Ordinary?

Posted on December 16, 2018 by Prabhat Sinha , One of Thousands of Business Coaches on Noomii.

An opinion of the ordinary can range from poor to passé….

When reflected against how the benchmarks of more or less than ordinary sets a whole box of weighing machine in our mind, often I may wonder if I have compromised the more sensitive discrimination of the worth of a person for an opinionated dissection of the individual.

What if I meet someone next with the view to see what unique skills, talent or worthiness that person has in them, I am more likely to strike a valuable relationship than go back carrying an analysed definition of how I saw him. That may not be easy, as I may then be required to given in my fixed patterns of seeing how they talk, they sit, and they respond; their articulation, their charisma or their attire beyond the physical dress. I am then more likely to see the subject that the person carries. And that I guess would be the substance that would hold the longer term.

The awe or the woe set such strong boundaries and build formatted patterns that I stay with the expression and miss the subject that expresses. The awe of an individual lays such enormous pressure on another to perform – in a way, for a purpose, and to deliver. As much as turning my breaking ice with another into a burden of responsibility.

Most often, in awe I lose the person and set a distance that turns a mirror over time. Woe may be contrary to awe in its literal, but cast in the real, it is not any better or worse. In woe, I decline before I get an opportunity to see, and that declination sets another burden of regime in me.

Over time the magnified version of categorising people may drive me as an automated machinery of sorts – weighing the awe and the woe, turning and tossing between ifs and the buts; or playing the go or the no go.

Why so much when a simpler sensory perception exists in me to see beyond and strike the chord. Either it will or that won’t. At least I don’t go back carrying another load on my shoulder. As an ordinary man, I will also have the rare capacity to learn the awe and strike out the woe. And in ordinary, the way up cannot be another than extraordinary.