Les saglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon couer
D'une langeur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure.
Et je m'e vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
(Paul Verlaine)
Always rushing in the previous 25+ years of my professional life I had barely a chance to slow down and really understand what is the real meaning of these words I knew of for a long time.
"We call the time we spend doing productive but yet, it is the time we
are not doing that gives birth to our best ideas." (Tao, 11)
At last I had the opportunity to reflect over these words and finally understand the meaning:
In the area of my professional activity, I wanted to learn something new and different form my routine job for some time (Project Management) and that is how my Erlang adventure came about; this way I will bring back the glimpse of time when I could choose to do only things I considered to be interesting and challenging.
Michael
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