He said, "don't do your best...". The class fell silent as though the Professor spewed expletives. We almost couldn't believe our ears the "advice" given by an educator. "Just do what you can" he added. Perhaps we are so used to the If I rest, I rust kind of ethos. A tinge of guilt emerges even while taking a break is unsurprising.
What's the best? When's good enough? When you put care into your work and the world hated it, is it still good work? How do you know it's good without receiving affirmation? When do we stop working? Is try a weak word?
The Professor doesn't mean not to give your 100% in work but to know your strengths and shortcomings. My spirit and flesh live like separate entity. The spirit persists but the flesh is weak. Tug-o-war begins, I dread. I know I could have done more but if the body weakens further, the spirit will be defeated. I can't let it happen. They must learn to synergise and think win-win. Otherwise, that means being in a clinical care programme for a longer time.
What's the best? When's good enough? When you put care into your work and the world hated it, is it still good work? How do you know it's good without receiving affirmation? When do we stop working? Is try a weak word?
The Professor doesn't mean not to give your 100% in work but to know your strengths and shortcomings. My spirit and flesh live like separate entity. The spirit persists but the flesh is weak. Tug-o-war begins, I dread. I know I could have done more but if the body weakens further, the spirit will be defeated. I can't let it happen. They must learn to synergise and think win-win. Otherwise, that means being in a clinical care programme for a longer time.
~learn.unlearn.relearn~
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