We err because we are human but on another hand we do create the world we live in within.
We human are not perfect in any means.Although we seek perfection in everything we do,the notion of perfections dime dire along the way especially when dealing with people.
Carnegie once said and I quote:
When dealing with people,let us remember we are not dealing with creature of logic.We are dealing with creation of emotion,creatures bristling with prejudice and motivated by pride and vanity.
Sigmund Freud said that everything you do spring from two motives:the sex urge and the desire to be great.
I want to reiterate again the question?What you and I really want?In one of my post I wrote about Marslow;s needs and what we need to fulfil our life .As matter of fact some of our needs are usually gratified as we need them in order to survive e.g. food,sleep,good health,money ,well being,relationship and so forth.All these wants come with a price if not well balanced but we do need them in a order or another with except one-the desire to be important,to do great ,to make a difference.
I believe we crave and we long to be someone,to be important and the deepest principle in human nature is to be appreciated for yourself,for what you are and what you do.
Carnegie also said that if our ancestors hadn’t had this flaming urge for a feeling of importance,civilisation would have been impossible.
It was the desire for a feeling of importance that inspired Dickens to write his immortals novels.This desire inspired Christopher Wren to design his symphonies in stones.This desire inspired Obama to become the first black president in history of America.The desire to change the technology inspire Bill gates to change the way we communicate and translate data and so forth.
The desire to feel important also make you and I want to get the best job,wear the latest styles,drive the latest cars and talk about our brilliant achievements.
But the desire to feel important has also a dark side when lure people to engage in bad activities or even to destroy their own lives.It could also go to some extent that will lead people to go insaneWith life once wrecked,all dreams ships on the sharp rock of reality which often is become harder to digest.
I am just thinking that we often criticise the failure and lavish the success and these attributes often groom our way of dealing with people.We do illustrate the truth in a very harsh way and rather to provide incentives to our desire to succeed we tend to criticise our own existence -our own to be.
The best example was given by Livinston Larned in his letter to his son “Father forgets” and this is a beautiful tribute to the relationship he had with his son.
‘’Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.
There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in reply,
“Hold your shoulders back!”
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive‐and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped. You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.
And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs. Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me?
The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding‐this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy‐a little boy!”
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.-W. Livingston Larned’’
One of the most neglected virtues of our daily existence is appreciation.We neglect to give praise and appreciate of what is in front of us.Lets chase thinking of our accomplishments,our wants,our desire to do great.Lets for once cherish moments,good work and treasure what is among us and that is the most gem that flatter our existence.Lets try for once to do great within our means and try to be grateful for what we achieved so far.
What do you really want? As per se,I want to create memory ,to create greatness but I am not afraid to unveil my vulnerability to the unknown.The power and the limits is within us so lets try to unleash our powers.