Lost your way?
My sister sends me these facebook milestone photos on the regular. You know the ones, “hey, here’s the two of you sitting on a tree 2 years ago– today.”
They’re completely worthless and dumb, but looking at them does remind you of life passing you by as you vegetate through the motions of the “daily grind.”
And then it got me introspecting.
I was a real idiot.
If entitlement was a person, it lived somewhere inside me (ha– you though I’d identify with it but #stillcocky).
I didn’t understand the concept of moving with life, and I think a lot of people get this wrong. If you just rolled with it, you’d naturally, almost by coincidence, carve out a path for yourself that you enjoyed.
But that’s not what most of us will do.
Instead, you’ll complain. Talk about why shit is bad and you can’t change. Why you need certain conditions met before you do the thing, blah-blah-blah.
It’s what I did.
The real question is where do you get returns and why the hell would you leave that?
Not even the most gifted among us can do anything. Anything? Like tomorrow you think you could be an astronaut– chill out Captain Crunch, your own life is a mouthful to chew and you want to bite off more?
Sometimes you just want a break.
You need time to not be yourself.
You need days to flow.
For every time I got serious, I got failure.
It’s like some kind of guaranteed law. As soon as you think you’re a big deal and your life is a big deal, abracadabra– you’re a loser.
As far as I know, theres only one way to succeed:
Embrace every aspect of life, starting where you are.
#Foolfwd
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