Earlier this week, a client reminded me of the importance and contradictions of planning and complacency.
Himself a brilliant story teller, he shared a story of two priests who took a vow to be itinerant monks for life. They promised to do good works and help the poor, disenfranchised and desolate wherever they went.
To avoid being bored or becoming complacent, the two monks would prepare ever year for a trip saying they would go at the end of the year.
Each year, when their detailed and minute planning was finished and the year came to an end, they would say to themselves that they would go next year and then spend all of that next year planning to go on a trip.
They repeated this process every year until they died, motivated yet neither resolved nor finished.
Many historians are grounded in the belief that objects are not supposed to cause you to have feelings. When it comes to this stuff, though, each thing has its own little human story. How can you not feel a personal connection?