A quote that is usually attributed to Albert Einstein goes like this: “If you can’t explain something to a six-year-old, you don’t understand it yourself.”
You could pretty easily get caught up in the weeds of enumerating what six-year-olds can and can’t understand, you could debate whether nine or twelve or fifteen is more accurate an age for this quote than six, and you could even insist that this statement was misattributed to Einstein in the first place.
However, in a general life-truth-kind-of-way, these simple words ring true.
Let me explain why.
To begin with, think of something that you understand really well, and let’s forget about the specific audience for the moment. Maybe you excel in your knowledge of a particular musical instrument, a particular technical area, or a particular historical period. If you were asked to describe such a topic in thirty minutes or less, would you be able to? Would you be able to describe it in such a way that the basics, at least, would be made irrevocably clear? All things considered, this seems like a reasonable task.
Consider this, though. What if you only had five minutes?
Or even just one minute?
What if you only had twenty seconds?
Continue reading “What It Means to Understand”
In our daily interactions, we all betray our likeness to onions.
Below the layers of our clothes we wrap ourselves in our own layers – layers that are internal, inherent, and invisible. These are the facades that we put on when we interact with strangers, or acquaintances, or even sometimes our loved ones.
They are both our blessing and our curse.
Let’s take the first time you meet someone. Usually this conversation starts out polite and non-invasive, like a toddler dipping her toe in the pool to gauge the temperature. Such a conversation may transpire as follows: Nice weather today, don’t you agree? I do. So, where are you from? Where do you work? I like doing that too; what else do you like to do?
Continue reading “Authenticity, Through the Layers”
One of the trickiest hurdles to navigate these days is so often planted there by others. With good but misguided intentions, friends and strangers alike may attempt to nudge you along certain paths in life… but if those paths aren’t right for you, you shouldn’t take them.
Let me introduce Mr. Turtle, who will serve as our exemplar throughout this post. Mr. Turtle is your average green-skinned hard-shelled turtle. Not long after emerging from his egg, Mr. Turtle realized he had a dream, a dream that he wanted to achieve more than anything else in the entire world. The dream? Why, to complete a marathon! Mr. Turtle envisioned working diligently day after day to reach his goal, to have his four legs bringing his tired yet dignified body across the finish line and towards personal glory. He wanted it with every fiber of his reptilian body. The catch? His family and friends took great pride in their more traditional ways, and the Turtle society would never condone such a thing. Just think, they scoff, a turtle competing in a marathon! How preposterous!
What does Mr. Turtle do?
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To me, the primary reason that we lose once-mastered skills is simply a prolonged lack of application, and with focused effort, we can get them back.
Let’s say, for example, that you are performing a speech, completing a graded school assignment, or even overcoming your body’s tiredness by staying out late. Once, perhaps, you did those well. And now, not so much. What has caused this change? Is it age? A permanent loss of skill? Or is it something more?
Here are three stories to wring this topic of its secrets.
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“I worked for 50 hours last week,” said someone.
“Actually, I worked a 60-hour week,” said another.
“Well, I haven’t taken a lunch break in a month and more often than not I am the last one to leave work,” said the last.
There was silence by the someone and the another, and in the end, the last was the self-proclaimed “winner.”
What is it about some countries’ cultures where long hours are praised, where marathon weeks are seen as a reason to brag?
There is so much more to it than that.
Continue reading “Time Worked ≠ Success”
“After I finally learned the ropes, they changed all the rules.”
This statement, from this Humans of New York post, is a no-frills, boldly honest declaration that defines so many life experiences. It sits there and bides its time, waiting patiently as you struggle to adapt to the circumstances you’re in. At some point you do adapt, and then, and only then, does it pick its moment – and bam. The old rules no longer apply, and new ones sneakily take their place.
As I am currently coming to terms with the results of such a transition-filled experience, this quote resonates with me in an especially relevant way. Let me explain why…
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I am a huge advocate of the phrase, “If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way.” If you know me well enough, you’ve heard me say this at least once.
Do you remember those self-assessments that you may have taken when you were younger, which asked, “Would you get up at 5 in the morning for the fill-in-the-blank activity?” If you answered no, you were said not to care for it enough. If you answered yes, you had found something you loved. When I thought the question through, I came to the conclusion that I loved my sport, but was burned out of playing my musical instrument. It is by no means a perfect test, but I think it gets at an important point.
What you would get up for really goes a long way to defining something you deeply care about, and by extension, this feeds into who you are.
Continue reading “No Excuses”
Have you ever felt so incredibly self-guilty that you wanted nothing more than to just curl into a ball and never brave the world again? So regretful that you wish you could go back in time and hastily scrub away what happened, permanently change the event or action or decision that led you to this precise moment?
Well, I have been there. As it turns out, I am there right now. In general, yes, depending on the relative gravity of this incident, there are most probably worse things that we can recall or imagine, and we should be grateful. I have been telling myself this. Repeatedly. And yet, as much as I try, I just can’t seem to shake the feeling that is hanging over me like a dirty, indignant cloud making me want to do something, anything, just to exfoliate and find a way to make it all magically better.
Why does this happen to us, really? Why can’t we, as the human race, reasonably and therapeutically just let all of our mistakes go, have them last as ephemerally as a puff of smoke? I see a world where everyone involved simply twirls his or her hands, yells “Alas!” like an expletive, and then accepts the new slate with a good-natured nod. Why is the weight of self-regret so heavy?
An answer? Because the world wouldn’t work any other way. The consequences of certain decisions are too substantial. Too heavy and impactful to allow decisions, actions, events, to go unpunished.
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