I'm breaking out! Come with me...

Manager’s and all kinds of mainly brainworkers are after all pretty pitiable people. Most days it is quite hard to see what we are building and to acknowledge that thoughts can indeed be planted. There are only moments when we feel or see that we have somehow reached a new level or we look back and hopefully realise that something is growing and if in the heads of others - and we smile.  But - in the blink of an eye - we can be too busy again to remember what we have created. What exists and does not exist is in our head - and there is a lot of stuff. So we lose sight again. Most days we look back at what we did and on the surface there is nothing -there is no buildung and no new floor, no telephone cable connected, no street built, no healed person, no clothes produced, no bunch of flowers, no tree build, no flowers watered and grown, no one we’ve transported, no hole filled, nothing broken restored not a 100 loafs of bread that fled the counter like free pots of honey the beemaster collected meticulously in an arduous routine - the sweat drips on the inside of your astronaut-like clothes.  Don’t get me wrong. I am thankful for having the  freedom to challenge the brain and plant thoughts and earn my living with it, yet it is often so difficult to acknoweldge that ideas can be grown, thoughts can be planted and dreams build. But if you doubt yourself - be assured - they can…

Manager’s and all kinds of mainly brainworkers are after all pretty pitiable people.

Most days it is quite hard to see what we are building and to acknowledge that thoughts can indeed be planted. There are only moments when we feel or see that we have somehow reached a new level or we look back and hopefully realise that something is growing and if in the heads of others - and we smile.  But - in the blink of an eye - we can be too busy again to remember what we have created. What exists and does not exist is in our head - and there is a lot of stuff. So we lose sight again.

Most days we look back at what we did and on the surface there is nothing -there is no buildung and no new floor, no telephone cable connected, no street built, no healed person, no clothes produced, no bunch of flowers, no tree build, no flowers watered and grown, no one we’ve transported, no hole filled, nothing broken restored not a 100 loafs of bread that fled the counter like free pots of honey the beemaster collected meticulously in an arduous routine - the sweat drips on the inside of your astronaut-like clothes. 

Don’t get me wrong. I am thankful for having the  freedom to challenge the brain and plant thoughts and earn my living with it, yet it is often so difficult to acknoweldge that ideas can be grown, thoughts can be planted and dreams build. But if you doubt yourself - be assured - they can…

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