Positivity is the weapon of choice

Isn’t it strange how much life rewards positivity? I don’t mean in the sense that the universe is waiting for us to smile. I mean in real, simple and common sense ways.

Under the old corporate model, folk worked best when given a title, a cubicle, precise instructions and enough money to be motivated follow them. It didn’t work great then, and it’s getting worse over time.

It turns out happy employees are effective employees. Money gets folk to show up, but it won’t invite them to be their best selves.

Take mental health. It’s plausible that focusing on becoming mentally tough would make you… well, mentally tough. And it certainly helps, if you do it right.

A better strategy, though?

Practice gratitude and anticipation.

And then that improves your physical health too.

If health and wealth aren’t enough for you, the benefits don’t stop there. Positivity makes you more popular, your senses sharper and your days brighter.

It makes life fun.

But I know, I know.

Some of you are scoffing so hard I can hear you from here.

“Not all life is fun. Some folk are hardened criminals. Some folk we have to fight a war against. Where’s all you sunshine and rainbows now, William?”

If you want a fleeting sense of power and righteousness, you should beat criminals and toss them in a hole. If you want to, you know, reduce crime, then take a more humane approach. Take a look at the experiments Scandinavia are running where they try to rehabilitate criminals.

It’s better for the criminals, the workers at the prison and society as a whole.

As for war, I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t get messy.

But it reminds me of a story where Coalition forces captured an enemy leader (I’m a little vague on the details). This dude was tough as nails and, naturally, refused to collaborate.

Think torture would get useful information out of someone like this? He’d just lie to make it stop. At best, he’d make an unwilling ally.

Every interrogation, they’d bring him cookies that he’d ignore. Then someone twigged that he’s diabetic, so they brought him sugar-free cookies and that did the trick. He opened up and started working with the good guys.

No, this seasoned warrior did not sell out his comrades in exchange for dessert. My version here skips a lot of context – trained interrogators building up the relationship and trust, etc etc.

But it wasn’t the cookie that did anything. It was how they treated him as a human being.

Disagree if you want to be wrong and I still love you for it.

Either way, here’s a link you could read. It’s on a completely different topic, or is it?

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