Saturday, October 16, 2010

Keyboard of Life

 I had a little moment the other day.. I swear I was totally sober at the time.  I started looking at my keyboard and came up with a metaphor for life.  I thought it was novel and possibly interesting enough to share it with you guys. 

Keyboards are made of lots of letters and numbers.  They respond to our input, and can make up any multitude of ideas, concepts, communications, etc - both negative or positive.  The keys (like our environment) are an instrument of our input, and the result is a direct reflection of our mind at the moment of creation.  Our world (as we see it) is a direct reflection of our mindspace - so when you are happy, all the birds are singing, people smile at you, and when you are miserable, those fluffy white cottonwool clouds turn grey and ominous, and the bluebirds of happiness are sitting in those trees looking as though they want your eyeballs for breakfast. 

I then looked at the side keys.. things that are important to us in many ways - Space, fn, direction, ctrl, esc, home.  It is really difficult to create anything meaningful without these.  (I drew a bit of a blank with page up, down, tab and caps lock, and then realised that even the arb characters in our life can be useful in their place). 

Then we have something that is really useful to identify the important things in our life (or communications) - the Shift key.  We can use it to prioritise things - like Important Places, TONE OF VOICE, even reveal things that we don't think are important.  Shift to me would be a great name for a coaching practice.. because we try to effect paradigm shifts, shifts in consciousness, shift in our way of being, capitalise something that was previously unnoticed. 

So, at your very fingertips is the universe - you can create what you want, delete what you don't, put your thoughts out there, or keep them to yourself.  You can reach out and touch someone, or wage a war with words.  It's really not so different from 'real life' after all, is it?

END (for this post, anyway)

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