In response to yesterday's "Tokugawa’s Generals, and Being a Great Follower," I wrote that greatness is something you define for yourself. I asked, what's your definition of greatness, then? We can think about it. The reader clarified -
I wrote down a list of great men and realized what I meant by greatness. Glory, recognition by other human beings. From conquerors, to musical virtuosos, the great men are those that are supported by the wave of existing people. Great men are those who did something that is today recognized as valuable. Great men are those that are known by "everyone". That is how I think fame should be seen. That is how I am seeing it as of now.
Something that jumps to the eyes is that it requires other people. If you are great then at least someone must be not great. I guess being successful in life is different from being great. If living a successful life is minimally having 2 kids with more opportunities than you had and a strong family then once achieved, your are successful. Greatness I think could be seen as recognized success. Perhaps self-recognized success can make you see yourself as great...
If everyone is successful and recognize that their success and others are great, then everyone is great, hence no one is great. (or otherwise said, to my belief, the word "great" loses value as "awe-some" did) Well that is how I see it. Everyone is successful in something, not all are The Great. Where were the risk-taking warriors? As I now understand, they were fearful. Then again I suppose they had to stop someday throne or no throne. Having acquired the belief that to rebel is a bad ROI.
On Getting Real
I have seven minutes to stream of conscious something cause I don't think I'll get another shot at writing today, but I am determined to try and at least keep my mind thinking about writing. Today's observations: I'm an awesome Mom. Darren usually wakes Nila up but since he had an early morning meeting the task fell to me and my chosen form of wake-age was to climb in bed with her, cuddle and then have a tickle contest. It was awesome and the cuddles and giggles were sublime. Observaton #2: I'm a terrible mother. Because we spent so much time cuddling and giggling, we ran short on basic get-ready-time and so the last ten minutes we were together I was a slave driver, impatiently getting her into her shoes and jacket and out the door so we could make it to school in before the late bell rang (I've given up caring about the first bell). Observation #3: I can be a big jerk. I was reading through old messages exchanged between myself and one my facebook friends whose conversation I enjoy immensely, yet as I read back through our exchanges, well, I kind of come off looking like a big, self-absorbed jerk. Course, he's kind of full of himself, too. I'm reminded of a quote from another friend long ago, "Are you so self-absorbed you can't see how self-absorbed I am?" Still, Shame on me. I'll try to do better. Observation #4: Someday, when I grow up, I'm going to be a brilliant writer and psychologist. Alright, one more minute to go...I actually spent most of my day perusing camp options in the area and trying to find the most rewarding experiences for Nila at the best price. This is a huge are and there are a lot, a LOT of options. This is a tough game for a maximiser. Okay. That's time for today.