I guess
many knows them here. These are raised and developed since we were
born, cared, hugged and loved. It changed and was modeled when we
went to school and that served us when we went to work. Money, power
and several sort of human pleasures added some mood to our reward
system.
I
remember many things of childhood. Some are not nightmares visiting
me each day, because I acknowledged those things I
made wrong and those that were done by someone who also failed. I'm
not the only part who is responsible for the good -and evil facts-
that shaped my life. I should be more responsible for my loved ones,
my children, and other's children too.
My reward
system knows whom I like, what things I like and don't and -of
course- money is on top of those cheap things we can be giving others
to nurture (and shape) their reward system.
My
daughter is on a new life stage. She thinks she is beautiful,
desirable, date-able and strong. I'm trying to help her, but she is
just where the “help” she wants is out is my hand (and I'm out of
her priorities in her reward system). She is where she takes and
misses what she thinks best, but I will not stop giving her some
advices, I will try to coach as much as I can, and I know she is
strong willed (somehow stubborn).
I know my
son's visceral reward system. They're enjoying what I try my daughter
avoid, as long as I see viscerality is not good out of marriage.
Those brothers I have are very well known and sought (and demanded)
and, of course, they have no ears to hear what I'm trying to say:
Don't use ladies, don't
abuse those who love you; but I have no control on their
life, I'm not a cop to watch what they do in their privacy (and out
of my reach).
I'm being
rude to tell Joy those risks she could sort out when knowing most of
those guys who would pretend her loving are just seeking the same
thing my sons do with other girls in those neighborhoods I don't
know.
Reward
systems are too egotic, too self-poised (erotic and stubborn).
The
school helped us to be the persons we are. That social interaction
helped us to be the one we liked and those one we hate having been.
There we shaped the good and the evil we know know. We had a reward
system there that helped us to be the ones we are now.
Did you
like history, science or arts? Those grades we received pushed our
ego to seek what we liked and, later on, those likes helped us to get
money instead of the approval (and social recognition) grades gave us
in childhood at several schools.
My mother
is not that one who would come to hug you and say: “I
love you”. But if you just give her a bag of milk power
(or coffee) she will be happy and honestly thankful, because her
reward system is alive (and kicking) at her 73. Ha! Ha!
Some of
us knew differently how each personal reward system works. Mine could
be too hedonistic, while others are so stoic and holier than many (or
few).
Some
persons “modeled” their reward system into a compulsion. Some do
like to change how their life looks like, other do like to move and
change their furniture or the paint color in their houses, but other
keep on cleaning the house the whole day and get annoyed when they
feel “nobody helps them
clean the house”. Have you heard that?
Perhaps
you are the owner of the entire house -at least a single room- and
those persons come inside your room (your life) to try to change your
whole world... Wee!
It is
their compulsion, their reward system asking you to get involved in
those things you don't like, you don't need or have bypassed largely,
for months or years.
Some of
them, needing some sort of daily achievement, will ask you to remove
the trash can THEY SAY it's in the kitchen, your bedroom, or the
backyard (but their closet -and drawers- are full of useless stuff,
clothing they will never use again, and they are unwilling to give
the needy outside that “home”).
I
remember some of my ex-wife's tiny compulsion (now). When she cleaned
my space, she made me live a mess. I'm messy, but I got lost when
she moved my things out of where “I knew” I left some papers and
things. It was so disturbing that I moved to the next floor on the
same house we've built and, when we sold it to move to the
countryside, I moved twice to avoid her compulsions... Ha! Ha! That
did not make me to be a wanderer (I already was) But I was a homie
being who loved the order I gave my life, particularly when I
had my own room, at the apartment my brother Alain and I knew as
home, as long as we lived with my dad's mother and her family.
Mónica,
on the contrary, did the same chores, but often asked me permission
to move my messy things and I often did THAT JOB with her and -her
whole life- richly blessed my messy life (I'm not perfect, but
Mónica's life gave me those lessons I needed to improve my reward
system).
I'm happy
now!
I became
somewhat over-sharer here (as often) and stopped to think on the
blessing God has given me (to enforce and develop my reward system).
The family where I grew up, the things I did, the persons I like (and
dislike) served me to get the place where I am, the man I am, and the
person I could be.
Deep
inside me I laughed (hiding some tears you won't see). I guess these
words could useless, unnecessary, but I write to balance “the
compulsion” I feel to give, to share, to say: “I
have lived” and I know my children won't read these
words now, and I want to give them some written support to
keep in them the memory that I love -and loved- them forever.
These
years went so fast. I removed myself from the home I thought I could
build close to their life, but my life was a mess with their mother,
and I could live a life like that. She is not a monster!
Otherwise, I wouldn't have touched her as she touched my life and
mind. But we don't belong (and that ended up).
We, as
human, having an unique and particular reward system, must know who
we are before approaching people. We are not made as a puzzle, but we
are puzzled for things (and persons) we cling, liked or tried to get
inside our personal reward system.
Have you
hugged your children and wife?
Have you
told them you love them for free, for the persons they are
(telling them how you see them or how you thought they were)?
Reward
system has to be enforced (for the good you like and for those
things you would like to see).
School
gave us good grades on history, psychology, Spanish or English...
Those good grades gave us some popularity, some social recognition
and “friends” tagged along; but those things served us to be the
person we wanted to be, the ones we are now, and gave us the needed
information we're using to be the persons we want to be.
Jobs gave
us money, as a reward (instead of good grades) and that served us to
buy things we thought we needed and to buy stuff we believed others
needed. Money is a reward system enforcer (pain also teaches) and its
value is above above those grades we received at schools.
Money
will not serve you to buy love, but to enforced those things you
would like to receive (and see). Social approval cannot be bought by
money (not by good grades) but it gives you the recognition some
people may think they need to get things their personal achievement
is missing or wanting.
I have
seen some persons want to buy love and social recognition with money.
Good grades were sought at school to get people's attention, social
recognition, but those things never said who you really are, the
person who is inside the clothing you wear as a mask.
Your
deeds speaks louder than your words and words can be used to get
social recognition, good grades and money also, but God's approval is
above anything. You can buy the world, but the world can sell you as
a simple stuff in the social market.
Anyone
can be deceived by the world and its reward system.
Society
can label you the way they think, or the way you want them to label
you. You can buy your “good grades” with anything you have
to offer: money, sex, hard work, etc., but glory is bought with
sacrifice, honoring God instead of any human (or woman).
Worldly
reward system can be “cracked” by lies, but God's cannot not:
There's the example of Jesus Christ.
I'm not
concerned about eternity. In fact, I'm not over-concerned for
anything, but I'd like to teach my kids to acknowledge God instead of
this world reward system. If I were not sure He is not the Person I
know He is, I would not try to say a word; but my children are not
completely deaf, same as yours (in fact, some of us were spiritually
deaf and blind, and some people words -and their works- reached us,
somehow).
I hope my
children love God instead of any world reward system they might find
soon.
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