Age and synergy

Age doesn't matter, career wise. We both know this is true, and that it isn't. WE don't care about age. But we cannot ignore the fact that it matters to our surroundings. And THAT we can only ignore to a certain degree.

We need to make time pass. Just to become older. But we cannot waste time, we are incapable of wasting time, yet we need to be older to do what we want to do. You know I stumble upon paradoxes in everything, and this is a paradox: We will always be ahead. Wasting time means exploring, engaging, experiencing - discovering, developing... Stepping forward. Ahead.

But why are you in such a rush? Where is it you're going?

Maybe I'm just mirroring myself in you. Maybe I fear loosing my own identity, seeing my abilities drown in yours. My identity overshadowed. At the same time I need and hate your governance. Ooooooh... How could I miss this... How could I miss this?! Such irony. It's about synergy.

Realising your recognition boosts me into not needing it. Striving for and receiving acknowledgement sets me free from the limitation it is to seek approval before believing for real.

The same about age. Just forget about it - you do right in ignoring. Trust builds on confidence, and it's abilities that matter. No... Not abilities. Belief. Yours and theirs. Mine. Abilities are secondary. Confidence will lead to trust. A tall house needs a strong foundation.

You're a brick in my foundation. With confidence, I become a brick in yours - you already consider me as such. Not seeing this is what makes me feel governed. But in fact, we are equal. We can fully benefit when I realise that my foundation is strong enough without you. Now I see that I can bring you higher as well. That is true synergy.

Its about 1+1 being either 1.5, 2, or 3. About internal integrity. Not about interdependency for existence, but for reaching full potentials. And its exactly the same with the professions.

Every little universe

With Aja on a train station somewhere in Holland. In May, on a warm spring day, after sharing ideas and dreams for a while. When her train took off, I was left with a feeling of how the sphere of her universe was moving away from mine. Like each of our universe spheres had been overlapping for a while, but where now no longer touching. Drifting apart in time and space.

Looking around, I saw other people's universes. Their personal spheres, like bubbles around their bodies. Some overlapping, but most of them drifting along the train tracks on their own - probably on their way somewhere, to meet with other spheres.

So many different worlds. Different lives. One life in each universe. When coinciding, sharing a place in time and space, sharing experiences, words, and maybe feelings. But still, in their individuality, so diverse, despite their similarities.

All those universes... Walking in the park, seeing people - acknowledging the existence of their spheres. Behind the walls of an apartment building, so many little worlds.  So near, yet so distant and unknown. All those lives, maybe similar to my own, but maybe not, and I will never know. Only some of them. Only those of whom my personal universe bubble will happen to overlap. Somewhere in the matrix of time and space.