Tangled like wool,
My thoughts roll around
like bushes in the desert of a spaghetti western.
A desert mind full of balls of ideas.
Balls swirl around and hit each other,
Waiting to be picked.
Picked and pulled, they are explained, written, visualized,
And communicated to lower my mental entropy.
I was thinking how to have a moment of rest at work when tasks get too demanding and my brain is tired… I collected these 6 ideas in the latest infographic of having a moment of rest without your colleagues to notice. What do you think? What’s your favourite? 💤
Colleagues to bother and coffee cups to hold,
salts to dissolve and liquids to stir,
see you standing and counting the minutes.
In moments of idle attention
ideas waiting in line come to the front
with a smiling face and the index up.
Nothing to do, plant seeds for tomorrow.
The pointy finger of this VIF
Shows what avoid friend is and
is poking me
on the shoulder where I hide my brilliant ideas.
It digs into my frustrations,
It picks on my potential,
IT pushes me forward.
A friend needs only the tip of a finger.
My eyes focus softly
While the day finally vanishes
And the heart find its rhythm.
The long night has started
And its good ideas are approaching,
Hiding behind my lids.
I don’t remember the mornings
With the sun rising and the coffee brewing.
I start with thoughts of future
And a path of pitfalls
To elegantly avoid
And dress accordingly.
Reason alone in a corner,
Curled up in thoughts of limitless costs
And added your innovation bloom
Like when you were
A just arrived first-year student.
Thoughts of Time and money
Chain your unique ideas
To a desk at the end of the classroom
Buy few steps
Will take you forward.
Your voice might be short and squeaky
And gently fall prey to louder opinions,
Yet your words are equal.
The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.
I am starving today
For those warm afternoons running in the fields
And those silent evenings reflecting on a book.
Food for the avid mind
And food for the temperamental belly
Do not overlap
And are complementary.
Refrain from participation,
Observation is the highest way of learning
And critical assessment.
Preserver your opinions
And let them ripen
Far from the others’ sight.
Golden and juicy
You will enjoy them in solitude.
I am a speckle of dust
Filled with ambition and clear thinking
Shivering its small size.
How to translate what is boiling in me
Into a recipe and a spoon
To feed the curious world?
The regret for those ideas
Of brilliant impact
Testing on the sofa
Of lack of equipments
And of lack of time
Takes my sleep away.
Today I moved then
From the sofa to the corridor
Ready to go out
And get tested open air.
How to, is never a question
When the idea sweeps you away.
Sunny or rainy, cold or hot,
And you see only the future
In front of you.
The imagination flies free
And experiments are quick
Telling stories that fascinate the society
And provide talks over the coffee.
Ideas form like in the bubbling wine
And migrate to the surface
Experience selects and isolate
The ones with personality
While curiosity picks
The few solitary and iridescent.
You opened the valve
With discretion and assertiveness
and your opinions were released and
Like a laser rainbow crossed the meeting room.
Everybody heard the reality you revealed
And agreed with their faces
Yet nobody picked the comment up
And your reality was dismissed.
Sit next to me
While I drink this tea
To refresh my acceptance of the world
And water my ideas.
A blooming on a cloudy day can be expected
As an impossible flower on the shortest day of winter
When ideas are dear and always cuddled.
The laughter is missing
When the hands move quick in the lab
Guided by the uncertainty
Of your recurring dilemma.
Sitting in the back of the mind
That rare possibility is talking to you
As a fresh breeze luring you away
From the routine.
Is a bad behaving protein
hiding a treasure?
A thousand experiments
Are started but might still not convince you.
Freezing like never before
I face the verdict the data show.
Once a charming idea,
Note the fruit of struggle
For no juice.
Accepting the sunset of a brilliant intuition
Is hard and leaves you empty inside
For a while.
Take a breath and look away
Ponder the future and forget the past
The scientist in the lab
Jumps from points of questionable certainty
To platforms of tested reality.
Her hands find no peace
Until the final answer has been reached.
No rest she knows outside the lab
When stimuli come from the unpredicted
accidents of involuntary chaos
What you wish if what drags you
Out of bed, out of the office chair
As a distant mirage
Glowing in the lab.
The pale hypothesis
Rings no bell to anybody else
But speaks to you.
In your head it lits up
And puts fire in your belly.
Will it work? Is it true? Is it real?
It is up to you, only,
Years of hypotheses and confrontation
Gave you that idea
Of marvelous potential
And unmeasurable impact
For the people and the society.
You cuddle it in your mind
You question it and lay it to rest
Each day until the right moment.
If it makes sense
If it is feasible
Depends only on you
And your hands and vision.
You prove it
You make it reasonable and accepted
Against the critics and odds of statistics.
Trust your hands and step forward.
The sun is shy today
And clouds seem to buffer
The full potential of a day in the lab.
Trepidation takes me there,
Expectations drive my walk to the bench,
Reasoning on unheard hypotheses
Excites my ego and hurries my hands.
Spell, correct, abbreviate,
Own the judgment,
Respect the community.
Formulas and curves to embrace,
Hypotheses and deductions that drive,
To uncover the hidden beauty of nature.