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What kind of Captain are you? (and what kind of boat are you on)

The word “captain” comes from the latin word caput meaning “head”; anything that you do using your head, assuming you are the sole master of your thoughts and actions, literally makes you a captain!

And no captain is a captain without a ship: weather it be your company or a relationship: anything in your life that has a direction and needs guidance is a vessel.

The Row-Boat

Sometimes you find yourself on a row-boat, its mostly about strength, stamina, endurance and momentum. Passengers are mostly dead weight if they cannot help, and if they do help, they are only “helpful” if you are in perfect sync, otherwise they could be pejorative. Outside conditions have a direct impact on you, even a small current shift can make your life much harder or easier, depending on your direction. You can go quite a bit on a row boat, but the speed and distance you can travel on it is very limited, on the other hand it builds muscles and experience about the sea and even if you are thrown overboard its easy to jump back on it. Agility is a big issue, you get immediate feedback on your turns but its cumbersome and slow to change direction, so you need to have a very clear idea where you are going from the start, draw a straight line and almost never look “back” but for small adjustments.

The row-boat is what’s given to you as a birth right. The beauty of it is that no one can take that away from you. It’s easy to fix, even to rebuilt when it is totally trashed. The row-boat is what should give you the confidence that even when you hit rock bottom, you always have what’s needed to come back afloat and go wherever you chose to.

The Motor Boat

The motor boat is an adventure, a thrill, a passion. It’s about finding all the fuel you can find and navigating through different islands mostly undiscovered in search for a treasure sketched on a map that is far from perfect. Coming in different sizes and speeds, motor boats are very agile, very fast and manageable. To be enjoyed with friends or like minded people but does not allow for too many. Not suited for higher seas or very long trips, they are the perfect means for short and tricky journeys. Reflexes at high speed are key on those rides, they easily tip off and once they do the engine is bust. Intuition and vision are other skills the captain of such vessels shall require: the burn rate is high and finding fuel in the middle of the sea is quite often a challenging task.

The motor boat is a start-up, an entrepreneurial endeavour, being personal or business: it’s about having a dream and chasing after it with a mighty force of will. It’s about discipline and learning or more likely applying that learning towards the achievement of a goal. The motor boat is the spark, it’s fun and easy to ride but it’s mostly short in lifetime. It is not very stable and does not do well against storms or unexpected conditions or obstacles. The beauty is that turning it around is very fast and easily done, as long as you can see that obstacle in due time. Read more…

When Atlas Wants to Shrug…

Freedom is a tricky word, it is very subjective, its a shape-shifter perpetually changing identity.

Sometimes its just a way of being, so romantic and courageous, sometimes its a revolt, a revolution, a declaration of independence, a country, a job. Sometimes its a house with a view, sometimes a word, sometimes a song. It can be a smile, a kiss, a stroll in the park, a juicy wonderful steak. Its sometimes a book, a movie, a name… But at the end its just a word.

We live in a world with lots of illusions, the biggest illusion is freedom! We have no difference from the world depicted in the Matrix:

Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can’t win. It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

I find myself asking the same questions again and again. Different circumstances, same questions, sometimes it makes me want to puke…

There are several wars you can attend to, but not all are clean and you can’t win them all. A saying says:

Never wrestle with a pig-you both get dirty but the pig likes it!

Another says:

Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level and beat you with experience!

Well its sometimes hard to run away from getting dirty and from being beaten down. Its also true though that every war bares a lesson, and every lesson has a price. The price makes you want to shrug and give up on the world you have built on your shoulders, and life seems so pointless and in vain.

So why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

Because I choose to.

Sadok Kohen

for Sam