The boys got tired of a train that went in circles....they decided they’d point the tracks right on out of the room. “Dad, what are we going to do when the train comes to the end of the line?” #metaphors
Almost 3.5 months ago, at this coffee shop in Minnesota while I sipped the most glorious cup of coffee with my best friend, I made a promise to myself in front of her. She listened, and I believed in that moment of feeling so light and happy, that I could truly define how I carry myself through medical school. It was only a few weeks away at that point, and I made a promise to myself. ————————————————————————- I promised that I would take in every experience, every exam, every hardship, every victory (however small) and feel them. I would let them change me, enrich my life. I promised myself that I would not define myself by a standard or an expectation but rather watch how I would grow as a result of every passing day that I dedicated my life to this journey, to serving people, to serving God’s creation. I promised that I would not let the difficulties of it tear me down like I did before. ————————————————————————- I promised that I would not fear failure. I would not fear failure. I would not fear failure. I would remember how what I thought was a failure actually turned into the most important moment in my life. I promised that I would always remember what a difference a few months can make, and I would never consider a sudden “plot twist” in my story to be a failure. There is no failure, there is only change. And change is what you make it. ————————————————————————- I promised that I would cherish moments like this, where I’d sip coffee in a little shop, make new promises for myself, and remember how far I’ve come and who has watched me and supported me along the way. I promised I would share these tidbits of growth and prove they are essential. So right now, as I sit in my Wisconsin home and sip my cup of afternoon coffee staring at my Renal notes, I am grateful. And I promise to keep remembering to be grateful. 📸: @iffiey.two
One of the strongest of #metaphors within the #wild = the #murmuration of #starlings.
Murmuration refers to the #phenomenon that results when hundreds, sometimes thousands, of starlings #fly in intricately coordinated #patterns through the sky.
'A few years ago, George F. Young and his colleagues investigated starlings' "remarkable ability to maintain #cohesion as a group in highly #uncertain#environments and with limited, noisy information" — a nice description of what goes on in a murmuration.
Their new contribution was to figure out that "when uncertainty in sensing is present, interacting with six or seven #neighbors optimizes the #balance between group #cohesiveness and #individual#effort."
Young et al. analyzed still shots from videos of starlings in #flight (flock size ranging from 440 to 2,600), then used a highly #mathematical approach and #systems#theory to reach their conclusion. Focusing on the birds' ability to manage uncertainty while also maintaining #consensus, they discovered that #birds accomplish this (with the least effort) when each bird attends to seven neighbors.
In following this role of #seven, then, the birds are part of a dynamic system in which the #parts combine to make a #whole with #emergent properties — and a murmuration results.'
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