Frankie’s key to a successful, happy life.
Early morning. Sitting in my chair. Drinking coffee.
Our 3, 5 and 7-year-old sons are continuing the slow demolition of our house. My wife is reading. I’m searching for the end I need to begin with to be a highly effective person.
“Look at that dog,” my wife says. Frankie, our French Bulldog, is laying in the only patch of sun around. Totally at peace. And then it hits me.
The key to a successful, happy life is to find a patch of sun and lay in it.
In order to achieve this pinnacle of success is to:
- Find a patch of sun
- Lay in it
Do not accept anything less than a fully engulfed, blazing patch of sun. Quality is of the utmost importance. Your life, your success, and your happiness are worth the effort.
Then lay in it.
- plan your future
- reminisce about your past
You must be. Let the warmth penetrate your skin, feel it in your core.
Now, carry the feeling you feel at this very moment throughout the rest of your life
and be that sun for others.
Why can’t I be like that?
The popular crowd gets drunk and drives around with baseball bats. They hang out the car window and swing away, smashing merrily down the road. Sometimes the mailbox gets run over. That is even better.
I start drinking to be normal. You see, I have this constant narrative running through my head. I want to drink enough that the voice goes away, just for a bit. I want a break. My head hurts. Nobody else seems to mind the messed up situation we are in. Why can’t I be like that?
The successful crowd gets funded and starts companies with weird names. They call themselves CEOs and drive around in Beemers and Audis, blinging flashily down the road. Sometimes the status gets televised. That is even better.
I start working to be successful. You see, I have this constant narrative running through my head. I want to work enough that the voice goes away, just for a bit. I want a break. My head hurts. Nobody else seems to mind the messed up situation we are in. Why can’t I be like that?
What is this? Stop it. You can be whatever you want. Drunk. Criminal. Successful. Full. Empty. You get to choose. The labels, they’re just people, just like you and I. Nobody is popular. Nobody is a CEO. People are not their status. People are people.
You get into trouble when you label people. Projecting your own assumptions onto others is a recipe for disaster. Don’t do it. You can’t be like that because there is no “like that,” it’s all in your head.
We find ourselves in each other, becoming those we imitate. Swing away.
Forgive me, Father,
For I have sinned.
I pursued the goals of Others,
At the expense of my Own.
I pushed to the limits,
To the detriment of my Self.
I’m not special,
The only skill I have is an ability to work harder, to outlast.
I cling to this belief.
I refuse to give up,
I race, seeking proof.
Never stopping to think.
If I succeed?
I’ll be alone.
Be careful what you ask for.
“What makes someone your friend?” I ask.
Somehow I forgot.
“They pick up the phone when I call and we’ve had some laughs,” he says.
“That’s a great definition,” I reply.
I haven’t answered the phone in months.
You might just get it.
I can’t tell if you’re my friend. I like what you say. Am I in a funnel? This feels artificial.
Are we all just funnelling each other?
Time slips through fingers like dust,
And blows away.
Be careful what you cling to.
You are special.
You might just get it.