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Someone once asked how Adam and Eve knew what to do while attempting to have sex. I said, how do new born babies know to suckle?

A few days ago at work I was attempting to sum a row of figures manually with a calculator. After minutes of mechanically punching figures, ticking cells with a pen and scrolling to the next with my finger, I paused. How exactly was I doing this again? I asked myself. What was the sequence: Did I tick first, hold down with my finger before tapping out the numbers on my calculator; or was it the number first, tick and movement with my fingers? I shuffled the various possible sequence in my mind for a while before admitting to myself I was confused and started over!

Now how often do we stop to second guess our rhythm? How often do we pause to unravel something that has worked (somehow) for so long, and then one day we try to make sense of it? If we’re unlucky we’ll totally lose it, end up confused, expend energy, waste time and start all over again. And for what really? We simply refused to trust ourselves.

There’s an obvious role the brain plays in the human body. Aside cognitive functions, it’s also responsible for muscle coordination. The human brain has been used as a blueprint for many items of modern technology, ranging from computers to memory chips. I trust my phone to vomit whatever music has been downloaded months from today. I trust my lap top to run numbers and produce answers in a matter of seconds. What this tells me is that I can also trust my brain to understand a sequence the first few seconds I initiate it AND coordinate my muscles to imitate that pattern even when my mind is tuned off.

It’s amazing how that simple, perfect function of the brain is so easily forgotten.

When I visited the town I inhabited while growing up over a decade after moving away, I wasn’t sure I’d remember my way around. I was not certain of the routes, the narrow bush paths we’d marked out as kids. I couldn’t trust myself to even locate the homes of my childhood friends. Until I stepped off the bus, tuned of my thinking cap and just moved. The result was remarkable. I remembered everything… or at least my brain did. While I obsessed over my abject lack of a sense of geography, this wonder of the human body pulled out old dusty files from the archives and simply coordinated my movement. It’s a lot like being on cruise control.

Today it’s easy to remind myself not to obsess over things and fret. There is an obvious danger in over-thinking and over-analyzing: You could lose everything. Now, I simply tune off and trust my brain to work it out.

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I was thinking about the circle of life. Like that time in The Lion King when Mufasa told Simba all life is connected. We know that the larger predatory animals feed on the smaller ones. The herbivores eat grass. And the grass feeds on the dead, decaying corpse of both predators and prey. Circle of life.

There’s also Pocahontas, another Disney classic. That song, Colours of the Wind. I love the line that says, “But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew you never knew.”

And that’s the whole point, isn’t it? As humans we are connected at a primal level to the earth that sustains us and to one another. We were formed from dirt. We will return to dirt. We feed from the bowels of the earth. And when we go, we’ll become food for the earth too. We exist in a community where we receive from one another and give, too.

I believe that man isn’t just a being, he’s a body giving off energy. We interact with the elements in our environment, feeding off it and releasing– either positive or negative energy– into it. When we absorb too much negativity, we often to tend to give that back. Likewise, when we absorb positive energy, we also give that back. We emit whatever charge we take in most. I’ve learned that we can give only what we’ve received. So when we give love, it’s because we understand love. And we understand love because we’ve been shown love.

The world is built on connection. Connection to the earth. Connection to the elements. Connection to one another. Connection to our maker.

Perhaps all of these serve to remind us that we cannot exist on our own. We need sustenance which is provided to us, but we also need to nurture that which sustains us so that we learn never to take anything for granted.

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There is very little inevitability in life. Death is not one of them—or at the very least I don’t think it one. Still there are situations and circumstances that invariably occur and are incapable of being avoided. These manifest themselves in varying phases of our lives, businesses and relationship with one another.

In business, we know this as truth because every firm interacts with the environment and this in itself is dynamic, ever-changing, bringing with each spin opportunities and risks. How this is managed will dictate the life and/or death of the business.

In life it manifests as choices. We say change is inevitable because man is always, at some point or the other in his life, faced with choices. We assume by rational theory that every man will choose the better circumstance, but we also have to consider other factors like behavioural patterns—for all we know he could be addicted to nicotine and smoke a ton, so we know this man will choose a cigarette, rather than none even though it could lead to an increased chance of cancer.

In our relationships we cannot refute the obvious truth that emotions and self-interests affect our desire for the next person—either in relationships of a romantic sort or just plain community. A person will by virtue of shared interests wish to be with one group of people who share similar interests, to one that doesn’t. This is in spite of another truth that man is a social being. One woman could choose to love one man who has her already emotionally vested, but that is not to say that a marriage is inevitable, because choice in itself rules out a definite future.

If we all knew exactly what tomorrow held, then we could say that our futures are already set in stone, and of course, would make the idea of living a terribly boring chore. But we don’t because every choice made is a stone cast in the river that is life, creating a ripple effect.

There is one inevitable: choice, always affected by the things we desire which changes with each change in our level of awareness.

There is one inevitable: growth, physical or emotional. It could be up and forward, or down and backward. You decide.

There is one inevitable: love, because that is what we search for at every turn. Acceptance. Community. Trust.

But death isn’t. For even when the body dies, the soul lives on. Our legacy lives on. Our name lives on. And the footprints we leave behind, like a stone cast in the river, creates a ripple in the lives of those we touched.


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