Contribution

The realisation that how a situation is envisioned compared to the stark reality of it often leaves one disillusioned.  The movie that plays out in the mind, the storyboard that we often base our decisions on, seems to have been produced, directed and scripted by someone who has been high on some potent narcotic, that nobody even knows the name of, when compared to reality and reality is a humbler of man.

It is humbling to realise that whatever we do whether or not it has been done before or not that we can only do this because of the contribution and generosity of others.  How much do we rely on what others have contributed to make ourselves a success whether or not we find it palatable? This very blog, everything about it, is a contribution by others and mine a mere humble arrangement of words trying to get your attention.

How is it possible then that if our contribution is dependent on the contribution and generosity of others that arrogance has become so prevalent?  An arrogance that presumes that the contribution is unique and better than the very contribution it relies on.  Is not the contribution of others merely a platform that allows us to contribute?  

Leaders in business often fail to realise that their positions are made possible by the contribution to others, no matter how small, from the tea lady to the brightest most productive and innovative individual.  And every contribution, irrespective of its perceived value, is much more precious than all the wealth in the world because in contributing the individual has not only contributed in action but also in time and off these time is the most precious.

Time is a gift and every life has been afforded a measure. To some the measure is imperceptible and for others, so much, they seem to linger on for ever.  No matter what the measure it is priceless and no amount of wealth, not even if the entire universe were ransomed,  can increase the measure beyond its allocation nor delay its expiration.

Is all contribution equal, not quite.  It depends on the intention behind the contribution.  If the intent of the contribution is self serving than the outcome of such contribution is selfish and such contribution adds little or no value and in extreme cases leads to destruction. When contribution is selfless than the contribution becomes additive and its value is priceless as it establishes a platform for others to contribute.

As for me I am still trying to get over the disillusionment ;-)

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