morning! - and in my mind I present one flower to each person. The day can begin. Outrageous, Jānis is late again! And I have no roses left... I cast him one stern glance. I know he feels it. Oh well, the main thing is not to get angry - tomorrow I must be more careful and bring one more rose.
I used to perceive this question as a certain lack of tact and also slightly as an insult, because since childhood I had been raised to believe that a gift is not only a material, tangible thing, but also an expression of love and appreciation and... also a certain secret, a surprise.
So looking at it impersonally, without empathy, and guided purely by numbers, the question arises - where is the return on the investment portfolio (the child)?
An angel is a friend, a husband, a wife, a colleague, a teacher (not just as a profession), any person with whom one resonates, between whom and you there is no indifference.
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