One day, a few years ago, I boarded a jetliner in Houston, bound for New York. When I had stowed my carry-on bag and buckled myself in, I looked over to see who I had for a seatmate. I saw a small, elderly lady, sitting straight and prim in her seat, clutching her handbag and …
I am love, and energy, and creativity. I am pure, blinding, compulsive joy that knows no bounds and spreads far and wide.
When thinking about what you want to do, and what you are capable of doing, does your inner voice whine with all the reasons why you can’t?
The job of the future will have very little to do with processing words or numbers (the Internet can do that now). Nor will we need many people to act as placeholders, errand runners or receptionists. Instead, there’s going to be a huge focus on finding the essential people and outsourcing the rest.
The first thing to be understood is what ego is. A child is born. A child is born without any knowledge, any consciousness of his own self. And when a child is born the first thing he becomes aware of is not himself; the first thing he becomes aware of is the other.
The next generation is not angry, way underneath it all. They are frustrated.
Fred wonders why the world is the way it is and decides what he’s going to do about it.
The good old days are gone for sure.
Are the fine arts in jeopardy?
The journey of defining one’s self.
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