When you think of the word “significance,” what comes into your mind? Do you equate significance with self-worth? Pleasing your figures of authority? Money? Wealth? A thriving career?
Who Moved My Cheese: The Cliff’s Notes! (Part 1)
Finally, after quite some time, I give you the Cliff’s Notes for “Who Moved My Cheese”!
MY cheese was moved quite so often lately, so I apologize for delivering this only now..
Last post, I had talked about Who Moved My Cheese in a general way. Today, I will give you a Cliff’s Notes version of Who Moved My Cheese. No, I won’t give you spoilers on the parable itself. But I will give you the main principles of the book. If you want to enjoy the childlike beauty of the Who Moved My Cheese parable, you better grab the book for yourself.
So, ready for a few life-changing lessons now?
The Search for Significance: Is Your Worth In Your “Stuff?”
There is one thing that saddens me about our generation, and this is the seemingly extreme materialism that we have. A generation back, our parents had toiled in order for us to experience the comforts that they themselves have missed out on. But today, the average yuppie works… To buy the next iPod, the next digicam, the latest and greatest laptop.
While there is totally nothing wrong with being able to enjoy the fruits of one’s labor, and for all I know, like in my country, these young adults deserve their creature comforts too, because these young ones are the type who actually support their families or siblings, and put them through college.
But there is something wrong when people focus all their energies on these “creature comforts.” Then there is something grossly wrong when people even turn to credit cards in order to fuel these wants.
The Search for Significance: An Intro
My own journey for my search for significance started in high school, when I would challenge my teachers about the purpose of needing to study Algebra, or Calculus, or some other such subject that didn’t seem to be important to real life, the one that people live after college.
Resting Ain’t Bad For Ya
It is not good for man to be overworked.
I had made the mistake of overworking myself for one whole week monthly then be depressed and exhausted for three weeks a month, in the past. Then just right now, after having my mid-work Quiet Time (after finishing my February BlogSearchEngine.com posts), I read from 1 Kings 19:7:
“Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you.”
The context is 1 Kings 19:1-18, where Elijah fled from Jezebel’s* wrath. Elijah was given food twice. After he was given food the first time, he “lay down again,” then the angel woke him up again to feed him a second time.
For the past two days, I had done nothing but cook for people, hang out with them, and clean my room. I woke up loathing myself a bit, because it seemed like I wasn’t doing anything right, because I had started my workweek on a Wednesday, as always.
But this verse vindicated me, because I felt that God was telling me to cut myself some slack; I did have a rough season, after all, and I did need a couple of days to kick back. The two-time feeding was significant to me, because I did not work for two days straight. Coincidence?
But anyway, to all the OC (obsessive-compulsive), Bree Van deKamp types out there, this would be another reason for you to wash your hands again with 70 proof Ethyl Alcohol: any form of rest seems to be abhorrent to the perfectionistic yet overworked woman of the New Millennium. But then, I may well be overstating things. As for me, I take comfort in these verses… And the knowledge that God rested on the 7th day. :p
*Jezebel is the wife of King Ahab of Israel in the Old Testament. She is the former Sidonian Princess who led Israel into Baal worship.