#102: Master Curator
Yet, who do I have?
An athlete has a coach. A musician has a conductor. An actor has a director. An artist has an agent. A writer has an editor. A cook has a chef. A dancer has a choreographer. A worker has a foreman. A monk has an abbot. A sailor has a captain. A soldier has a commander. A passenger has a pilot. A tourist has a guide. A child has a guardian. A citizen has a leader. An employee has a boss. Yet, who do I have?
For all of those are fixed games and so its players are blessed to have a teacher of their own. Yet, who do I have? Who do I have to direct me? Who do I have to scrupulously observe, analyze and optimize my every move? Who do I have to have a vision for me that surpasses all expectations? Who do I have to help me become excellent? Who do I have to push me to transcend my own self? Who do I have to show me the way to becoming a master?
The games are already decided and the coaches are allocated. Left without one, I wonder: