Human Nature

I find human nature so darned interesting. I've been visiting some friends and their two 20 month old twins boys in Atlanta over the holidays. Without fail, every time we go into the playroom one of them gets their plastic pail full of legos/toys and dumps it on the floor, which elicits a huge smile. I'd love to know what synapse fires or what protein synthesizes (does that even make sense scientifically) that brings so much enjoyment from such a destructive act. Maybe it's called the Destructo Gene.

This same curiosity lets me enjoy books by the likes of Malcolm Gladwell, Daniel Coyle, and John Wooden. It's what excites me about tutoring and coaching young people. It's also what keeps me up at night wondering why I actively avoid doing the things that I know will help me reach the goals I've set out. We're a funny species; it's like we've been designed with huge flaws that can only be overcome by a surfeit of hard work and discipline.