Of the many arbitrary binary oppositions that one can categorise the world’s people with, my favourite involves washing dishes. It goes like this: there are two types of people in the world: those that view washing the dishes after mealtimes as an activity that is taking them away from their goal in life, and those that view it as another step towards their goal in life. (A little note. Everybody has goals. It is just that too many people never explicitly verbalise them for themselves.)
For the most part of my life I have fallen into the former group, but am now applying to join the latter group. I want to be in that state of single-mindedness and work towards my goal every moment I spend awake. The goal is huge and... well... damn near impossible (...but would it be worth me if it was easy?). This goal of course you know grows as you grow. Flows as you flow.
It feeds my soul when I think of it and it is about time I reciprocate by feeding it the work it deserves. For it hungers as I hunger. Because It is as I am. It is I. To feed it it is to feed me.
Everything I do when in this mind state will be towards achieving this goal. And when I fall out of the mind state as life distracts me, I shall simply think to myself “Labours of Love”. This will have the purpose of reminding me that whatever it is that is occupying me at that moment is there for an explicit reason (if not then it should be investigated and possibly discarded) and should be pursued with the same love, diligence and care with which I pursue my goal.
So now, when I wash the dishes, you know I’m going to optimise on resources (my physical and mental energy, time and materials) while identifying process bottlenecks to increase throughput. Simply put: I wash the hell out of the dishes with a quickness; I wash the dishes each time as if my fates and fortunes are riding on how well I wash these dishes. And you should see me brush my teeth. I brush my teeth wicked, son.
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