Out of the Box
Memories deserve us as much as we them. I remember the days we confided in each other. Not too long ago -- circa 1995. I am grateful to you for showing me kindness when I did not see how I deserved it. I tried to repay you with my candour, as truly as a younger friend could.
Candour found dedication in the first couple of years we worked together under the same roof. You were the boss. We all knew. In fact we enjoyed your boss-ship. There was something inexplicably charming about it. Meanwhile, my dedication produced profits. You must be happy. I was, being able to repay your kindness tangibly.
Today, I learnt from a coach that in those days we were out-of-the-box with each other. In layman terms, we simply saw eye to eye with each other's perspectives. You were trusting; I was supportive and unquestioning.
Then we went in-the-box with each other; we clashed. Once, twice...enough to lose heart.
At the end of the day, I think hardly anyone likes to see us in this state. I do not think you relish in the status quo. Neither do I. Unless, of course, the irrational voice in us prompts us to find continued reason to be adversarial, so that we justify being bitter with each other. The blame flame, I call it, fanned by our evil twin.
We can put a stop to this, simply by searching ourselves. I have also found The Arbinger Institute's "Way of Being" very helpful in coming to terms with myself, and you. Maybe you would like to try Arbinger out?
In any event, I owe you my thanks for those pleasant out-of-the-box days. Whether I have repaid your kindness, it remains that you treated me well as a person then. I was alive to you. The feelings were mutual. Hence it is only logical to yearn to relive those days, whether as reality in future, or as memories.
Thank you for being kind.
Candour found dedication in the first couple of years we worked together under the same roof. You were the boss. We all knew. In fact we enjoyed your boss-ship. There was something inexplicably charming about it. Meanwhile, my dedication produced profits. You must be happy. I was, being able to repay your kindness tangibly.
Today, I learnt from a coach that in those days we were out-of-the-box with each other. In layman terms, we simply saw eye to eye with each other's perspectives. You were trusting; I was supportive and unquestioning.
Then we went in-the-box with each other; we clashed. Once, twice...enough to lose heart.
At the end of the day, I think hardly anyone likes to see us in this state. I do not think you relish in the status quo. Neither do I. Unless, of course, the irrational voice in us prompts us to find continued reason to be adversarial, so that we justify being bitter with each other. The blame flame, I call it, fanned by our evil twin.
We can put a stop to this, simply by searching ourselves. I have also found The Arbinger Institute's "Way of Being" very helpful in coming to terms with myself, and you. Maybe you would like to try Arbinger out?
In any event, I owe you my thanks for those pleasant out-of-the-box days. Whether I have repaid your kindness, it remains that you treated me well as a person then. I was alive to you. The feelings were mutual. Hence it is only logical to yearn to relive those days, whether as reality in future, or as memories.
Thank you for being kind.
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