Our post modern American world is so predictable. Whatever one did last year is history, water under the corporate bridge. This is a new month, a new quarter, and a new year. Whatever you did last year must be done again this year plus 10-15% more. And in way too many cases good salesmen and women have existing territories taken away within which to do the more. That’s just the way it is! DO more this year with less, and if you do, we’ll ask even more out of you next year!
The bottom line is that we’ve lost sight of who we are- the BEING of live has been overshadowed by the DOING of life. We’ve become imprisoned automatons that go through the day with no thought of what we’re seeing and therefore we experience less and less of real life. We’re one with the universe and we have not a clue as to what that means.
In the eyes of every person we meet there is a story and a mystery to be embraced.
But who has the time? Many jobs and industries are like UPS wherein you have a certain amount of seconds to be at each stop. It’s all monitored and computerized so there’s no cheating. There’s no time for chit-chat, or asking how a person is doing, or BEING a human being at any stops along the day. You’re a robot. Stop the truck, pick up the package, run to the front desk, drop off the package, get a signature, run back to the truck, and speed out of the driveway.
This happens several times a week where I spend my days.
As I was writing this article this morning, for some reason I got up and looked out the window and there was a posssum eating some nuts on the ground. He’s been around awhile. The white hairs around his mouth stood out prominently. I’d seen his tracks in the mud many times, but little did I know that he’d set up home in the storm drain. Now I know where I can feed him from time to time.
The world is changing rapidly. Major events are changing our earth. But, who takes time to observe those things?
No, I don’t get paid for that. It’s not in my job descriiption. And neither was the conversation with several other men at 5:45 this morning as we talked about life: not what JOB had to be performed today. If we would get back to the realization that DOING comes out of BEING, we’d get more done: more of the essential things in life and less of the mundane and unimportant.
We’re missing the mark (sin?) and until our misery factor exceeds our fear factor, we’ll remain as imprisoned automatons!
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