I ate my dinner, and the air was so thick, i thought it could explode.
Even when walking someplace, the cloud kept over me, as if i were still in the kitchen.
Then i saw a tree, stood in a view with a tree, and looking up towards it, something got put into perspective.
I arrived, ran around, there were so many things to do that day.
I found myself in an office, with a woman whose voice was ice cold, so condescending.
Walking someplace, it felt like i were still in that office.
Then i saw a bird flying over me, high above me, and it helped put things into perspective.
I wish i could draw from memory, even if just to remember how small some things really are.
How the biggest part of the picture is actually always filled with beautiful things.
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Education today is still designed for a world in which all human intellectual development could, with the right effort, be understood in a lifetime.
That not being the case, we see lots of people paying a lot of time and money into their education, only to meet a market that is not interested in those skills – which is no wonder, given the large population of people with the same skills.
Maybe schools, universities especially, should start thinking of starting to offer a problem-based curriculum.
To give an example, there are millions of people suffering of Alzheimer’s disease. Thus, schools should offer a complete education on Alzheimer’s disease. What i mean by that is, like today’s “Medical School” there could be a “Alzheimer’s Disease Curriculum”.
As opposed to just training regular doctors, this kind of education could be cheaper to provide and easier to master. It would also give one the advantage in actually knowing a topic, instead of the jack-of-all-trades kind of medical training that is popular today, and is increasingly redundant with the patient being more and more informed.
Apart of being cheaper for schools to provide, it would be faster to finish (one could choose another topic if he was so inclined or in case the market should vanish; as is often the case today); there would only be a small amount of people with the same skills in the market, and thus they would be sought after.
The education would be goal oriented, thus faster development would be seen in areas where there are lots of patients – thus the “demand” would actually help fuel development in the area – towards the possible cures for the diseases! The most complicated diseases would also be desirable areas of study, since they would suggest a safe, long-term employment environment.
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A girl gets payed to have sex with a stranger she doesn’t like.
Another girl doesn’t get payed for raising a family with a guy she loves.
A kid gets a good grade by reading over an assignment about a book and answering the questions.
Another kid gets a bad grade for wasting his time reading the book.
A doctor gets payed for remembering the name of his patient – who is now dead.
Another doctor is sued by a patient for performing CPR on him.
A president is payed for leading attack on a country successfully.
A soldier if fined because he went out drinking with a civilian.
Sad, how education is often the opposite of learning and money is opposite to value…
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Will you accept your child if he/she:
– has intelligence that is quite below average
– is born with a physical disability
– develops a physical disability because of not following your advice
– hates you
– does drugs
– follows the religion you are most doubtfull about
– does things to his body you disagree with
– is gay
– spends time chasing goals you don’t value
– throws away money or seems to do everything just for money
– has a mental problem
– has friends you dislike
– steals from you
– doesn’t care about how people will percieve you because of his/her actions
– leaves you
– makes all your worst fears become reality
– has different interests then you
If you think you can’t accept one or more of those things, do the rest of the world a favor, don’t have a kid.
If by some chance you already have a (troublesome) kid, look at yourself – if you think you are what your parents envisioned you’d be, than you are a pretty rare kind of a person.
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A little drawing in an empty book.
A thought of deleting it comes to mind, yet i can say it is important to me.
I don’t delete it. It is important to me.
That guy who drew it, he was surfing the sea. Becomming friends with a long passed doctor, that is out of the question for him. I can’t really talk to him, the doc keeps him busy. He is the guy, the one surfing the sea. The one who drew the picture.
Because i know what he was, i keep the picture. Because i can’t accept what he is now i hold onto his past self. Because i can’t accept what he is, i hold onto the picture.
I will delete the picture. It will feel like betraying him. But for myself, i know i need to betray the him of the past to accept the him of the present. Its hard for me to feel so deeply my own cruelty; how i prefer what he can’t ever be anymore. To expect of him to be what he can’t be anymore.
I wonder, how many times have i hurt him before realizing that the problem is really me? Being accepted because you’re mistaken for someone else; and pretend it is kindness. It is so easy to be the kind person. The cruelty in me runs so wild it even hurts me when i look at it. I wanna run from it. Hide in a safe place.
I will delete the picture. The thought of it breaks my heart. His past self dies, a part of the present me dies.
And to accept myself that whether we meet or not, i will become so intimately close with the doc.
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