Lesson Learnt

In my line of work, there is so much trust needed. Trust that we've got the right insight, trust that we know what we are doing, trust that we know the business and landscape, and trust in our cleverness.

It makes me feel like a surgeon sometimes. You say you've got a pain in your body and feel lousy. I ask for your symptoms, I ask how long you've been suffering, I ask what you've been doing differently, I ask your background. With these information, I make a
diagnosis and we trust I'm right.

Gosh!

Maybe my job is not so life changing or detrimental if we get it wrong. But, the stress behind that kind of trust and belief is humbling. I ask myself why would they listen to someone who is not even running their business?
Is the onus on us, on me to know?
Of course!
But there must be trust that we will do our due diligence.

As I embark on what I see as a turning phase of my work, I sometimes see the stark reality that, these advice, are only as good as the brightest in the team. And on top of it, the commitment that team has on that piece of work and how far they are willing to invest gee time in to do the work.
At the end of it, the person reviewing the idea also, hopefully, has half a brain.

What a convoluted relationship this is!

My Epitaph would read...

I'm not sure actually.

Sitting in a conference today at Shangri La, I was once again shown the determination and grit of entrepreneurs, versus lesser beings like me.

He said after a moment's thoughts - I'd like my epitaph to read: He helped create the best in the industry. Founder and Manager.

It got me to think. What would mine read? I don't know. Do you?

Disassociated

I find myself stepping out of the station today at Raffles Place and thinking - how slow everyone is proceeding. My pace was distinctly out of sync with the other commuters, and I find myself consciously pacing down and shortening my stride.
Strange.
Had I walked too quickly? Or had people slowed down?
At that moment, you know an out of body experience? I kind of felt like I was looking at myself walking and also at the others around me. We have all slowed. There was no rush to the escalator up, no one was pushing that last few steps towards the gantry, no one was adding that extra step to prevent their queues from being cut.
Wait, didn't I just see another lady with the same dress - deja vu? Inwardly, I was glad I didn't get it from Yen three, or was it four, months ago.
Have we somehow become self-less? Have we somehow mindlessly trudged to work day in and out?
Worse, was I, am I, one of them?
 
I looked at the clock I was early. Maybe things are slower at this time. But it was really weird.
It's a peculiarly cold Christmas.

Orbiting .. Orbiting... Orbiting

Sometimes, life events that are so profound can hit you. In that snap and split second, how you react and if you can react, is possibly a test of how human you are.

Maybe, it's good to remember some of the things that have you have gone through and use that as a template. I'll call that, the template of life.

How oxymoronic...