Message in a bottle

Walked out this morning
Don’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home – Message In A Bottle : The Police

I always feel there’s something desperately lonely about a discarded bottle. It’s litter, I know that, but here’s a noble storage device that has served its purpose, and now shed from the life of the original owner into an uncertain future.

We’re sometimes like this with people too. I’ve been fascinated what happens when colleagues who’ve worked for the company for years retire. There’s something of a grieving session, typically more on the part of the departing than the farewellers, a cup of tea and a sandwich, and then it’s “See you later”.

Out the door walks 40+ years of experience and wisdom.

Washed up.

I’d like for there to be a really good (read: easy, fast, accurate) way to respectfully capture and store the valuable knowledge that people take away with them. I’ve yet to find the way.

Perhaps messages in bottles is the way.

Manifesto
03. Every day is an opportunity to reflect on the past.
15. Every day make a difference to yourself and others.
42. Every day celebrate. Who you are. What you have achieved. Things that matter to you.

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