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Inequality of Experience


Income inequality subject of wider academic inquiry


If you needed a heart transplant, you probably wouldn’t want a physician on his first day out of fellowship. You would want someone with experience. If you were having a custom home built, you wouldn’t choose a builder beginning his first house. We all value experts with experience. But the problem with experience, at least how we generally measure it, is that we look at it quantitatively rather than qualitatively.

There’s a big difference between someone with 20 years of experience and someone else who essentially has one year of experience 20 times. The world is full of “experts” who have their experience on repeat, not learning or growing or improving, just replaying similar circumstances and using cookie-cutter solutions over and over.

We must each be careful to not fall into the same trap. Just because we have done something for a long time does not ensure we are improving in that craft. Development and mastery don’t simply come with age. We don’t grow by default simply by the passing of days on a calendar.

You must intentionally force yourself to be challenged and stretched. To be placed in uncomfortable situations in which the solutions are hidden or foreign. To be exposed to new stimuli and novel problems. This is how you grow in experience over time and end up with experience in your years practicing a given craft or discipline, and not just many years of the same general experience.

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