English / 29.01.2020 / 662
it is better to become a genius fraudster than a mediocre manager
Here the reader will have a logical question:
- Nick, why the hell are you telling me a story of some rich guy and European logistics? I have a family to provide for, the new government is trying to control the income of each citizen. Life is trying to drown us in troubles (or in something else)... And there is also this question, are we doing the right thing in life?
Now let me give a simple explanation. Look at this example of the guy going nuts about the logistics. He earns money in IT and they waists it in the “real sector”. Why does it happen? Because mom, dad, friends and other people around could keep convincing him since childhood:
- You are doing some nonsense...look at your classmate who bought a truck and now he is transporting prawns to other countries. That's a real business!
And who cares if our character has a truck full of money, while his classmate hardly has a thousand of Euros of savings. This is a question of acceptance by the people closest to him. And here this question of purpose pops up. We understand a lot about ourselves since childhood. When I was six, I could not read or write, but when someone asked me “what do you want to be when you grow up” I was very confident:
But I was told:
- Writers earn very little, and only a few make it...
Relatives and friends inclined:
- Maybe, you could become a programmer? Maybe an engineer?
I wasted energy, time and money to check my relatives' theories. And thank God, it didn't take too much time. 'Cause I know a story of a woman who got old and realized, that she had always dreamt of being a ballet dancer. But, as she said it herself:
— But it's hard to be a ballerina when you are sixty."...
A dense leader confident in their authority likes to give out orders.
“Because I said so!” the strongman loudly exclaims.
The leader of the 1917 Russian Revolution, comrade Trotsky, called all the shots himself. He did it to show that he was the master of life and death. Trotsky was outsmarted by comrade Stalin.
My father played a mean joke on me. Our discussions, though rare, always left me in a state of slight to heavy confusion. For example, when I was five years old, he told me: “A man could never imagine two things: infinity and eternity”. My mind, young and inquisitive as it was, decided to test that statement. I sat down in my room and tried to imagine the supposedly unimaginable entities. This led to intense drooling.Read more...