We are all in the information business. Whether we live online or not, whether our job or our life involves words or not, we are about information.
We know details. We know intentions. We know processes. We know history.
We know the story of where our family came from. We know that the fire alarm is starting to sound. We know how to transfer iTunes from one machine to another. We know where the file is that will explain that person’s motives. We know who to call to solve that problem. Whe know which cable connects that to that (and know that we should have put the labels on the cable ends). We know why driving on the wrong side of the road is dangerous.
We know that at least one person in the world loves our beloved. We know that making a particular choice on a particular night was particularly unwise. We know how to solve problems and when it doesn’t matter. We know that sometimes it’s a hug and sometimes it’s checking the transmission and sometimes it’s folding the laundry and sometimes it’s just noticing.
But we, or maybe it is just me, have a peculiar capacity to withhold that knowledge on any given day. Maybe it is because we just don’t feel like talking. Maybe it’s because we have a grudge. maybe it’s because we just don’t know where to start or because we don’t know whether they would understand.
Or maybe we think we just don’t know.
But we know. And some of us have knowledge that could help people in wonderful ways if we could just decide on any given morning that, by the end of the day we will answer this question:
“what do I know today that someone else doesn’t…and needs to.”