THE NEW 'STEW' IS VALUE!
I have this particular space in my bathroom that's utterly useless. Assuming this rectangular shape, enclosed within this erected tiles by the extreme. It sits there, of no use to me, yet very loud at demanding for it's own share of community-cleaning-service whenever I do my 'time' in the bathroom.Speaking of useless, in same bathroom, I've got on the tiles, by the wall, this beautiful, tempting painting of this perfect-course meal, I can't seem to place the exact number of 'courses'. Pizza, toast, salad, ketchup, wine, and all those other things, they must have a fancy name for such dishes, but my unfancy self don't know such 'mundane' nomenclature so I'd just call it the perfect-course meal. I guess the guys awarded the contract of fixing up the apartment, or maybe just the bathroom, missed a meal or two. You know, hunger could do more harm than we're ready to let on.
So, generally, while going about the task of body cleansing, I have this foodie picture to stare at, or rather, staring at me. Or, doing the other very important business atop the whitish sofa, I have, as muse, for my uncountable, as well as many unaccountable going-ons in my mind, this salivating picture of a meal. Only this time, the salivation is the aftermath of bowel-turning as the palatable artifact disagrees absolutely with it's immediate environ, as well as environ's immediate activity. Still very comfy atop the whitish settee, still going about the very important business, and still having my head and mind wildly in the air, trying to birth the earth's eighth wonder, for wonders are birthed in the oddest habitat, I gaze upon the cocktaily glory on the wall.
Just like our guy, while in his bathroom, let out his proverbial "Eureka" after zeroing on the much needed breakthrough in his erthswhile nine-hundred-plus-some-times-failed-light-bulb-project. He got his illumination, enlightenment and revelation on his bath tub, the only reason why we have illumination and lighting in our houses and offices today. One cannot, should not underestimate the creative, light-producing potential of ideas birthed in very odd locations.
Speaking of ideas, and odd sites, I got the fragmented pieces of this post within the four walls of the same bathroom. Nobody should, after this, drag my bathroom with me.
Redundancy is relative. It's a function of certain factors, or lack of. Nothing, nobody is redundant just by being that thing or that person, no. Redundancy sets in when the thing is put to the wrong use, or to no use at all, or to a use that's not needed (simply because the need has already been taken cared of already), ends up being of no use, and therefore adding no value.
Our appetising food wonder, for instance, would have added value, much value, in the dinning room, or cooking room; kitchen, or in a restaurant, fancy or not.
You become redundant when you add no value. When all you do is take, and have nothing to give.
In that relationship; family-family, friend-friend, spouse-spouse, boo-boo, colleague-colleague, classmate-classmate, .... -....
When all you do is demand, and feel entitled, and demand some more. Demand for love, demand for care, feel entitled to attention, feel entitled to understanding, demand for comforting, demand for help, demand for money, feel entitled to free 'comedy shows', feel entitled to listening ears, demand for sex, demand for intimacy, feel entitled to prayers, feel entitled to 'advice'. The list is endless, inexhaustible.
You demand for everything, you feel entitled to everything. Yet, you give nothing, you offer nothing. You bring nothing to the table. Hey, you're redundant. Shed the bad blood, the redundancy, lose it. Gain, in it's stead, value. Add value.
