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“An entrepreneur is a self-employed person working 16 hours a day to avoid working 8 hours a day for someone else. - Anonymous”
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“Give the world not judgement, rather conducive recommendations and actions. No cynicism. We are full of critics and cynics. I am full of cynicism and...”
Most probably my favourite spoken self-help like inspirational video on the internet.
Made this one in 2002.
Do you know why children love snow? Because it gives them the freedom for imagination. Snowy landscapes are full of undiscovered places, that you can invent, where you can become an adventurer, Marco Polo, Vasco da Gama.
For many adults and elderly, snow hurts. Because the whiteness takes a away the structures and patterns we recognize. It takes away the taken for granted. It’s painfull to imagine when you are used to something, because you have to let it go. Pain is symbolised by the slippery scenes and broken bones.
For some adults and older people snow is liberating and adventurous, because the new landscape leaves them space for imagination, and an escape from the pressing daily routines. The fresh whiteness shows no differentiation and makes everyone one.
I guess ways of walking, have not become wrong, but the balance between your equilibrium and the surface has shifted. Strong shoes and skates can make you move.
Beauty is an endless struggle to find truthful patterns, and disappointment of limitations of the physical, and canvas and paint. Abstraction takes effort, because it needs an escape from daily discursive routines. Abstraction has no defined end, and is thus and endless effort, or a struggle.
And it is a disappointing struggle, because the physical, and canvas and paint will simply never express fundamental truths, like a frozen snapshot will never capture love in a warm wedding.
Funnily, this ambiguity is an experience in itself: the physical gives me disappointment, the struggle gives me hope to find truth. The beauty of colors brings me closer to the hope side, because colors do not seem physical? A flawed attempt with canvas and paint to capture truth, suddenly becomes truth itself.
Thoughts of connectedness can be mesmerizing, like scrolling out of Street View for the first time, starting from the rooftop of your parents house, discovering patterns between rooftops and neighbourhoods, all the way up to continents. Then you realize that there is no gravity, no up, that the apple will not fall down from the screen of your MacBook, you realize that the laws of physics do not work, and that therefore there is no material basis for difference between people.
