Aut viam inveniam aut faciam
I will either find a way or make one
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The person next door: A proud parent, lovingly unremitting spouse, hopeful entrepreneur, incidental farmer, appreciated mentor, recovering workaholic ... abused employee, corporate scapegoat, disgruntled customer, abandoned constituent, overburdened tax payer, prejudice casualty ... unintended jerk, revengeful victim, enraged philantro-cynic…
And why?
A serious contender in the global rat race for many years, I was sent to exile when I committed the atrocity of proposing improvement measures that considered employee input as necessary. Apparently, this raised questions about my “rat-iness” . Bred and groomed to be a corporate rat, I had only considered this measure because of its cost savings forecast. However, I failed to recognize that by considering the ingenuity of low level employees as valid as the one of the top officers of the company, I had committed treason, jeopardized the status quo and violated the good ‘ol boy system algebraic mantra:
If U ≠ ME → U < ME
Where U stands for you and ME stands for me (this figurative diplomacy is also a vestige of my years in the rat race).
Out of a six figure job and with no other tools than extensive educational training and the ability to be an absolute jerk , I reached out to my other network: church.
Not even the extensive sessions of public self-deprecation were able to “save” me from the exile. The philosophy of commitment to continuous improvement had changed me and I was seeing the church’s teachings from a different perspective. I found Matthew 7:3 at odds with our congregation’s stand regarding other religious faiths and personal choices and with the First Amendment. I could not manage the cognitive dissonance so I asked for guidance.
This proved to be a HUGE mistake. Seemingly, asking questions about dogmas is tantamount of questioning principles. I should have remembered the family schism that followed sharing my admiration for John Adams’ position regarding Unitarian Universalism.
So there I was: an outcast. My immediate family was the only one there to support me, to cheer me up. In the search that followed I found in this truth: I am the only one with a true vested interest in the outcome of my life. The path towards self realization is individual, not institutional. Although this search is individual, it is not a lonely one. We all have felt at one time or another that we don’t belong; yet, how many times have we really felt like we fit in? Problem solving logic tells me that if the vast majority of us feel that we don’t belong, then the problem is that whatever we are trying to fit in is way too small. Why should we then try to fit a mold that has proven ineffectual?
This is my effort to help change the dynamic of human relations from actors under someone’s lead, to directors in the scene of life.
And why?
A serious contender in the global rat race for many years, I was sent to exile when I committed the atrocity of proposing improvement measures that considered employee input as necessary. Apparently, this raised questions about my “rat-iness” . Bred and groomed to be a corporate rat, I had only considered this measure because of its cost savings forecast. However, I failed to recognize that by considering the ingenuity of low level employees as valid as the one of the top officers of the company, I had committed treason, jeopardized the status quo and violated the good ‘ol boy system algebraic mantra:
If U ≠ ME → U < ME
Where U stands for you and ME stands for me (this figurative diplomacy is also a vestige of my years in the rat race).
Out of a six figure job and with no other tools than extensive educational training and the ability to be an absolute jerk , I reached out to my other network: church.
Not even the extensive sessions of public self-deprecation were able to “save” me from the exile. The philosophy of commitment to continuous improvement had changed me and I was seeing the church’s teachings from a different perspective. I found Matthew 7:3 at odds with our congregation’s stand regarding other religious faiths and personal choices and with the First Amendment. I could not manage the cognitive dissonance so I asked for guidance.
This proved to be a HUGE mistake. Seemingly, asking questions about dogmas is tantamount of questioning principles. I should have remembered the family schism that followed sharing my admiration for John Adams’ position regarding Unitarian Universalism.
So there I was: an outcast. My immediate family was the only one there to support me, to cheer me up. In the search that followed I found in this truth: I am the only one with a true vested interest in the outcome of my life. The path towards self realization is individual, not institutional. Although this search is individual, it is not a lonely one. We all have felt at one time or another that we don’t belong; yet, how many times have we really felt like we fit in? Problem solving logic tells me that if the vast majority of us feel that we don’t belong, then the problem is that whatever we are trying to fit in is way too small. Why should we then try to fit a mold that has proven ineffectual?
This is my effort to help change the dynamic of human relations from actors under someone’s lead, to directors in the scene of life.
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