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Saturday, 21 August 2010
Monday, 2 August 2010
Golden Goose
This article was sent to me by Hubby some days ago.
Remember the tale of the goose that laid the golden egg? How the owners got greedy and killed the goose to get at what they thought was a horde of golden eggs inside the goose, only to find nothing but goosey guts?
Although the moral of the story is primarily about greed, the writer of that article took another angle, and took the goose, instead of the farmer, to represent individuals with unique talents and abilities. What if, he asks, the goose allowed itself to be victimised? The golden goose that allows itself to waste away.
I'm expanding the theory even further here - what if the goose has already laid its last golden egg, but the farmer is still expecting it to produce wealth? What if you've expended the last drop of your creativity and skills, and have nothing more to offer, but because of this crazy competitive world the farmer keeps urging you on, believing that your glorious past is still present well into the future?
I feel spent. I hope it's just a phase, and that this phase, like the others before it, shall pass.
Remember the tale of the goose that laid the golden egg? How the owners got greedy and killed the goose to get at what they thought was a horde of golden eggs inside the goose, only to find nothing but goosey guts?
Although the moral of the story is primarily about greed, the writer of that article took another angle, and took the goose, instead of the farmer, to represent individuals with unique talents and abilities. What if, he asks, the goose allowed itself to be victimised? The golden goose that allows itself to waste away.
I'm expanding the theory even further here - what if the goose has already laid its last golden egg, but the farmer is still expecting it to produce wealth? What if you've expended the last drop of your creativity and skills, and have nothing more to offer, but because of this crazy competitive world the farmer keeps urging you on, believing that your glorious past is still present well into the future?
I feel spent. I hope it's just a phase, and that this phase, like the others before it, shall pass.
Money money money
What would you spend money on? Assuming you have more than enough stashed away for retirement, would you spend money on material things or life experiences? And would you spend it all on yourself or on your loved ones?
I find myself in a dilemma when I have extra cash in hand. Of course like any other member of the female species I like beautiful clothes, jewellery and luxury items - but another side of me (the side that turned me into an engineer, obviously) will want to rationalise every purchase that I end up not buying them. It's either because I already have something like it or I don't have the space to store it. I really do not mind spending a lot of money on something if I get good mileage out of it and it does not end up cluttering my already limited real estate.
The same goes when I buy stuff for people. By all means my mother and sisters can go shopping on my account, but I have to believe in their cause. Which is why I'd pay for my sister's work clothes but not another one's date outfits. And why I'd fork out a large sum for a new kitchen with additional storage space and new appliances, but not rebuild the wet kitchen as well just because there've always been two kitchens - despite one being totally underutilised except as storage space for items you didn't even know you had. I'd rather spend the money on foodstuff and travelling and good service.
So, where shall I go on holiday as an excuse to buy a beautiful knee-length winter coat from Zara?
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