Teaching Ourselves To Be Human

I remember being fascinated by the concept of musicians performing in tube stations when I first came to this city 2 years ago. I generally just passed them by. And, on the rare occasion, put in a small tip.

2 years in, I put in that small tip nearly every time.

What changed? I think what changed was the simple fact that I started learning the guitar myself and experienced performing to people who weren’t really listening. I can feel the difficulty involved. And that’s the difficulty experienced without my livelihood depending on it.

Suddenly, I find myself connecting to the human being behind the guitar. I find myself wondering about their life, their story. For those moments, I forget about what occupies my life and think about theirs, a life unconnected to mine.

Maybe that’s why we ought to have varied experiences?

Maybe that’s why we ought to immerse ourselves in understanding the arts, sports, sciences and the world?

Just to teach ourselves to be human?

“I Don’t Understand”

One of my favourite executives says this a lot. Explain your thinking and you will likely hear “I don’t understand” a few times.

And what would I often tend to do if I were in his place? After a question or two, I’d probably say “Ah. Ah. Okay. I got it.” (even if I haven’t)

That way, I’d make sure I have a suitable interpretation in my head and also not indulge my fear of coming off looking stupid.

That’s the difference between him and me. While I am encumbered often by false pretences, he just freely says “he doesn’t understand” if he doesn’t. That way, he makes no assumptions and makes sure he really does understand. He doesn’t worry about what people think. He worries about making sure he does understand the information that comes up to him to make the right decision.

I resolve to do better.