The Taskmaster

It is endlessly intriguing to me how the systems we put into place to help keep us organized almost always end up getting in our way at some point. The loyalty and reliance we build upon them, even unconsciously, can lead us to an often blind worship of the systems themselves, and thus, the process becomes more important than the result.

That which was created to support the creator becomes a cold taskmaster. The work itself shifts to focus on maintaining the process, flipping all logic and purpose for said process. It becomes a dangerous, unproductive farce that spits in the face of its conception, but it cannot, in any way, take responsibility for it.

Because it is always our fault for letting it devolve.

And that is the base of the problem. We are not static beings, and our systems cannot be static. That is the wall I have been hitting, and it has been almost embarrassingly easy to break through once I realized what I was doing wrong.

I had created an excellent system. It was amazing. I loved it. It worked so well, for such a long time, that I wanted to stick with it even after I started to feel that it was due for a change. I became a slave to the system itself, as all of humanity has done and will do for the foreseeable future.

But like all humanity, I have an opportunity to break out of my own depleted systems. I have spoken about adaptation so many times here, it's a wonder I did not immediately consider the fact that I was being too stringent. And truly, the old systems do not die, they are simply adjusted; fine tuned to the needs of the time. They should be reshaped as many times as needed. I only need to be willing to give them the one thing they need. The one thing we all need.

Don't put it in a box and expect it to work forever: no part of the universe is static, why then would the intangibles be?