Short passage by me, inspired after reading "Outliers" by Malcolm Gladwell.
Curse of the Outliers
What we are good at, is also our curse. Because we are destined to defend our knowledge of the subject matter and not deny any chance to flaunt it. Though we dread the drudgery associated with the routine, our pride and ego does not deny any glory and gladly soak ourselves in bath of compliments and praises.
The time we spend, trying to be better at what we do, is acknowledged and through the hours committed, we are qualified by our peers. What we are good at, which defines us, must motivate us to overcome routine drudgery. Lighting candles in the dark, One flame at a time. Looking forward, It will always look bleak. Look back once in a while, And it will motivate you to keep moving forward.
Today is Friday 5th August 2016.
Sultan Murad IV, the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire from 1623-1640, would often anonymously go into the midst of the people and see their state. One evening, he felt an uneasiness in himself and the urge to go out. He called for his head of security and and out they went. They came to a busy vicinity,and found a man lying on the ground. The Sultan prodded him but he was dead and the people were going about their own business. Nobody seemed to care about the dead man lying on the ground.
The Sultan called upon the people. they didn't recognize him and asked him what he wanted. He said, "Why is this man lying dead on the ground and why does no one seem to care?
Where is his family? "They replied, "He is so and so, the drunkard and fornicator!"
The Sultan said, "Is he not from the Ummah of Muhammad SAW? Now help me carry him to his house" The people carried the dead man with the Sultan to his house and once they reached, they all left. The Sultan and his assistant remained.