Where the Wind Blows

I think that our love for those that give little attention to us springs from our imagination of their perfection. We are not attracted by those who avail themselves because we know them. We know they are human and they have weaknesses and irritable behaviours. We know they are afraid of the future and they doubt their perfection. We know they are human. They excrete just like we do. This makes them not very adorable; in a pop culture sense. The world has made us believe that for someone to be great they must be beyond comprehension. They must have super strengths and no flaws. The presence of flaws in those around us makes them par below the standard of exception.The truth though is, if we got closer to even the greatest, even kings and philosophers shit. .

From a very young age I was told to work hard at school. The logic was;you work hard get good grades get a well paying job and become rich and successful. The very year I was born, a baby was born in Antwerp Belgium. The baby's name;Romelu Lukaku. Like me the baby had talents. The parents wanted a great education for their child. So  they sent him to a good school. They soon realised, however, that their son was  great with a football. They sent him to a football academy. There he received knowledge,but also the opportunity to cultivate his talent. Twenty five years later. He is a multimillionaire and I have no savings whatsoever. What went wrong? Another example is a story Sir Ken Robinson told during a Ted talk. He talked about a little girl who had problems concentrating in class. The girls parents thought their child had a problem. So the mother took the child to a psychologist. The Doctor examined the child and suggestions to the mother;he told her to send the gir...