October 26, 2010 § 1 Comment
The Free Online Dictionary states that resourceful is “Able to act effectively or imaginatively, especially in difficult situations.”
My journal entries on resourcefulness were all part of a fictional story I came up with. The story unfolds from a man living alone in the forest in a makeshift home he built himself. He is thinking of how he came to be hiding alone in the forest, and the story is told from those memories.
We learn he was the ruler of an empire at one point, and that he had started from humble beginnings. His ambition was ignited when he read a quote (not taken from anything, just made up for the story) in a philosophical scroll. Here is hte quote:
“To build an empire is a surprisingly trivial endeavor. It requires only three things.
The first is Resources, in the form of Men and Material.
The second is Motivation, in both the Men and their Leaders. The Motivation can be anything Men would die for; among that countless number lies Greed, Fear, Loyalty, Religion, Resentment and a Vision of Hope. This Motivation does not need to exist in the majority of the Herd, just sprinkled among them and in the Shepherds driving them.
Which brings us to our third and most important component: Leadership. Behind the rise of every empire you will find great men, or – as in most cases – a single great Leader. This Leader needs no more than this: unyielding Determination, a capacity for both Kindness and Cruelty (or the ability to simulate them), and an inherent Resourcefulness.
All else is merely details.”
I had a lot of fun writing the story and hope to continue it so as it is not nearly done!.
Alright, begin philosophical ramblings.
Resourceful and creative have a similar meaning to them. But resourceful is a different type of creativity. It is more like the ability to apply creativity in useful ways, to more immediate problems. You can be very creative, but coming up with a hundred impossible ideas to crossing a deep river gets you nowhere. A resourceful person would creatively use the resources at hand to make a feasible solution.
I would like to think that I am resourceful. I do tend more to the creative rather than resourceful side, as the majority of my ideas are often ludicrous. However, usually a few work out pretty well, which is a good thing since I am planning on going into engineering. In order to make it through adolescence you have to have some measure of resourcefulness. Juggling 3 major assignments requires a resourceful use of time, energy, and sanity.
I guess resourcefulness is both a trait and a skill learned. During childhood we do not need to be resourceful, because all of our difficulties are smoothed down by our parents. But as we enter adolescence we begin to take control/responsibility of our actions, and so have to deal with consequences. Learning resourcefulness is both learning to be efficient and to be realistically creative.
Perhaps the best definition for resourcefulness (for this trend of thinking) is “the quality of being able to cope with a difficult situation.” Rather fitting for our class discussions, don’t you think?
October 26, 2010 § 2 Comments
First entry: There are all types of adventure. As I journal I will attempt to assemble a list of these types of adventure.
Ninth type of adventure entry: The adventure of hiding emotions.
Have you ever hid your feeling from someone else? Of course you have, everyone does. It can be surprisingly easy. It can also be for a variety of reasons:
- You don’t want to appear too emotional
- You don’t want to appear happy when someone else is sad
- You don’t want to cause unnecessary drama
- You don’t feel like talking about your inner thoughts
- You don’t agree with what your emotions are saying
- And there are many more…
Eleventh adventure type entry: The adventure of listing adventures.
This is an adventure that is endless because everything is an adventure. Anything in life can be counted as an adventure. Just look a all my other types of adventure entries:
- The adventure of trying new food
- The adventure of getting out the house on time
- The adventure of falling asleep
- The adventure of doing homework in for another class in a different class
- The adventure of getting a drastic haircut
- The adventure of flying on a plane
- The adventure of doodling
- The adventure of driving while being blinded by the sun
- The adventure of thinking deeply
- The adventure of catching falling leaves
- The adventure of tripping over nothing
- The adventure of teaching someone to read
- The adventure of realizing it is holiday cups at Starbucks time
- The list continues…
Everything that ever happens is an adventure; from the small tiny details of a day, to momentous occasions. They are all added to the list of adventures.
October 25, 2010 § 2 Comments
My childhood was far from normal, but fabulous nonetheless. The early years were like a combination of “Models Inc.”, “Gilmore Girls”, “Golden Girls” and a really bad Woody Allen movie. I grew up in a large house with my mother, great grandmother and a slew of colorful characters also lived with us. A fair amount of my childhood was spent on set either with my flamboyant manny while my mother shot commercials and TV shows or while I modeled the latest fashions for Macys or shot commercials for packaged snack foods or video games. I, like most children, only knew what I experienced therefore I thought these experiences were normal. By the time I turned four I had done dozens of ads and took on a new role as a kindergartner. I attended Washington Open Elementary School, a small parent participation school that boasted an impressive 15:1 student to school yard chicken ratio. Washington Open was a strange place that had a profound impact on who I am today. We had an average 30 field trips per year. Which was pretty cool except for the ones that involved actual torture. Many of these trips were like that reality show where the kids had to rule their own western town without any adult aid. We were often required to attend school in elaborate costumes to enhance our learning experience. I spent all of fourth grade speaking in nautical terminology and, like I said before, I thought all children were required to do so. I would frequently miss school to work, which was fine by me. When I went to middle school I was legitimately freaked out that we were required to wear uniforms rather than homemade prairie outfits and that we couldn’t call our teachers by their first names. We went on 1-3 field trips per year and only spoke in normal English (no nautical terms). For the first time in my life I thought that things were abnormal, I missed the weirdness.