WHAT TYPE OF PERSON ARE YOU? "ENDS" OR THE "MEANS"

WHAT TYPE OF PERSON ARE YOU?

ENDS OR THE MEANS

Written by

 Fred Finkelstein, PE, MSCS, AA.Psy, EIT

May 23rd 2022

ABSTRACT

The means are the methods you use. The ends are the goals or the final results. How you do something is more important than what you achieve if you say the means are more important than the ends. If you say something was a means to an end, it means it was what was necessary to do to achieve the goal.

Jul 20, 2010,

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·       “If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail.”—Ben Franklin

·       “The best laid plans o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.”—Robert Burns

·       “In preparing for battle, I have always found that plans are worthless, but planning is indispensable”—Dwight D. Eisenhower

In my opinion choosing the means or the ends is a cultural thing. Many cultures base their decisions upon the resources of their cultures. A wealthier culture might choose means over ends, because they have the resources to ponder the impact of their decisions. A person who transfers from a poorer culture to a wealthier culture and is suddenly surrounded by vast resources, even enough to squander, might choose the ends over the means, i.e. over large portions of food and then not eat it completely. Because the ends of seeing a mega-meal in front of them was the ends of their life's quest from poverty to wealth.

And now abundance is squandered wastefully, while a person who grew up on resources and never lacked any desire, might choose a small salad, knowing that a 7 course buffet is only a snap of the fingers away, so ends is not their goal. Likewise a wealthier person, might not get all dressed up to go to a dance party, or a night club, or a big dinner, knowing that clothes don’t make the man, the man makes the clothes and vis versa for the women.

But, someone who is poorer, might want a fabulous dress, a fabulous hair design, fabulous nails, perfumes, an expensive car to ride in, the best table, the most expensive meal order, smugly being called loudly by name, to announce their arrival, a blatant label card on their table, a tacky greeting sticker on their lapel, and on and on and on.

How often have I seen those, who stop by the new car lot to order the most lavish Porsche, Mercedes, or Corvette, only to tell the salesman they have no job, no credit, no cash, no savings, no insurance, only a big dream they brought with them from afar off land. Stupidly the salesman lets them sign the deal, and off they drive, not even knowing the rules of the road, belligerently, swerving between cars, using their $100,000 car as a wedge to pile between cars, and soon enough, sure enough the fabulous car is wrecked into a tree, or fence, or wall, or flown off a cliff.

And the poor owner, now stranded and dirt in her hair, sitting on the roadside with her dirty dress, breathe smelling like alcohol from last night’s party where she embarrassed herself to no end. Last night’s fake princess is today’s has been loser. What makes her think, she was invulnerable and made of gold. It was nothing more than the lust for “things”. That nagging hunger, for objects, and things that glittered, shame on her foolishness.

It all reminds me of the story of Pinocchio, from the Disney classic of the 1940’s. A wooden toy, brought to life by his master’s desire for a son, who turns himself into a donkey on Pleasure Island. A dumb boy character, who drinks the forbidden water from the forbidden fountain, only to lose his fleeting moment of humanity, to lust, greed, dreams, foolishness, momentary gratification and nearly loses his life, while losing his freedom for sure.

So, this is the difference between the “means” and the “ends” in my opinion, those who cherish the end at any price, even the price of foolishness, greed, arrogance and gratuity, while those others who cherish those moments in between, who pace themselves, who focus on the quest, not the goal post. It is more fun to play the game, than to finish the score.

What do you think?

Are you into the ends or the means?

Please comment your approach