Caught this somewhere resourceful,
“If I am given EIGHT HOURS to cut down a tree,
I’ll spend SIX HOURS sharpening my axe.”
Cynical isn’t it, when there’s a task where race against time is the theme, and one chance upon something like this.
And this made one sat down and reflected upon what had happened during the period of the task. The troubles when some just don’t understand the concept of teamwork, datelines, personal and shared responsibilities and carrying individual pride and merged them into a beautiful group’s joy.
Ironically, some who refused to lend that balance hands are heads better than those who slogged to see the project ends. They are those flutters and who also know which branches to land on so to ensure that they can predict the cushion of their falls.
It’s human. Very much human, if could, one would have taken the loud hailer or graphitised one’s frustration to the winds and the walls so that people know who they are and are being cautioned about them as liabilities to the team.
Hampered by the dampness of the feelings, one will feel even damper when the judge to this all jives are allied to these some. Call it bonding or call it blind man playing the blind’s man folding, and the ones who are leading are the ones who bring him about the camouflaged danger signs.
So one learnt, age, status, level, education, spiky words of sarcasms and a ‘eat more salt’ life experience does not make one the best judge after all. Well, especially when one uses more emotional bonding than rational bonding.
A silent kettle will not whistle but sure it does gives off the steam!
I am,
Tyro
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