The secret of that final dying word, 'Rosebud', remains undiscovered by the reporter. When his estate is being sold, some items are discarded and destroyed. As the heat disintegrates the aged layers of dust, dirt and paint the word 'Rosebud', the name of his childhood sled, is revealed to the viewer. It turns out the innocent, carefree memories of the playful child version of Foster Kane reminded him of happiness before the adult-version layers of the business magnate got in the way and tainted simple joys. All you need to know is this: the movie Citizen Kane is a perfect example, reiterating the value of a life journey, cradle to grave, for discovering the emotions and moods that weave together a rich tapestry. The sages knew what they were doing when they commanded me to say the mourner's Kaddish three times a day for eleven months. I said it every morning for my dad and then spent a moment looking at one of my favorite pictures of him--one with his arm around me, smiling. The picture was taken before the diagnosis and the dementia, when he knew who I was and knew he loved me and knew I loved him; I wondered each time I visited him in the nursing home as he stared silently into the distance. I wept so many times in that elevator on the way down from his floor. Shuddering a little, doing my best to finish crying and wipe my face before the doors opened into the lobby. Many days Kaddish--those words that we are commanded to say, those words that we do not want to say--was the only thing that helped me. When we are sad and see mostly darkness within, when we are bent low, Kaddish commands us to stand up anyway, to stand up and say, Magnified and sanctified may His great name be in the world that He created as He wills. He was willing to invest hours in changing the minds of politically disengaged Ohioans on issues such as LGBTQ+ rights and health care reform. Leo is a lover of strategy games and an avid reader of history and philosophy articles. He lives in his head, and thinks about long-term consequences rather than short-term impulses or needs. I think that's why it was hard for him to notice his own needs and limitations at times. He has to hit a wall before he even starts to see that he's tired. As a result, it took him years to realize his feelings of laziness weren't a threat but rather a signal that he was pushing himself over the edge. Feelings of laziness are often a sign that someone hasn't been managing the demands of their day-to-day life in an optimal way.

Our bodies have amazing methods of forcing us to get what we need. When we're hungry, our minds become preoccupied with food, our stomachs begin to rumble and fill with digestive acid, and we get progressively more cranky and lethargic until we're forced to stop what we're doing and eat. If we still refuse to sleep, our brains may force us to by taking millisecond-long microsleeps throughout the day. In my search I've found scores of descriptions people use that fall into this particular element of value. Everything we want to be, do or have in this life is because the being, doing or having of it we believe will make us feel good. Don't wait until you're dying to discover the practical application of four significant causes -- or layers -- that illuminate emotional value. They help amass in both feeling and fortune a life far more gratifying. You are so sad, Steve, but now you must stand up and affirm and remember and say out loud how glorious life is. The world pulses with life, your father loved life, you love life. Affirm that now, even though you are bowed with grief; I was rescued so many mornings by those words, that truth that must be said out loud and standing whether I felt like it or not, whether in that moment I believed it or not. I don't know how people get through grief without some ritual to remember, some vessel into which you can pour your sadness so that it is contained for the rest of the day, or at least enough to function. For me, it was saying Kaddish, but it could also be lighting a candle each day or gazing at a picture or reciting the Twenty-Third Psalm or some other prayer or poem, or holding or wearing some object that belonged to your loved one. The Victorians created jewelry with hair from their deceased loved ones woven into it. Find something, anything that works as permission to remember, to be sad and then to say, now, I can go on, at least for today. A graduate student of mine, Marvin, decided recently that he wanted to study the ways in which laziness leaks into people's lives against their will. He chose to focus on people's distracting themselves from stress and exhaustion by browsing Facearticle or shopping online. It's a form of procrastination that most of us have intimate personal knowledge of (I don't know about you, but I do it almost every day), and in the social-science literature it's called cyberloafing. The average person cyberloafs many times per day, but it's particularly likely to happen when someone has just finished an intellectually strenuous task or when they're about to mentally shift gears from one activity to another. Many employers and productivity experts absolutely loathe cyberloafing, because they see it as a horribly lazy act, a theft of company time.

One study conducted in 2014 estimated that cyberloafing costs employers $54 billion annually in lost productivity. Marvin wondered whether this was actually the case. As he began combing the scientific literature, Marvin found several studies that found cyberloafing to have benefits. A 2017 study by media researchers Shafaat Hussain and Truptimayee Parida, for example, examined cyberloafing among administrative assistants in Ethiopia. The authors found that brief periods of cyberloafing actually helped admins fight the boredom that so often comes from hours and hours of transcribing documents, organizing files, making copies, and running office errands. I'm going to present you an item, a pitch if you will, in two different ways. For each one, take a pause, ponder and swiftly decide a figure value (a dollar amount) you deem it to be worth. When you tip the bear gently upside down, then gradually straighten it, the bear will make the sound of a growl: a kind of muffled 'moo'. I am on sabbatical holed up in my sister's empty house in Palm Springs for the entire month of May trying to write the first draft of this article. I write and I pace each day for ten hours until it is cool enough outside to take a walk and find some dinner. Most nights I walk around the golf course where I walked with my dad a thousand times over all the years I visited him and Mom at their Palm Springs condo just off Highway 111. I look up, and there on the back patio of a golf course condo I see a sign containing the lyrics to You Are My Sunshine. I text my three sisters and my brother a picture of the sign. Rather than sapping their productivity, taking a moment to cyberloaf helped these employees hit the mental refresh button so they could return to their work with renewed energy. Additionally, Marvin discovered studies showing that cyberloafing helps work teams to function better, and that employees who cyberloaf come up with more unique solutions to work problems. Marvin also found compelling evidence that some amount of cyberloafing is unavoidable. Just as all employees need time to use the bathroom or take a lunch break, it appears that they also need time to rest their brains. When an employee spends hours concentrating on something, their willpower tends to erode and their impulse to cyberloaf becomes stronger and stronger. Employers usually try to limit this behavior by monitoring employees' computer usage, using software to block websites like Facearticle or Amazon, or simply chastising workers when they catch them in the act. However, many studies have shown that cyberloafing will continue to happen anyway.

To see it as a waste of company time is like seeing bathroom breaks as an unnecessary indulgence. When employees are unable to slack off using the Internet, they find other ways to mentally escape. They waste time making cups of tea, sharpening pencils, or popping into coworkers' offices to say hello. Now pause for a moment and mentally select or write down a dollar figure for the bear. Are you ready for your second pitch and valuation? I often discuss her relative to strength and resilience of character. Margarete, you see, was born in Giengen, Germany, in 1847. At 18 months she suffered a high fever resulting in paralysis of her legs and causing constant severe pain in her right arm, a condition later diagnosed as polio. Yet, despite this dire prognosis Margarete had a natural zest and fought to lead a normal life. Walking Mesquite golf course missing Dad so much and saw this sign. Sherry texts back a sketch of Dad: I couldn't sleep last night and drew this. Greg texts back the lyrics to Dad's favorite Hank Williams song: You guys are all making me cry now, Marilyn responds. Most workplace productivity studies consider behaviors like these to be a waste of company time as well, yet no one has found a way to get rid of them. That's because wasting time is important, healthy, and normal. Management may hate it, but spending time in these ways isn't actually a form of theft. When employees are blocked from engaging in their preferred forms of loafing, their brains still find ways to take breaks, even if the only method available is staring off into space. So often, the urge to engage in behaviors that seem lazy is a sign that a person has worked hard enough and should just sit and be calm for a little while. Most of the jobs that humans perform require time for reflection, planning, or creativity. Just as we need to eat and sleep, we need time for goofing off and doing nothing.

When we ignore that impulse to recharge for fear of seeming lazy, we risk facing dire consequences. At age 15 Margarete taught herself to sew and began working part time in a dressmaking shop run by her sisters. By age 17 she became a fully trained, competent seamstress, which gave her the confidence (feeling of self-sufficiency or self-worth) to ultimately venture into business on her own creating and trading mostly clothing and general household items. She invested her first earnings into securing sewing machines. The pain in her right arm led to her innovatively turning the machines around in order to maximise her comfort and efficiency. It was several years later that Margarete stumbled on patterns for a small elephant. It sparked her creativity to repurpose them into fabric elephant toys and pincushions for kids. She took a few thousand to the nearby fair in Leipzig where they sold like hot cakes. So Margarete began designing and manufacturing a variety of other animals as toys. Then, in 1897, her nephew Richard had an idea for a new line: 'PB55'. I am not the only one who loved him or who remembers him or who cares about him and is grateful to him and yet must accept the decree. Here's a true story (from A Treasury of Comfort by Sidney Greenberg) about a miracle witnessed by a clerk in a cemetery office. Every week for several years, the mild little man received a money order and a note from a woman instructing him to put fresh flowers on her son's grave. A car drove up to the cemetery gates and a chauffeur came into the clerk's office to speak to him. The lady outside is too ill to walk, he explained. When he was in his mid-twenties, he dropped out of graduate school, in part because he couldn't get the required mountains of reading done. To cope with his massive disappointment, he threw himself into his job and into politics, and got involved in even more campaigns than ever before. But it was getting harder and harder for him to ignore how stressed he constantly was. He hopped between a couple of different jobs, raising funds for various campaigns and causes. No matter where he was hired, he kept getting into the same nasty patterns.