Getting over the bar
I guess I have too much time on my hands. I have been sitting here, reflecting on some of the tests put before me in life that I did not complete. In high school there was the pole vault and I never managed to clear that bar. I think that I came to a realization why no one on the street carried a pole. There were better ways to get around barriers. Similarly once the famous rubik cube was available to purchase I bought into the game. I played with the toy and managed to solve 1 face at a time but the idea of actually completing six faces seemed insurmountable. And so I purchased a solution book and I learned that all I was doing was sorting. Useful for laundry but not much else. I put the toy aside. I have had other things in life there were similar. I completed all the tasks I set for myself in academia. I received those coveted degrees which I never hung on my wall. I think they’re in the bottom of a drawer someplace. At the time they were goals but once I came within reach the value decreased. There are other things to learn and that’s what I did. I am not going to make a list of all the things that I tried and did not complete to my own standard. Some things are best left unlisted. But I listened to her podcast talking about meritocracy in universities. The one place where many are called but few are chosen. And it turns out that there, two, there is a game being played. The schools do not want everyoneq to be included because it hurts their standing. If you told an incoming student that he was being accepted because of that arcane rule he would probably walk away as well. So back to the pole vault. Have you ever asked yourself why you cannot buy a pole for love nor money in the local hardware store, well there is a reality all the best poles are used for fishing.
