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Four noble truths

This is not about "Four noble truths" by Gautama Buddha. (Dukkha, it's origin, it's cessation & eight fold path) These are something I re-realized after reading some good books recently.
Truth: 1 Our gift and curse is forgetfulness. It is gift to forget bad memories. But it is curse to forget all that we learned in years. I realized this when I glanced through an elementary Maths book recently. Simple things like decimal division, percent change calculations and permutations has been out of memory. I did see that this happens to lots of people. This is something like knowing to build a ship but not knowing to plug a hole...
Truth: 2 Whenever there is such a hype about something there is something we miss to see. Both the engines of a plane was hit by flock of birds simultaneously. But the pilot managed to land it safely in Hudson river without any loss of life. He became a hero overnight. When I read the book "Fly by Wire" I thought it is about story of the pilot's heroism. But the book started with elaboration on superior design of AirBus. Page by page it is riddled by interviews of AirBus tecchies and finally about the pilot's heroism.
Truth: 3 I always thought that moving up in career ladder requires commitment, hard work and rapport with everybody. But the book "Bulletproof your job" told one more thing. It asserts one simple day to day truth..."whatever good qualifications you have, how hard worker you are, how committed you are.. will not matter anything if your Boss did not like you." (which means you are out of promotion hikes or bonuses) It is such a simple truth that did not elucidate previously in my mind.
Truth: 4 This one I did not study in any book. This is also a simple truth. You keep on learning new truths and same time forgetting simple truths you already learned or experienced.

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