Out of His Head
"To work without attachment is to work without the expectation of reward or fear of any punishment in this world or the next. Work so done is a means to the end, and God is the end."
-Ramakrishna
During my college tennis days, I had the fortunate experience of competing with and against Christian Dyvik, a man with a montrous forehand, a horrible temper, and lust for American soft drinks. What I will remember most about Christian, was his uncanny ability to consistently get into The Zone when he needed it most. Just when he looked like he had thrown in the towel, Christian would shake his head, curse in Norwegian or say, "I can't believe I am playing this bad," and then give his opponent a pounding that they never saw coming. I don't think Christian will ever be called a "yogi" or an "enlightened one," but he had a absolute genius for being in the moment and focusing on only what was in front in that moment.
Lately, I have been feeling unneccessary stress at work. The conditions at work have not really changed; the people I work with have not changed; but instead of keeping my head in the moment, my mind has gone out to what is due by the end of the day, the end of the week, and the end of the quarter. All the magic that could be created in financial reporting left me, as my focus was on what I had to do, instead of what I was doing in that particular moment.
Thus, I return to the child-like genius that was displayed by one Christian W. Dyvik. While playing, Christian was locked into the point he was playing. A 747 could have crashed on the court next to him, and I don't think he would have noticed. He took care of each ball that came onto his side of the court; in his world, that was the only thing that mattered at that moment. The last one and the next one were illusions; all that he was concerned with was the present.
-Ramakrishna
During my college tennis days, I had the fortunate experience of competing with and against Christian Dyvik, a man with a montrous forehand, a horrible temper, and lust for American soft drinks. What I will remember most about Christian, was his uncanny ability to consistently get into The Zone when he needed it most. Just when he looked like he had thrown in the towel, Christian would shake his head, curse in Norwegian or say, "I can't believe I am playing this bad," and then give his opponent a pounding that they never saw coming. I don't think Christian will ever be called a "yogi" or an "enlightened one," but he had a absolute genius for being in the moment and focusing on only what was in front in that moment.
Lately, I have been feeling unneccessary stress at work. The conditions at work have not really changed; the people I work with have not changed; but instead of keeping my head in the moment, my mind has gone out to what is due by the end of the day, the end of the week, and the end of the quarter. All the magic that could be created in financial reporting left me, as my focus was on what I had to do, instead of what I was doing in that particular moment.
Thus, I return to the child-like genius that was displayed by one Christian W. Dyvik. While playing, Christian was locked into the point he was playing. A 747 could have crashed on the court next to him, and I don't think he would have noticed. He took care of each ball that came onto his side of the court; in his world, that was the only thing that mattered at that moment. The last one and the next one were illusions; all that he was concerned with was the present.
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