Access to talented and creative people is to modern business what access to coal and iron ore was to steel-making.
Richard FloridaRead
Too much of what led up to the crisis in the old bubble days—the conspicuous consumption, the latter-day Gatsbyism—was fueled by a need to fill a huge emotional and psychological void left by the absence of meaningful work. When people cease to find meaning in work, when work is boring, alienating, and dehumanizing, the only option becomes the urge to consume—to buy happiness off the shelf, a phenomenon we now know cannot suffice in the long term.
Interpretation
The quote discusses how lack of meaningful work leads to a cycle of consumerism as a substitute for true happiness.
In this quote, Richard Florida reflects on the social and emotional ramifications of work that lacks significance and purpose. He argues that when individuals feel alienated and devoid of meaningful engagement in their jobs, they are driven to seek fulfillment through consumerism, attempting to buy happiness instead of finding it through their work. This cycle ultimately proves unsustainable, as material possessions cannot satisfy deeper emotional needs or provide true contentment.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a seminar on workplace wellbeing.
Access to talented and creative people is to modern business what access to coal and iron ore was to steel-making.
Beneath the surface, unnoticed by many, an even deeper force was at work—the rise of creativity as a fundamental economic driver, and the rise of a new social class, the Creative Class.
Having totality means being capable of following "what is," because "what is" is constantly moving and constantly changing. If one is anchored to a particular view, one will not be able to follow the swift movement of "what is.
Drugs. If they did not exist our governors would have invented them in order to prohibit them and so make much of the population vulnerable to arrest, imprisonment, seizure of property, and so on.
It's strange how the human mind swings back and forth, from one extreme to another. Does truth lie at some point of the pendulum's swing, at a point where it never rests, not in the dull perpendicular mean where it dangles in the end like a windless flag, but at an angle, nearer one extreme than another? If only a miracle could stop the pendulum at an angle of sixty degrees, one would believe the truth was there.
Evil is license, and that is why it is monotonous: everything has to be drawn from ourselves. One is condemned to false infinity. That is hell itself.
I don't get all choked up about yellow ribbons and American flags. I see them as symbols, and I leave them to the symbol-minded.
There are two days in my calendar: This day and that Day.
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