A text I received from my kid late last night after a deadline passed.
We are very similar, the kid and I. He once wondered why I do the job I do because, as he said, "You hate people."
I'm reading a book and there is a section about pockets of genius. How that happens. What fosters it. The author says the United States is good at fostering pockets of sports start, sports talent. We start when kids are young, look for it, nurse it, raise it, celebrate it. What happens when we celebrate it so much that we create an industry and a reverence so strong that lines are crossed. Is it a failing of the individual or the society? And we know that the individual is now backed by a large team of people who depend on that individual to make their living. To keep them in the spotlight. To give them some sort of fame and validation. What and how many lines are crossed? Is this about not only our love of sport but our love of fame?
Who knows.
And then we tear them down. We tear down everyone. That's fun, too. Not saying or even guessing the truth in the situation, not sure anyone does now. Or wants to.
That was part of the "I hate everything," too.
The causalities are the regular people. Who ride a bike and enjoy events at a stadium named for a cause and a dream. Are those things now invalidated because of a failure of a human. We are all human, we all fail. Most of us just do it on a smaller stage.
Yes I'm rambling. I will probably come back to this and add more or change some things. I'm rambling as a parent of an adult child and as a person who has problems with her own validity.
And back to the
author of the book. He has his own troubles - read the comments. How much of this work is now invalid. Some of it is research I've read about elsewhere. Did he do it for the fame and recognition in his community? Yes, issues with a part of our culture as a whole, not just one aspect, sports.
Do I see this in my workplace, maybe.
Too much thinking. Getting on with my everyday insignificant life. She says believing more than ever that it may just be the insignificant that is the truly significant.
As in this - a couple of my favorite quotes:
Small minds are concerned with the extraordinary, great minds with the ordinary. Blaise Pascal
(To be a librarian a similar quote is attributed to someone else.)
Not everything that counts can be measured. Not everything that can be measured counts. Albert Einstein