¿QUIÉN MOVIÓ MI QUESO? de Spencer Johnson, MD

 A pesar de que cuando elijo un libro para leer en general me guío por el título, algo de esta obra llamó mi atención. No me cupo duda de que no se trataba de un texto acerca de los distintos tipos de queso, así que decidí explorar qué había querido decir el autor con un encabezamiento semejante. El libro está escrito en un estilo juvenil, y sus personajes –dos ratones y dos hombrecillos— hacen juego con la escritura. Mientras que los ratones representan conductas instintivas, los hombrecillos, Hem y Haw, simbolizan el miedo al cambio y la capacidad de adaptarse a nuevas circunstancias de la vida. La trama es sencilla: ratones y hombrecillos vivían en la Parada de Queso C donde el queso abundaba. Desafortunadamente, un día el queso se terminó y tanto los ratones como los hombrecillos tuvieron miedo de morirse de hambre. Sin embargo, mientras que los ratones no perdieron tiempo buscando respuestas, y en cambio se abocaron a la tarea de encontrar una nueva parada de queso, los hombrecillos estaban tan acostumbrados a la Parada C que buscar una parada nueva los llenaba de temor. Y así fueron pasando los días y Haw empezó a sentirse impaciente ya que, cuanto más esperaban, más la situación empeoraba. Tal es así que una mañana decidió dejar atrás la Parada C en busca de nuevas oportunidades. A Haw le hubiera gustado que Hem vaya con él, pero su amigo no era tipo de arriesgar lo conocido por lo desconocido. Así fue como comenzó la larga jornada de Haw en el laberinto, siempre tratando de superar su deseo de regresar a su zona de confort. ”Lo que no traemos a nuestra consciencia se convierte en nuestro destino,” afirmó Carl Jung refiriéndose a esas situaciones en las que somos profundamente infelices pero incapaces de salir adelante. Yo sé que estuve en situaciones en las que la sola idea de hacer cambios me llenaba de temor. Fue sólo después de que circunstancias de la vida no me dejaron otra opción que la de mover las fichas en el tablero que comprendí que nunca nada permanece. Pero volviendo a los hombrecillos, después de mucho andar en el laberinto Haw finalmente encontró la Parada de Queso N. No así su amigo Hem. A diferencia de los ratones que ya habían descubierto una nueva parada y se estaban deleitando con nuevo queso, Hem se había negado a alejarse de la Parada C esperando que volviera a almacenarse de antiguo queso. En otras palabras, el Dr. Johnson quiso mostrarnos cuán importante es para todos nosotros estar siempre a la búsqueda de queso nuevo. En este sentido, cada capítulo del libro tiene dichos de lo más mordaces que vale la pena mencionar: “Es más Seguro Explorar el Laberinto que Permanecer en una Situación de Queso Viejo”, o “Cuanto antes Dejamos ir el Queso Viejo, más Rápido Descubrimos el Queso Nuevo”. Recordemos que el queso viejo no sólo se refiere a nuestras relaciones sino también a nuestro trabajo.

 

 

WHO MOVED MY CHEESE? BY Spencer Johnson, M.D.

 


Although when I select a book to read, I usually go by the title, something in this book called my attention. I knew it was definitely not about different kinds of cheese, so I decided to explore what on earth the author meant with that wording. The story is written in a youth book style and its characters -two mice and two little people- follow suit. While the mice represent instinctive behaviors, the little people, Hem and Haw, represent fear of change and ability to adapt new circumstances. The plot is simple: mice and men where living in Cheese Station C where there was plenty of cheese for everybody. Unfortunately, one day the cheese was finished and mice as well as little people became afraid of starving to death. However, while the mice did not waste time looking for answers and instead started looking for a new cheese station right away, the little men were so used to that cheese that looking for a new station filled them with dread. Days went by and Haw started growing impatient as he could see that the more they waited for things to go back to how they were, the worse the situation became. So, one morning he decided to leave Station C in search of new opportunities. He would have liked for Hem to go with him, but his friend was not one to risk his present situation for the unknown. That is how Haw’s long journey into the maze began, by him trying at all times to overcome his wish to go back to his comfort zone. “That which we do not bring to consciousness appears in our lives as fate”, said Carl Jung referring to those situations in which we are deeply unhappy but unable to move forward. I know I have been in situations like that, where the only idea of moving on filled me with panic. It was only after life circumstances left me no choice but to move on that I understood that nothing ever stays the same. But going back to the little people, after much roaming through the maze Haw finally found new cheese at Cheese Station N. Instead, his friend Hem remained stuck at Station C waiting for his old cheese to be available. Not so the mice, who had already found the new station and were enjoying the new cheese. In a few words, Dr. Johnson wanted to show us how important it is for all of us to always keep looking for new cheese. In this regard, every chapter has some very spicy sayings that are worth mentioning: “It is Safer to Search in the Maze than to Remain in a Cheeseless Situation”, or “The Quicker You Let Go of Old Cheese, the Quicker You Will Find New Cheese”.

Let’s remember that old cheese does not only apply to relationships but to jobs as well.

Enjoy.

 

HOW GOOD DO WE HAVE TO BE? By Rabbi Harold Kushner

 


In chapter 4 of his book “How Good Do We Have to Be, Rabbi Harold Kushner writes the following: “The hardest part of writing this chapter for me was facing up to my memories of my own parents, now both deceased, and the buried resentments I still carry toward them for the mistakes they made.” As a reader, this sentence was for me the most significant of the entire text. I have deep admiration for authors who self-disclose their own emotional difficulties and don’t try to be experts in any matter. Author sincerity induces the reader to reflect on his or her own emotional journey, and that is exactly what happened to me. My parents were part of the Italian war generation who fled Italy for being deeply antifascist. They were lucky enough to end up in Argentina which, at that time, was a paradise for immigrants. Needless to say, Peron had not yet started to intervene in politics. Because my father had been raised by a very strict parent, when he became a father, he decided to raise us in the only way he knew: by being demanding, emotionally distant, and expecting his children to do exactly as he said. Needless to say, his parenting skills reflected that in that area he was far from being an expert. As a result of his lack of competence, my childhood at home was not a happy one. Although my brother and I never lacked anything, our many friends were our real source of comfort. However, despite all his parenting mistakes, my father was a responsible man who took care of his family the best he could. He also taught us to be responsible, honest, and generous. So, when I read Rabbi’s Kushner statement, I started asking myself if I also felt resentment against a too strict and distant father. I started analyzing if expecting that our parents should be expert caretakers was not being childish on our part. When we grow up and become parents ourselves, we understand how difficult it is to raise another human being without expecting him or her to comply with our image of the perfect son or daughter. However, our children come to the world with their own temperament and their own journey to follow. It goes without saying that we need to guide them to the best of our knowledge, but at times we also need to understand their need to learn from their mistakes. So, going back to my father, it is true that I would have liked to have a more tolerant father, but I understand that his own childhood prevented him to be that way. Do I feel resentment for all the moments he was emotionally distant? Although I feel sadness, I am not resentful because I know that in his own way, he loved me deeply. Not only that, he made sure that my life was much more comfortable that his had been. In other words, he did the best he could. RIP

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