The Human Condition
I don’t know if I should even write about this or not. It’s just going to wind down into a mess, but here I go. I connected with some thoughts last night that kept me up all night. I rested, but I did not sleep a wink.
Humans crave to be trained by a mentor and we are emotional and social beings. The difference between us and the rest of this planet we live on is that we have some limited control over our emotions; we can delay gratification if the prize is large enough to peak our curiosity. Delayed gratification is the key. We understand the concept at an early age. That enables mankind to build on their past mistakes and literally reach for the stars. We see what works and we go after it with a passion. We do seem to have a problem with thinking past our lifetime because the concept of death is so final to us and we cannot conceive of a world without us in it. Our passion for learning from a mentor is so great that we will keep doing something wrong just because we were taught that way until someone or some thing changes our direction. It can be a thought or an action by someone else that changes our direction if that learned behavior is not too deep. If the rut becomes too deep then we fall into a comfort zone and we are doomed to repeat our behavior and it takes some thing cataclysmic to jolt us out of our rut.
As no one relates to others as well as themselves, a small story is in order. My own!
I grew up being my own mentor, which means that I had no pattern to mold myself after. I grew up on my own without friends or peers. That means that I am an emotionally stunted individual that lacks social graces. It also means that I am not good around people and I have a weird sense of humor. Because I did not connect with anyone else that overly impressed me I became my own teacher. I can stand myself and even prefer to be left alone, but if I am with other people too much, I tend to get on their nerves, let alone them getting on mine. I lived by myself exclusively for a long time, hidden in a cocoon of my own devising. I broke out somewhat eventually and got married, but I am still a loner. I married someone who can stand me in small bursts, but not all at once. There are parts of me that she can never touch or come close to. I am a very intense person that laughs a lot at the human condition. That’s right; I get a charge out of people being people. I always have. I learn a lot from them. They show this observer how to live.
We then have the audacity to teach people how to kill one another and the earlier we start the better they are at it. We then play on their emotions and watch them go haywire. All for a little company we would do almost anything. Take the emotional state of a crowd and add just one off the wall idea and they’re off killing someone for the fun of doing it. It may even be a friend they kill. They strangely feel almost no remorse because they can blame the crowd for what they did.
Just as we work together to kill something or someone, we can also work together to do something really great. We major in group energy, good or bad , it doesn’t matter. We make our best strides alone, developing ideas by focusing on them. It’s called going with the flow. When you are in the flow, go with it for as long as you can because it doesn’t come along that often. Get lost in the act of being. Brainstorming only happens after you have some ideas to brainstorm with. A group of humans that is in tune feeds off of itself.
Finding someone to love and being loved in return is a blessing. It calms the mind and let’s you focus on the more important stuff of life. Life is a ride, not a destination. Trying to keep it altogether is the prize. I will admit I have an odd thought every once in awhile, but I live through it without doing the impulsive thing, the emotional thing that would inevitably get me into trouble, even if only to be physically hurt by doing some crazy thing too near the edge of life. The observer never takes chances; he just lives on in his own little world in the mainstream of conventions.
What makes us human is the experience of being human with passion.
If you’re in love, why not make it passionate love.
If you’re going to take chances, why not bungee jump or skydive while you’re at it.
If you’re going to sing, why not do it with style.
If you’re going to dance, do it with grace.
If you’re going to invent, it helps to believe that you can.
If you’re going to be an engineer, it helps if you are a problem solver.
If you’re going to be a salesperson, it helps if you like people.
It is not enough to know yourself; you have to do something about it.
Whatever you do, make your mark by doing it your way.
Humans crave to be trained by a mentor and we are emotional and social beings. The difference between us and the rest of this planet we live on is that we have some limited control over our emotions; we can delay gratification if the prize is large enough to peak our curiosity. Delayed gratification is the key. We understand the concept at an early age. That enables mankind to build on their past mistakes and literally reach for the stars. We see what works and we go after it with a passion. We do seem to have a problem with thinking past our lifetime because the concept of death is so final to us and we cannot conceive of a world without us in it. Our passion for learning from a mentor is so great that we will keep doing something wrong just because we were taught that way until someone or some thing changes our direction. It can be a thought or an action by someone else that changes our direction if that learned behavior is not too deep. If the rut becomes too deep then we fall into a comfort zone and we are doomed to repeat our behavior and it takes some thing cataclysmic to jolt us out of our rut.
As no one relates to others as well as themselves, a small story is in order. My own!
I grew up being my own mentor, which means that I had no pattern to mold myself after. I grew up on my own without friends or peers. That means that I am an emotionally stunted individual that lacks social graces. It also means that I am not good around people and I have a weird sense of humor. Because I did not connect with anyone else that overly impressed me I became my own teacher. I can stand myself and even prefer to be left alone, but if I am with other people too much, I tend to get on their nerves, let alone them getting on mine. I lived by myself exclusively for a long time, hidden in a cocoon of my own devising. I broke out somewhat eventually and got married, but I am still a loner. I married someone who can stand me in small bursts, but not all at once. There are parts of me that she can never touch or come close to. I am a very intense person that laughs a lot at the human condition. That’s right; I get a charge out of people being people. I always have. I learn a lot from them. They show this observer how to live.
We then have the audacity to teach people how to kill one another and the earlier we start the better they are at it. We then play on their emotions and watch them go haywire. All for a little company we would do almost anything. Take the emotional state of a crowd and add just one off the wall idea and they’re off killing someone for the fun of doing it. It may even be a friend they kill. They strangely feel almost no remorse because they can blame the crowd for what they did.
Just as we work together to kill something or someone, we can also work together to do something really great. We major in group energy, good or bad , it doesn’t matter. We make our best strides alone, developing ideas by focusing on them. It’s called going with the flow. When you are in the flow, go with it for as long as you can because it doesn’t come along that often. Get lost in the act of being. Brainstorming only happens after you have some ideas to brainstorm with. A group of humans that is in tune feeds off of itself.
Finding someone to love and being loved in return is a blessing. It calms the mind and let’s you focus on the more important stuff of life. Life is a ride, not a destination. Trying to keep it altogether is the prize. I will admit I have an odd thought every once in awhile, but I live through it without doing the impulsive thing, the emotional thing that would inevitably get me into trouble, even if only to be physically hurt by doing some crazy thing too near the edge of life. The observer never takes chances; he just lives on in his own little world in the mainstream of conventions.
What makes us human is the experience of being human with passion.
If you’re in love, why not make it passionate love.
If you’re going to take chances, why not bungee jump or skydive while you’re at it.
If you’re going to sing, why not do it with style.
If you’re going to dance, do it with grace.
If you’re going to invent, it helps to believe that you can.
If you’re going to be an engineer, it helps if you are a problem solver.
If you’re going to be a salesperson, it helps if you like people.
It is not enough to know yourself; you have to do something about it.
Whatever you do, make your mark by doing it your way.

