(6-365) Inspiration

I have to say,  writing a blog every day is kind of nice.

At Saks today, I had lunch with my co-worker Luis, Adrianne, Delia, and Johanna.  Luis is from Colombia,  he is about 40, short, bold,  gay, very friendly.  Adrianne is 25, tall, 5,10, blond, blue eyes, very pleasant and very friendly.  Johanna is about 25, she is from Ecuador, very nice, and Delia, she is from Portugal,  48, thin, with a very nice personality.    We were talking about how evil Saks was by hiring all those people.  Everyone was very happy that I wrote a simple letter to the Union president explaining him our situation and our frustration that nothing was being done about it.  My co-workers were shocked to see how fast the union responded to my email.  Our president already set up two important meetings to try to solve the situation so we can make more money.

This was very inspiring.   For many months,  what our department did was to adopt a victim's mentality by  kicking, screaming and complain one another  about our frustrations.  But as soon as I wrote that letter, things began to happen.

In addition,   we also talked about inspiration.    Luis had mentioned that how he liked to help the homeless by working in soup kitchens, and feeding the poor.  We had a minor argument because  I told him that the best way to help the poor was not to do any of that, but find a way to inspire them to get help themselves. I told Luis I wasn't trying to criticize him or make a point that what he was doing was not valuable,  but that when we feed people,  we are not doing nothing.  He couldn't help but to reluctantly agree with me.

If you feed the poor,  they will be hungry the next day.  If you teach them how to get food for themselves, that's a different ball game.  Sort of like saying  welfare checks don't help people, schools do.

Everybody assumes that when the poor are fed, a good is being done.  But the opposite is true.  Assumption is a terrible thing.  We all do it.   I have the terrible habit of assuming that people understand me even though I am not perfectly clear with them.  Like, when you expect people close to you know that you love them, even though you don't call them, text them, or visit them.  The whole day passed and I didn't call my mom, my father, my sister, my daughter, my brothers, my friends, etc.  The whole day just flew by and I didn't have any sort of contact with anyone,  nobody.  Has this happened to you?

I once heard that animals don't know that they are mortal beings.  We humans know that we die,  but behave as though we had all the time in the world.  We think we are never going to die; at least we like to think so.  We are always procrastinating.

Inspiration is better than motivation.  To be motivated,  we need an outside stimuli.  Inspiration comes from within.