What can we, as writers, photographers, artists, and bloggers learn from American inventor Thomas Alva Edison? Plenty, as it turns out. Edison is famous for many inventions, including the phonograph, a commercially viable lightbulb, and the motion picture camera.
His success resulted from trial and error, and many, many failed experiments before creating a lightbulb that could last 1200 hours, just as an example. He could have stopped. He could have given up. He chose to frame his work in a positive light:
“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”
Edison’s philosophy is particularly compelling to anyone who does creative work:
Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety nine percent perspiration.
How many rough drafts, spoiled drawings, and blurry photos have you created before that stroke of serendipity? Are you looking at a…
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Karma refers to the principle of causality where intent and actions of an individual influence the future of that individual.
Good intent and good deed contribute to good karma and future happiness, while bad intent and bad deed contribute to bad karma and future suffering.
I used to have moments where I didn’t see the point in being nice to people- they’re only going to treat you like crap anyway.
But the more consistently level I was with people (this was a challenge as a young female working in a male dominated world), and the more I focused on the respect I showed towards people- which is not extremely prevalent among young Irish teenagers which makes you feel a bit pressurised into changing your behaviour to suit the rest of your peers- the more I received respect back. You set the standard for how you are treated and in the words of Eleanor Roosevelt, ‘No-one can make you feel inferior without your consent).
I believe in not shrinking so as not to make others feel insecure around you. People will always feel insecure. By being your best self you GIVE them the motivation to change themselves- hence changing their lives for the better.
Life is brief, amazing moments are fleeting, and if the only thing stopping you from feeling the euphoria that is life is fear, then make a plan for your worries, channel your anxiety and fear into doing something that will make yourself proud. Anyone can do anything. People around me who do not know me are intimated by the achievements that I’ve managed to score even though I’m only a 20-year old from Dublin- I’ve achieved 455 points in the oul’ Leaving Certificate, I’ve travelled on my own and paid for my own trips to Vancouver, London, Lourdes, Chicago, and will be J1-ing in San Francisco next Summer. I’ve had more than fifteen employments- but that all came from being my own parent. During my parents’ divorce my household was a chaotic prison- to some extent it still is- but from that came an intense desire to be happy and to fill a void in my soul. I often catch myself doing things that only a person who longs for love and attachment would do. Even from sleeping in a foetal position and almost hugging myself to sleep, and wanting to sleep with others for the comfort of their company, encapsulates the subconscious desires to be loved.
And this leads on to the Karma. Why are we nice to people? Because we ‘feel their pain’.
According to Harry Harlow, an American Psychologist who focused on studies surrounding care-giving and companionship in social and cognitive development, as cruel and extremely wrong studies on Monkey’s Harlow found that ‘No monkey has died during isolation. When initially removed from total social isolation, however, they usually go into a state of emotional shock, characterized by … autistic self-clutching and rocking. One of six monkeys isolated for 3 months refused to eat after release and died 5 days later. The autopsy report attributed death to emotional anorexia.’
It is an interesting insight as to how animals understand each other. Eventually, everybody experiences loneliness, isolation and hurt, and that is why as a general rule, adults are kinder. Of course there are exceptions, and many do not feel the need to express their empathy, but with empathy an kindness comes good KARMA!
People are not nice for themselves, if they are truly genuine it is because they see themselves in you.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently and I’ve come to the conclusion (hasn’t everybody?) that this one is really simple. Girls push boys away because they’re hurt. Boys might be hurt too, but in most society’s it is socially acceptable for boys to pester girls into getting what they want.
People who have suffered rejection and hurt feel pain, but there is a difference between the two pains. Let me elaborate.
So due to the fact that the mind is a universe of gobidy-gook to those of us who have not studied the human mind to any great extent. Luckily, I have been fortunate enough to go to third-level education and in studding my Communication Studies (not to be sniffed at you Arts-slaggers), I have divulged into the world of the psychology greats (by divulge I mean attend lectures and take notes), but STILL, I believe I have an excellent understanding of people, why they do the things they do, and how to mediate situations in which people are upset (I have approximately fifteen years of experience in this field due to the fact that neither of my two homes over the years have EVER been fully mediated, which is unfortunate seeing as I have tried so hard on many occasions and will continue to do so throughout my life).
ANYWAY, I was saying, hurt feels like a punch in the stomach, rejection feels like a hole in the heart. Literally, a freaky HOLE feels like it is in your heart. Recently, since leaving my job at Disney, and from beginning to live life in as close to the real world as I have ever been (apart from a three-month stint in Chicago last Summer), I have dedicated time to really get off the band wagon of imagined life, (i.e Facebook) and start living in the moment. The mindfulness this brings is an added bonus- and you feel invigorated and alive from the things you once thought only brought you joy as a kid, such as the wind, the exchanging of glances with good-looking strangers, and the chocolate with your coffee.
From this unconscious longing to feel belonged, I have found myself in the world again and out of my ‘monkey mind’ (As they say), and it has pushed me to do pretty ‘out-there’ things, or so my friends say, I guess I’ve always been a bit of a rebel.
So to conclude, the reason why girls push boys away and everyone is feeling a little bit lonely is not only because of the Facebook generation (which let’s face it-CLEARLY makes things more complicated), but it is essentially channelled pain.
I have decided to write a blog for a variety of reasons, namely to justify spending my time on something that I do not believe anybody (apart from the people I show myself) will read.
The first is this: When you lose somebody important in your life, you channel your loss into anything you unconsciously think will help, many of these activities can be self-destructive. So I would like to stop channelling the deep-rooted ‘hole in my heart’ (cliché, but oddly relatable), as well as my love for English and all things creative, into something I can link my friends to when they inevitably experience loss/pain/hurt (Because what’s the point of not sharing my own growing experience if it helps others to ‘heal’ (oh the deepness of it all!).
On a lighter note, as a Communication Studies student in Dublin City University, this blog could be useful in my future career, and due to that fact, I will devote my utmost attention to detail, making sure not to lead people astray with my restless wandering thoughts.
Aside from a few notorious individuals—Henry Ford, perhaps, or Bernie Madoff—few people get to experience life at society’s top and bottom. Chris Arnade is an exception. Two years ago, Arnade quit his job as a Wall Street trader to focus on a burgeoning hobby, photographing addicts and prostitutes in the Bronx neighborhood of Hunts Point. That’s where he spends most of his time now, following subjects into dirty pits under the expressway, or crashing for the night in a crack house.
Arnade doesn’t want this story to be about him, though. He’d far rather focus on the people he’s befriended and photographed—people like Takeesha, a prostitute who was raped when she was eleven, and Wayne, a homeless scrap metal collector and addict who, despite his troubles, is always polite and gracious. Men and women who, born into other circumstances, could perhaps have made a decent life for themselves.
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