Memories, Dreams And Reflection: Carl Gustav Jung

In his 1963 published work Memories, Dreams and Reflections Carl Gustav Jung somehow sums up the past three decades of my life. Born as an only child to hard working parents in East Berlin in 1982 the first conscious memory of my predilection for understanding other people's minds and behaviors dates back to the fall of the Berlin Wall. Though East and West now territorial united their mindsets were not, and by experiencing the differentiation people made based on one's origins I first started wondering: "Why do they behave in such a way?", "What makes them think this way?" and "How can I change this?". Being eight years old I did neither have the mental capability to answer these questions myself nor had my parents the ability to reply satisfactory

Locking down my findings in writing such as poems and stories in order to digest the seen and experienced soon developed into a hobby which seemed to be rather artistic than scientific. I assume the fact that I always wanted to discover and share what I saw became the culprit for my waned circle of friends and the increased worry of my parents. When high school graduation came closer and the time came to decide for a major in university it remained evident to me that I wanted to study the science of psychology. Unfortunately my parents thwarted my plans due to their stigma of psychology and the mental state of professionals in this field. My natural second choice to harness my passion and to explore the art of writing I had been denied too; rubbished as "unprofitable arts nonsense". The only choice left was the one that was made for me and as the only child it appeared that I owe it to my parents to fulfill their wishes, so I obeyed. Though not being academically educated in the field of psychology, the questions, the observations, the analyses and the insertions of the same into fiction and articles never

Consequently my perspective on company sizes and international business rapidly changed within the first months, but also another interesting thing happened as well. After years of dragging myself out of bed every morning, dreading going to work and returning home even more exhausted than the day before, I all of a sudden somehow looked forward going to the office. I was ecstatic to the degree where I couldn't sleep at night like a child who is excited for the first day of school after summer break. The only difference was it had not been only one night, it was almost every night. I awaited eagerly the meetings I would attend, where I would learn so much; eager to sign up for more and more projects so I could stay longer in the office; excited for coffees and lunches with my colleagues and team mates, who I soon would refer to as "my family". While I remained in this ecstasy for quite some time, I noticed that my team members and other colleagues did not seem to experience the same amount of happiness, excitement and satisfaction as I did. My attempts to communicate and investigate this deficit resulted in gazes lacking any comprehension of what I was referring to. "Why don't they see it? Why don't they feel the same way I do? What triggers such passion from one organization to the other?" were the so familiar questions I kept asking since my childhood. At about the same of my professional frenzy I discovered that Yale University had made an entire