Your Life
All for one in a world of individuals
CHARLIE GRIFFITHS thinks about all the parts that seem to come together to make the whole system work properly.
Recently, I complained to my doctor that I had a toothache, blocked sinuses, sore eyes and migraine.
She said, “Charlie, it’s all in your head”.
That got me thinking. It is all in my head. How I feel emotionally, physically, socially and professionally is a response to external stimuli.
Countless people can be simultaneously exposed to the same stimulus but everyone’s response will be unique.
Imagine a famous politician making an outrageously stupid public statement and millions of people responding with exactly the same comment. There would be no debate, no passion, no possibility of change.
Social media would shut down and AI would disappear into its own disruptive orifice.
Spring is a hit for billions of birds all bent on building their own nest and rearing their special young. How funny would it be if a thousand cockies all tried to set up home on the same branch fork on a single tree.
As it is, disputes abound, always resolved quickly with no malice, and many trees enjoy the company of chatty chicks for the season.
As I drive by the ocean of almond blossom along the Murray Valley, resembling an endless pink and white surf breaking on a red shoreline, I imagine the whole complement of millions of honey bees all converging on a single blossom.
Step closer (I’m not allergic to bee stings or pollen) and nearly every flower gets individual treatment by a dedicated pollination specialist.
I marvel at the politeness and cooperation of the drones, unflustered as they go about their hectic rounds.
Individuality is what makes the collective work. We each have a role and for the production to be successful, we must be true to our own script.
I have just returned from the open-air funeral service for old mate Pratty who was the epitome of the ‘loveable larrikin’.
Pratty was truly one of a kind. He did it his own way, in his own time, always with a joke at hand and never shying away from a bit of good-natured banter.
The publican maintained a stock of a specific dark beer that only Pratty drank every night up until a couple of days before vacating his seat at the head of the bar.
Our town has a population of 400 and it was soul-stirring to see well over 100 admirers see him off in style.
Many of Pratty’s pub family toasted his life with a graveside stubby of the horrible black ink that had sustained him for many years.
A whole town united with respect, appreciation and admiration for a single bloke doing his own thing.
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Charlie Griffiths is a certified life coach and Neuro Linguistic Programming practitioner dedicated to helping fellow professionals thrive with a chronic disease or serious injury.
