Moments in time

Once in a way, it’s important that we come in contact with an article that really tests how good we are, at our respective work places. Something that challenges our decision-making capabilities, our capacity to keep cool under pressure, our ability to stay focused to see an idea though to its completion, our maturity in staying calm in the face of irate albeit irritating co-workers, supervisors, peers, employers and most of all - our belief in ourselves.

Seeing ourselves rise to the occasion helps us know for a fact that we were meant to be doing the type of work that we’re otherwise engrossed and engaged in (almost mundanely) for an entire week’s span of time - week after week, year in, year out.

Being the best, staying ahead, thriving to reach the top, meeting the needs of our clientele, giving the market a good run, staying undefeated in competition and constantly updating ourselves on what’s hot and what’s not. Isn’t this what out current work pace is all about?

Accepting that as fact, I often wonder if we were born to work and die.

Is that all there is to life? Or is there much, much more?

What about that “one moment in time” that Whitney Houston sang about in the 80s when she talked about giving the “best of me”? That finest day that she sang about, in which we race with destiny, knowing that all the answers are up to us and no one else?

Too often, man tends to get about his work routinely, monotonously, mechanically. It’s the same predictable drill. Wake up, get dressed, off to work, get back, bitch in your mind about your bad day, get stressed, go to bed, wake up with office on your mind, get dressed.

There’s got to be more to life than this.

There’s got to be uniqueness to your individuality, the contribution to life and work that you make, that’s happening merely and only and mostly, because of your personal effort. And at the same time, there has to be that satisfaction in the back of your mind, in the veranda of your heart, in the windows of your soul, that you’re not just a statistic of the work force, but a living, breathing, loving being.
Put love and life into your work.

If it’s a cup of tea that you’re making for a colleague or a space you’re leaving for a colleague to have her lunch at, do it with love in your heart for the person. If it’s the phone you’re answering, put your all into it and brighten up the heart of the person on the other side. It doesn’t matter that he’s absolutely nobody of yours. If it’s a client you’re approaching, approach him with a smile. If you see a paper fallen on the floor, pick it up gladly. Don’t forget the little things in life that used to bring you joy before you became an adopted rodent in the rat race.

After all, at the end of the day, that little meter that will measure who we were, will not be by how many achievements we have to our name, but the joy we brought to a fellow human heart.

When all is said and done, let it be said of you, that you gave the BEST of yourself and nothing less.