Hobbies, and the pursuance of Hobbies

in my something of a life, Wilson has collected many a cornupia of habits, and ideas. some good, some could be better.
I sincerely think that a man must have some sort of hobby. any hobby really. Something to remind us that we still have life outside all our little unimportant cubicles ofwork.

and unfortunately, these hobbies do take up a lot of our time. our dreams, and our wishes.

even when these hobbies do actually have very little on our lives
even when there is nothing going on that needs our hobbies.
even when there is no money to be had. Or is it not?
Some hobbies do not make money
Some has the greatest potential to have one.

but it must all be fun, or it is not worth doing. As a hobby.

do hobbies work as a means to a living? or will it lose its luster? when hoby becomes work, will the hobby no longer be hobby?

Things I learned in 2015

when you think you already figured it out. another comes to take its place. 

I'm not saying that it does so frequently. but it does in 2015

each year there are things that stay the same. there are things that are evolving. Then there are revolutionary items. 

Unfortunately, I came away from 2015 with a lot less appreciation for people's good faith, and more with how to balance your expectation. 

its an unspoken agreement that people will at some point let you down, and hard. they will promise to attend meetings and never show up. Promise to do things, and does not, and promise to deliver, but never do. Say one thing, does another, and so on and so forth

And frequently Wilson is asked to step up to the plate, and bring justice to injustice. Stand up for what you believe, wrong the right, be a beacon of hope.

But Wilson, well, hes just a ball. He rolls around. He's no brick wall. you're asking wayy to much of his ability. he'll hit the corners, for sure, and he'll always bounce back eventually, but, eternally, he wants peace and quiet and the freedom to roll around where he may. and have faith in the people who kick him around. That faith is now replaced with Preparation. Be prepared for people to kick you to thorny bushes. and be prepared to get out of it yourself. 

so, the key word for 2015 is, Vigilance. Watch your back. and Prepare to be Disappointed.

unfortunately, not the best way to describe the year. its not a bad thing. It means I'm growing up. 

The Baggage of Wealth

Wilson had been reading an essay of philosophy and what is simply the accumulation of wealth in relation to your happiness and content. It basically means that once you have found enough reason to buy something, that reason cannot solely by your raison d'etre. You must then ask again, will you have a more meaningful life with it? or won't you?

then the balls started spinning.

it worries Wilson deeply about the impact of having material wealth. We are consumed by it, obsess constantly bout it. And jealously over protective about it. And finally, we are imprisoned by the things that should make us live more conveniently

Just one bag becomes another bag. Then it became more bags for a specific event. and before you know it, you end up with a collection of bags for the most specific mundane task, like for instance, taking your lunch to the office.

When you already have an office bag.

When you can put your lunch box in your office bag.

Wilson, the ball, is privy to such weaknesses of the bags. And as such he usually blames it on Marketing. And the constant bombardment of advertisement and shopping mall tempting us to part with our hard earned cash.

Marketing is partly to blame, it's true. But like dieting, the energy, the effort to stop eating and consciously monitor what we at when every is freely indulging is what makes us intellegent, resource saving human, who surpasses much bigger fiercer creatures from the Ice Age.

He has also wondered, what about if he doesn't own so many items and instead of a jumble of mishappen bags which were  "Once in a Lifetime" purchases

The mind is strong, but the body is weak. and he feared that all he will end up with is just eliminating that one lunch bag. but he is optimistic that it will be the start to a less wasteful living.

At the very least, it'll free up the space for a new DVD player.....

a million and one

thoughts frequently race from one to another. starting with important work issues and inspiring items to one much less inspired. amounting to, admittedly less inspiring items... like 

1.  Why do people work better in coffee shops? 

2.  Where is one inspired idea when nothing pops out as interesting to follow? 

3.  why does Indonesia get uglier and uglier as times go by? and why is there so many people? 

4.  How do we create enough quality jobs for all these people? 

I for one have a lot to be thankful for.. The little sproglet is growing up well and creating little mini turbulences wherever we go, which, unsurprisingly, the raison d'être of little sproglets.  I have had lots of assistance with raising children, and  dearest D, has been able, to , on many occasion, overlook my lack of talent with kids and have assembled an entourage of assistance teams to support almost any unexpected scenarios. So, home front is all taken care of. 

which does leave the other frontier... as always... I suppose, the wordiness is there... now, more than ever. It wouldn't be different in any other place, or any other situation. and the ability to accept failure and move on. Its just the same as conquering the dating frontier, commence with no real expectations, and take it as the next learning experience. 

so, the only thing i know is, sandwiches... and leftovers, and chutneys..... with a little sprinkling of supply chain... what does it translate to? 

Something borrowed, nothing gained

When all the fun has been had and there are no moree truth to be uncovered, will you finally realise that in truth, most fun time you have is the shortest time ever? The job is to turn it into the most time ever.....

A thought to start 2015.

Joy baskets

Thought i would list today, being a particularly fine morning to write all the things one should be thankful for, and also keeping things in one joyful basket, should at any time i feel the impulse to gag at my unending basket of gag reflex job...

1. No traffic jams today on the long drive, a consistently useful thing

2. I get to see my son and wife today before work, something that doesn't happen as often as it should, although, as it often does, its heartbreaking to wave goodbye to them every morning

3. Sitting here with my coffee and croissants, wishing all days would be spent just like this, in a coffee shop where thoughts can percolate and simmer before without constant white noise...

Righteous path...

There is a constant chatter on the horizon of the world...

One question is solved, but another will pop to replace the said question

Sometimes the question in question, will multiply all by itself, to perform many multiple permutation of the question... All bigger and more complex, forming giant pools of extra worries in your head..

Let it not be said that moving forward is a result, but merely progress towards an unknown entity. 

That entity, in itself changes as you age and progress...sometimes the goals you set for yourself is no longer clear.... Or maybe what was unfocused to begin with, grew opaque.. With all these questions, piling up and no way to answer, the biggest question is :

How to i ignore all these questions,  stop trying to answer it all and start to do things spontaneously without worrying about the consequences? 

All our life we have been trained to look ahead, watch the road, dont talk to strangers , to be careful, and exercise prudence wherever possible, 

and now, when we become mature responsible adults, we are told to forget all this and make snap decision with the bare minimum of information, to enjoy life to the full with unbridled abandon, and to network with as many people as possible? Its just not what we're taught....

I think the only way we all stay sane enough, more than ever, is to recognize that the world will always change, and the definition of what is right, will constantly evolve... Youre wasting your time doing what is right for today and producing mediocre result in the future

Heck, you might as well do what you want.... Most probably, in 10-15 years time, it will be the right thing to do..... 

Networking

Apparently looking for a job is as stressful as i remembered. It doesnt matter whether you have 10 years experience or none... Still stressful...

Problem happens when what you have learned in your many years in the trench-pit, isn't what you actually want to do in life? What then......

Is all your hard learned investment gone way down the drain?

Does that make you somebody who had to learn it allover again.... A.k.a no comfort zone to be had...

Heres wishing all those years meant something to somebody,  that experience in any industry, is worth more than degrees, and has way greater common sense result than people with less experience but related experience.....

A rant, nothing more..... But a thougt to ponder upon. If by any chance you happen to stumble upon what you think is Something that is worth exploring, please do go ahead and do it... Like any expensive items, the cost, and discomfort will be worth the enjoyment,.....

It has to.....