Motivation

Yesterday, I was invited for a job interview as a supervisor. The office was nice, kinda trendy in a Silicon Valley, SOHO vibe. While the office was interesting, the questions posed by the recruitment specialist were standard until she asked me HOW DO I MOTIVATE PEOPLE?

 

The night before the interview, I was thinking that such a question would pop up. So, I pondered on it, and thought of what truly motivates people to move from one stage/ state to the next which is hopefully better.

 

I think the best way to motivate people is to make them acknowledge their true state, recognize that they could be better, and make them project the image that they want to have after an experience, hopefully a learning experience.

 

Having a better image, not incentives, not material gains is the most effective way of inspiring true, sustainable, and lasting motivation. In itself, it is a goal, it is an aspiration and nothing is more powerful for us humans, than the thought of being better, of being acknowledged for what we have become.

So, I answered the specialist… I MOTIVATE PEOPLE BY MAKING THEM UNDERSTAND THE IMAGE THEY WOULD HAVE AFTER ALLOWING ME TO HELP THEM ACKNOWLEDGE WHERE THEY ARE NOW AND WHERE  OR WHAT THEY COULD BECOME.

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Ready to Start… UP!

reboot.jpgI describe myself as the REBOOT guy with the 2 year work curse. Why? I always lead myself out of a job after 2 years and before it hits 3. Kinda like a bummer, I know. There have been months after my resignation that I regretted my decision. Maybe it was because I would often compare the good stuff of the past from the bad stuff of the present. Geesssh!!!! There is no pleasing anyone. I know it is difficult to please me; especially if I am the one trying to make amends with my decisions.

I think that my decisions were not motivated by seeking improvements. My past resignations were motivated by desires to escape; a desire to stop what I was doing and do something else. In retrospect, I think I was just an escapist. And I definitely deserved the bane of starting again.

Now, I feel it is different. I do not intend to work for someone or something. I need to do what we all need to do. Work for ourselves. I need to work for myself. The old business models and decisions would not work for me. I know, I do not have the strength nor dexterity for the whole niche thing. Also, I am poor with sales; sales meaning being able to highlight saleable points of a product/ service I barely know. I need to express myself and get myself out there. I need to be a startup!!!!!start up

I am excited because I know there would be a lot of setbacks, but I am ready to get my knowledge, experience and expertise in teaching, training, evaluating out there. Perhaps, I would be successful but I feel that I have to do this now. So, I ask all the help and prayers I need.

 

Cheers, to a brand new adventure!!!!!

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Modern Man and Modern Idolatry

I have been under the impression that idolatry was stupid. Pardon my  words. How could people put their trust and fate on a piece of metal, marble, or whatever that were crafted by human hands? The thought made me appreciate the logic of my religion. However, upon watching one of those ancient roman inspired movies, I had a thought.

The ancient Romans did not worship statues. They trusted on entities which they called gods. They needed a physical manifestation of those entities in order to project on them their desires and aspirations. They needed someone to blame or thank upon whatever ensues after their momentary petition.

They, like the modern man, wanted to be in high control over their fate; their lives. In the light of such realization, they are true idolaters; not because they worshiped false gods but because they have made themselves gods and worshiped themselves. Much like the modern man, the ancients threw their cares onto a being or a concept that was too abstract they thought it was divine. They were in reality touching on their psyche, tapping their egoistic and fictitious divinity. In all of their devotions, they were in reality in pursuit of their satisfaction and not the delight of the higher entities; they wanted to delight themselves, not someone else.

Modern man, just like the ancient pagans, seek divine help for his mortal and temporal benefit. Prayer for the modern man is not an act of submission, of abasement, in awe and wonder of the DIVINE that he truly worships. It is not even a lifting of one’s heart. Prayer for the modern man is a means of tapping unto something he does not understand; in a sense something outside the ordinary half guessing his beliefs and just throwing into the air his desires.

It is alarming that as I, together with the rest of the world, approach the fullness of life and the threshold of death, the false and blasphemous practices of ‘human worship’ and the desires of the hearts are becoming more entwined in a discordant dance of hedonism, idolatry, and worldly fraternity.

 

Starting Over

Sometimes, living with every comfort and assurance I could avail myself seems to hinder me from a breakthrough. After a brief visit to places I remember in my recent youth, I have been visited by the nostalgic muse of my romantic, ideal, naive past. I want to run away from the comforting city life. I am even considering flying elsewhere to enliven myself. To live… To be myself…

Starting Over

Sometimes, living with every comfort and assurance I could avail myself seems to hinder me from a breakthrough. After a brief visit to places I remember in my recent youth, I have been visited by the nostalgic muse of my romantic, ideal, naive past. I want to run away from the comforting city life. I am even considering flying elsewhere to enliven myself. To live… To be myself…

Why I Would Rather Try To Find The Funny Than The Meaning Of Life

Peg-o-Leg's Ramblings

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Some look at life’s journey as a pitched battle, and some as a noble quest. Either way, a smart knight should be prepared for the dragons he or she is bound to encounter along the way. My weapon of choice is a feather duster.

It has only snowed once so far this weird winter.  I took advantage of the unlooked for boon of ice-free roads here in the country last week and went for a walk.  My mood was somber as I set off down the road, well bundled against the bracing cold.  I needed the lift that nature always gives me because I felt lower than I have felt in a long time.

I was thinking about my dear cousin, Moe. She’s experimenting with multiple chemo treatments, locked in mortal combat with the cancer that has spread despite her efforts. We recently learned that her…

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