From Sales to Research: An Historical Insight into the Status Quo

Nine years ago, after leaving Verizon, I transitioned into roles better suited to my skillset. A few years prior, I had consciously set aside time for research.

In my new role, I began as a Sales Development Manager before expanding into business refinement, overseas production, and logistics. Eventually, I took on website management, portals, software, APIs, apps, and conceptual software development. Rather than adding more titles, we rebranded my title as Director of Development (Sales, Business, Manufacturing, and Software) to keep things simple.

The CEO I worked for had a rare intelligence—one that extended beyond conventional measures. He was far more perceptive than he acknowledged, a leader I deeply respected. I often speak of eight core intelligences, yet we tend to recognize only a few. He embodied the less celebrated ones—the kinds which are unseen, and unmeasured.

Still, he compared himself to others, striving to mirror strengths that weren’t his own, unaware that his success lay in his distinction, not conformity. There is a quiet brilliance in staying true to oneself, in resisting the urge to measure worth by another’s shadow.

This had been only a couple of years at that point since I let go of my dream of directing films to refine my self-developed skillset.

I yearned for artistic pursuit—until I found my true love: the pursuit of truth, it was staying true to myself that led me to swap a career I did not enjoy for one where now the simplicities of life can now be enjoyed—as in, I am far happier having less money doing what I do now rather than having considerably more doing something I do not.

On my drives home, I became captivated by the architecture of the Twin Cities, a fascination that soon turned into a habit of recording while driving—capturing moments that reflected my own transition. I’m grateful I preserved the aesthetic moments—for these darker days.

Transition into Cognition and Socionics

And by darker days, I’m not referring to politics, but to the sheer absurdity of both sides. The Democrats are acting just as unhinged as the Republicans did when Biden won—except for a minor insurrection—but now they seem convinced we’re on the brink of collapse.

But that is politics—an endless cycle, repeating itself with each new crisis. Still, I can’t excuse the tantrums of grown adults, even if I understand them; cognitive biases make such reactions inevitable. It pains me to see rational people on both sides become unhinged and distraught when the other side wins. I don’t agree with everything this new administration is doing, but all we can do is hope for the best.

If things don’t resolve, then change will come—perhaps even revolution, hopefully one that prioritizes education which will permit us all to be allowed to learn from failure, develop self-improvement, and a deeper understanding of each other and the world.

I take no side; a shake-up is necessary when corruption and familiarity occur, and the entrenched dogma on both ends must be challenged. What I call darker days is not the politics itself, but the extreme filtering of reality through cognitive biases, blinding everyone to nuance, reason, and the possibility of change, cooperation, and understanding.

Just to be clear, I didn’t support the insurrection; however, the Constitution grants the right to act if they saw the government as tyrannical. They did. They are not far off—

Meanwhile, Bernie Sanders drew huge crowds every time. He was favored to win until career politicians pushed the weakest candidate instead when they all endorsed Biden right before the biggest primaries were about to take place.

Suddenly, Bernie fell extremely short over his massive starting lead. People value loyalty over truth, and they chose their friends over what is right. It is embodied in their slogan: "vote blue, no matter who." How revealing their actions were. Watch this video and consider—how does someone who struggled to fill a room and speak emerge as the victor?

The answer lies in the relentless efforts of career politicians to shield the status quo from disruption. Had they possessed the means to manipulate elections outright, their anxieties would not have been so apparent. Yet perhaps their resistance was merely performative.

Regardless, I cannot place my trust in anyone who upholds a system where people suffer and die for lack of healthcare—a fundamental right in any modern society. Because of this, I now regard Obama with deep disappointment, though perhaps, in time, he may find a path to redemption.

Yet, despite all this—despite the disillusionment, the manufactured narratives, and the weight of systems that seem immovable—there remains something untouchable: the quiet persistence of those who refuse to yield to cynicism.

The pursuit of truth, of integrity, of something greater than personal ambition, does not vanish simply because the powerful resist it. If history teaches us anything, it is that no structure stands forever, no deception remains unchallenged, and no movement sparked by genuine conviction is ever truly extinguished. Change may be slow, and justice may be delayed, but the will to seek it endures.