Looking backwards in the last 2,5 years I can now connect the dots, like Steve Jobs had explain in his renowned Stanford speech (and no, I’m not an i* fan).
Here the video with the excerpt, it’s worth spending the 26 seconds:
I can now clearly see the path I followed.
The first day of Spring 2012, that was Tuesday 20th of March because 2012 is a leap year, I resigned from work.
It’s not just resigning from a company.
I’m resigning from the rat race, the corporate lifestyle, the investors logic, the work for someone else interests, the trap of the high salary, the safety of being employee, the comfort of doing what you know you’re good at, the tax advantages for expats in Holland.
This is the last post of the 3×3 challenge that Cloudio and I put together to experiment with writing, always selecting random subjects and inventing strange rules.
It has been so much fun that Cloudio decided to set as a rule to condensate the last 3 articles in a single one, but of 333×3=999 words instead of the standard (for me, not for him apparently) 333 words format.
“Death is very likely the single best invention of Life” said Steve Jobs during the Stanford speech, one of the most beautiful talks about life I heard, and one I particularly like to listen every now and then.
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”
Isn’t this a question everyone should ask himself?
’cause when you have a roof, shelter and safety,
you can relax and enjoy your pelf
“Geg, did you ever walk barefoot on the snow?”
“Suuuure!”
“I did it once and was cool, let’s do it?”
“Why not?”
There we were, an Austrian and an Italian taking shoes and socks out, in a warm end-of -April day walking in the few snow left by the winter.
Dear Cloudio,
being the one that choose the subject for this post #5 of our 3x3 challenge, it’s easy to think that I picked up something I longed wanted to talk about, or something I just have a lot to say, or something I can easily write about.
My park is Vondelpark, a magnificent oasi in the heart of Amsterdam that makes me think that this city is the best of the World every time there’s a ray of sun.
“What’s your dream?” asked my friend the other week during a diner at mine.
That’s the simplest question ever. But I felt like if I was reaching my pocket looking for the wallet just to discover that was not there anymore. My answer wasn’t there anymore either.
To me, mom is love. To Google, “mom” is Ministry of Manpower in Singapore.
Google wants the web to be more human, more real, more natural, so why Google doesn’t start being more human too?
Why Mom is an institution of a city-state with little democracy? Someone searching for his “mom” should be taken with more respect, and sensibility than this, Google!
Or you probably serve someone bigger interest, Google, like the Singaporean regime showing us that there’s even a ministry taking in the upper consideration the work-life balance of the national workforce of this uber-developed island?
What do I know about Singapore, anyway? Only what Terzani says…