Success isn’t when you work hard, save up and can finally afford to buy the huge oversized success poster.
Success isn’t when you hang the huge oversized success poster on the wall in your very own office
Success isn’t when you open your office door and the huge oversized success poster has fallen off of your wall, flipped your file folders, pens, pencils, receipts, invoices and payroll all over the room.
Success isn’t when you steadfastly clean up the mess and drill a 3 1/2″ screw through a drywall anchor to hang the huge oversized success poster back up on your wall.
Success is when you realize that no matter how many times the huge oversized success poster falls off your wall you’re going to put it back up.
We all have the same power, it lies within each of us. What are you going to do with it?
My goal is to contribute to society at scale. What contributions would I like to make? I want to eliminate mindless, unnecessary work. I want to inspire people to become self-aware, to stop working for a wage and start working for themselves. I want to teach people. I want people to believe in themselves. I will seek out, connect to and work with like-minded individuals to amplify my impact.
I have the audacity to think I matter. I believe that one person can change the world. I believe that we need to stop looking to others to find the next Nelson Mandela, the next Muhammed Ali, the next Seth Godin.
We all have the same power, it lies within each of us and I am willing to lean in and embrace the tremendous responsibility that it requires. I navigate life using a moral compass, and work to help others find their way leading by example.
“Be the change you wish to see in the world,” right?
I am ready.
Let’s get to work.
What I say when I’m asked, “What do you do?”
I work at mind altering heights dangling from a gigantic mechanized fishing rod, or even closer to space hanging from thousands of teeny hairs twisted together, or as a target under multiple sky workers cutting thousands of pounds of debris near me on towering, water-filled conductive plants near power lines with enough electricity to kill me 10,000 times over.
I work with razor sharp cutting implements that could cut of any of my limbs off in an instant. I drag tree body parts over muscle tearing, joint popping terrain, day in and day out. I feed the tree bodies into enormous people-shredding machines on roads packed with clueless zombies and wheeled steel coffins driven at break-necking speeds by oblivious distracted people that cannot see me.
I do not need to do this work. I choose to do this work. I want to do this work. I love to do this work.
This is not work.
This is life.
My mouth drools in anticipation of the challenges this life offers. I look forward to pushing myself past the limit of my abilities to finish what I start. I savor the obstacles fate puts in my path and use them to sharpen my skills and strengthen myself.
What do I do? I challenge myself to take this life to dare greatly and to pursue the triumph of high achievement. What will I do? In the end, I will lay peacefully, knowing I’ve spent myself in a worthy cause.
looking up to the sky
looking to others
Stop and look in.
And realize the truth.
Be careful now, do not mistake, always out never in,
I am not God,
Never I, never me,
It is the truth, You know it in Your soul.
Big and scary and suffocating and exhilarating and beautiful.
Everything in Your life has brought You to this moment.
You’ve followed the plan You’ve laid out for Yourself perfectly
and landed right here.
So, for God’s sake,
do something about it.
So fix it.
Do it for You
or do it for us
it doesn’t matter,
just do it.
And take Your gift and teach it to Us
Together We can all make Our world
I zipped the top of my head off
like a box of sardines.
A small man jumped out
that man was me.
The blank page was like a sheet of ice
I skated around
My feet, it was amazing,
I couldn’t control my feet.
They were possessed.
Something had taken control of my feet.
It wasn’t me.
The Big Me
top off my head
I just watched it all
And then looked at my hand
which was gripping a clock
gripping so hard that the tips of my fingers
broke the face
jammed the arms
so they stopped.
The sharp arms of the clock
cut into me
and the blood turned black
when it hit the sheet.
Then Little Me
I got the blood on my feet
And danced around
in full out of control
the marks I was leaving were letters
then lines of this prose
the source of which I did not know.
Little Me tired
and the blood ran dry
so I jumped in my head and
zipped it back closed.
My grip on the clock loosened
And the hands started moving.
The face healed itself.
I licked my lips and hung it back on the wall
where it watched me
eat a Larabar.
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