Diego's agave
"The sense of duty is like a horrible disease. It destroys the fabric of thought as certain diseases destroy the tissues of the body. [1]
What a dream job? In most cases, an activity that we wanted to take, less often, a job that we decided to follow, too often, a mirage, a figment of childhood fantasy, an aspiration that still survives in our dream visions, but drugged, stunned, and finally by the adult sense of duty mallet.
It seemed, therefore, particularly appropriate that the inaugural post for a blog whose main theme had coveted the professions, to propose a title similar to the announcement of a historic challenge: "A sense of pleasure against a sense of duty." In this match the cartel, which lasts a lifetime, is not accidental that has placed the sense of duty in the second round: one reserved, by convention guests. As the abortion of the outside world, the sense of duty is, in fact - in our consciousness - a stone guest becomes intrusive and the pleasure principle, in the more modest reality principle.
After that, "no wonder - Sigmund Freud said - if you feel happy for the sole reason to escape unhappiness, to endure the pain if, in the broadest sense, the task to avoid the pain, relegated to the background to get the pleasure. " [2]
is with the school - true mimesis of working life - the sense of duty soon enter the scene: 'Do homework first and then you can play! ", almost always accompanied by the most sinister and explicit warning" before the duty and then the pleasure! " . Such allegations were inoculated in the uncontaminated connective tissue of our consciousness.
The principle of duty will grow and age that often accompanies the noun - sense - the lost innocent synonymous meaning, to become a more consistent, even abominable, analogy perceptual element. After taste, smell, touch, hearing and vision, the duty rises - exactly - a sixth sense .
time, rules and codes. Social conventions continued to mark time until they suggest to start a family: when the sense of duty evolves into tombstone of dreams.
In short, with the intent to cheer routine days, you embark on an affair, the last moments of regurgitation mild adolescence; substitute for those carefree days we still feel that you deserve, by virtue of the sacrifices in the name of a sense of duty, which frees us from feelings of guilt and soul motto hedonistic "me to fuck me."
The daily return to their abode is hell whose flames a few manage to soften, before it crosses the threshold of the house.
Otherwise, all the frustrations are transposed on the family member, guilty of having caused the resignation of dream job, sacrificed on the altar of inflexible principles of duty. And while we refer to the meanest found to vent our frustrations on spouse and children, they invoke the same order, respect, obedience and deference.
With the muscles
furriers always a corrugated face of perpetual irritation and intolerance, are too difficult to make with ourselves, we let our ego takes out his revenge on others, innocent.
The sense of duty becomes the human being into a time bomb ready to explode in the most unusual forms whose picture just described, appears to be the painful and distressing as statistically significant between the occurrences recorded.
The sense of duty is the door to abuse or martyrdom, which corresponds respectively to a slow agony of ourselves or our families.
This blog is a humble contribution can be traced back to the choice to use the sense of pleasure, winning, so the challenge announced at the beginning of the article.
The message, therefore, is not directed only to those who took his first tentative steps into the world of work, but to those who want to gradually increase the sense of pleasure in the professions. With non-negligible effect - as evidenced emblematic case just mentioned - to make their own gay existence, and the people around us.
Discover the sense of pleasure in undertaking any activity, means - in an essential way - answering a question well-targeted. As they argue, in fact, many proponents of neuro-linguistic programming , an effective response always comes from effective demand. From this point of view, I persuaded the skimming operated by Timothy Ferriss in his instructive to 4 hours per week (Cairo Editore) : more than "what I want?" Or "what are my goals?", According to the author , the question is more suited "What excites me?".
replication spontaneous "substantial economic and personal satisfaction," could be harnessed in a company working workaholic, pressing, on good earnings in proportion, but without a bit of time to enjoy it.
So what? So this time, the answer comes from overseas. It is self-sufficient and is presented - in a convincing and concrete way - by bloggers Charles of Anjou, in his autobiography by the intriguing title how to earn your first 100,000, 00 € with a blog recently published.
Retracing the steps of his professional life - from employment counselor stressed and dissatisfied with online editor and made clear - in a nice Italian in style (rare virtue these days), the ebook is, however, enhanced by a Bonus-free which includes 15 video lessons, as well as two ebooks on business blogging and new frontiers of internet marketing.
electronic book, video or post, whatever the medium adopted, Charles of Anjou, however, appears to be at ease. Messages, content and lessons are presented in a genuine, spontaneous, genuine, natural, whose subtext is clear: anyone with a minimum strength of will, can achieve the goal sought by this dense trace suite of products editorial.
I had the good fortune to meet Charles, about a year ago. His optimism is viral and not be surprised if it were to spread a human being who has always enjoyed a favorable past. It is surprising, however, this vision rosy existence, and is even more persuasive when it is based on an experience of suffering and humiliation, transmuted wisely - as did Charles - in a quiver of arrows that hit, without delay, the living of many issues.
For him, the internet is an exceptional means - and not an end - to increase its assets in cash and in friendships. Sensitive
the results, both the cuffs and all, clear on his blog Jobs Casa.com
Notes:
[1] - Although I have not been able to verify personally, it would seem the aphorism attributed to the Web Oscar Wilde.
[2] - Sigmund Freud, Civilization and its Discontents .
