I once read two books that my Manager told me to read. At the time I had a lot going on in my life and was failing to deliver at work… it happens to all of us I guess and I had been particularly reactive to crap happening outside work.
The books were ‘Who Moved MY Cheese!’ and ‘Help…our Icebergs Melting’. Cheese was about outside influence on your life, and figuring out what was beyond your personal control, and what was a result of your own decisions but you felt the need to blame someone else, for moving your cheese. Iceberg was the tale of a Penguin colony whose iceberg was slowly melting and the decision as a community to move to a new one or stay on this one till no ice was left.
Two recent news stories have made me ponder both books on the grand scale of our general society.
First was the story of a Dairy Farmer doing it real hard at the moment due to the reduction of the pay-out for milk by Fonterra, a giant collective that the Framers all have ownership of (or so they think). He had borrowed over a million dollars to ‘buy extra shares in Fonterra’ as had many others. Now the pay-out was going to be less than what the interest on the loan he took to exploit the last few years of heady heights in milk export returns…an issue that also drove local produce prices through the roof for the consumers in NZ. My heart bleeds…not! Sorry buddy no one moved your cheese but you. Take a look on the bottom shelf behind last Fridays Pizza. It’s right there where you placed it after drinking that bottle of champagne in joyous glee over how well you had played the rest of our society to make your wallet fat. And don’t start me on the effect your over-farming is having on our lakes and rivers….
Second, the Iceberg, is a mother calling for a national campaign to remove all rope swings from the trees in our parks, bush and domains. Sadly her child had a 10m fall when a rope snapped. Serious injury abounded but the kid will recover. I am sympathetic, never nice to have you child hurt. But come on, it’s not an iceberg situation, it’s a kid being a kid and taking this approach you may as well wrap the whole of our societies kids in cotton wool and sit them in front of the TV with a large bowl of buttered popcorn. Because her child had a bad fall we should collectively never let any other kid experience the thrill of the gaping abyss yawning below their bare feet? Or the long plunge into the waterhole? Or the thrill of hooning down a steep hill on a piece of cardboard?
It’s long past time for our society to start making people take care of their own cheese. And quit screaming the Icebergs Melting when it was merely a unfortunate event the rope snapped, it was no one else’s fault (ropes get old).