Whistling a rhythm and strumming a guitar he says it all – All we need is just a little patience. Axl Rose, ladies and gentlemen was a poet if there ever was one. It’s strange how a random line like this sticks with you but only make sense when circumstance demands it to.
The world is in imbalance. The West can’t figure out what to do with debt while the East can’t handle growth without compromising price increases.
Bombs go off, kids win golf tournaments, phones are hacked , debt hits the roof (literally) and yet life carries on. It is in times like these that Axl’s words hold true – all we really need is a little patience. I have none and I’m the first to admit it.
I want something and I want it yesterday but the year in China has taught me a lot. Getting from point A to B is not a straight line (oh no, you must visit C,D,X,Y,Q,P and then perhaps hit B if you’re lucky). In China, the proverbial "breaking of ice" is more like "melting the god D@#$ Glacier".
I want something and I want it yesterday but the year in China has taught me a lot. Getting from point A to B is not a straight line (oh no, you must visit C,D,X,Y,Q,P and then perhaps hit B if you’re lucky). In China, the proverbial "breaking of ice" is more like "melting the god D@#$ Glacier".
The hippie in me embraces this uncertainty as “Nature’s way” while the analyst in me says “Vat the hell” (yes with the Indian 7-11 accent). Why is it that we cannot forecast our lives? It’s not rocket science, we have the resources. There should be a 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 year plan for each community. Just as I tell that to myself, the hippie breaks into laughter and it dawns onto the analyst – there are no guarantees, ever.
Catering for contingencies is one thing, predicting them is quite the other. Coming from a guy who had the next 15 yrs planned out, this may seem ridiculous but it’s quite true. The best plans are those that unfold themselves.
Control is an illusion that drives mankind to do strange things. We run and leap like there is no tomorrow and rarely stop to "smell the roses".
The best plans are the ones that change, evolve and adapt to the forces of nature, man and the almighty.
Good night and God Bless.
Control is an illusion that drives mankind to do strange things. We run and leap like there is no tomorrow and rarely stop to "smell the roses".
The best plans are the ones that change, evolve and adapt to the forces of nature, man and the almighty.
Good night and God Bless.
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