Not a Lost Art, a Discarded Gift

The ability to genuinely connect, with empathy, to another human being seems less common today.

Diminished by years of deferment to technology, eye contact is now not necessary. We aren't in the same room, and we have established contacts that have never been in the room with us at the same time. 

Weird, isn't it? 

No, it's normal.

We learn rapport skills as a precursor to gaining personal influence, to persuasion, and to success in our dealings with others, them, the third parties. Just for now, while we still have to meet them in person.

When gathered with friends and someone asks who did that thing, when did something happen, or who won the cup in 1996, no longer does anyone touch their chin and reminisce. They don't think or remember or relate. They just turn to the nearest person with two thumbs, a smartphone and a signal.

How sad that we cannot go home still pondering the answer.

The mystery has gone; in its place we have certainty, and its midst lies emptiness, a space that may stay vacant for a very long time.

We did that.

Random Acts of Kindness

They do happen. Wouldn't it be good if we had a chance to capture them somewhere, especially if they were shared by the recipients of someone else's kindness?

We should all practise them, and I'd suggest something daily. It's ok, in fact encouraged, to do this and just know your intention was pure and your act was noble. No need to tell us what you did, and in many ways keeping quiet about your chosen act adds to its value.

If the recipient of kindness has somewhere to share the effect of the act they received, maybe, just maybe, more of us would be encouraged to engage and make a difference to another's life.

We need a place like that. In the meantime, to borrow a phrase from a well-known sports goods manufacturer, just do it.

If we all did one thing, just one thing, every day, to lighten the load of someone else, to share a smile if nothing else, what kind of world would we live in?

The Measure of a Man?

Beneath the sharp suit, the tailored shirt and standing in the bespoke shoes is a man. Outside is his car, it may be one of several, or may be a single, exclusive, expensive example.

Ownership and stewardship are factors used by others to make an assessment of personal worth in a societal sense. 

That's the way it is.

If wealth and possessions are the only metric by which we are measured, and other factors are ignored, we will never be truly accepted, understood or valued.

Vincent Van Gogh is valued, and his work is incredibly valuable. He is remembered and revered. How much did he make from his art?

The Perception of Reality

Do you ever feel like you're in a TV show, a play or maybe a movie?

Deja vu occurring as you think something or even prepare to say it, repeating just after you do. A sense of connection but a feeling that somehow it isn't genuine. An echo of your voice in the room that makes it seem as though you're listening to somebody else.

As you read this does it create the same effect or do you know that this sort of thing doesn't happen to you? If so, how do you know, for sure, and what just happened when you asked yourself that question?

We exist at levels other than the simple conscious. How to experience the best of each of these and avoid the demons, that is a quest!