Is time the only commodity that matters? Life a matter of milestones or moments? Wait, is that a trick question? Isn’t life too short to wait on other people’s approvals? Why not raise the stakes…shout…yell…make ourselves heard? Perhaps less meaningless meetings and some serious speaking from the heart about things that matter. Have we forgotten what really matters? You know what the Goethe has said? “Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things that matter least.” hmmmmmmmmm…do we contradict ourselves? Do the little things become the big things we fondly look back at? Ok the Buddha has simplified the matter, “In the end only 3 things matter, How much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefullly you let go of things not meant for you.” PIF
Are we enmeshed in a system that drains of us of our sense of vocation? Do we view a vocation as synonymous to a career? Perhaps a refresher is in order. Career a choice? Vocation the backbone of life? A career the job you do as long as the benefits outweigh the costs? A vocation falling in love with a calling…making your personal identity? The poet David Whyte said, “Work, like marriage, is a place you can lose yourself more easily perhaps than finding yourself…” Wait what? Has the separation of job and vocation created an economy devoid of spirit? Are we filling our bank accounts at the cost of emptying our souls? Where have all the i have a dream people gone? I hope they’re in the sandbox because that’s where I’m heading. Are we besieged by the lure of short-term gains…self-preservation…driven by fear of failure? But Eleanor Roosevelt told us to ‘face our fears.’ hmmmmmmmm…something doesn’t feel right. Ok I think many of us start out with something outside of ourselves but then in the scramble to get somewhere lofty, ambition rears her ugly head. It’s a tragedy of sorts…will ambition ever find true love? Raise your hand if you detest the games we play? It would be an act of pure bravery to see a leader strip away the career mentality and revisit their original vows. In case you’re confused Aristotle has given us clarity on the topic, “Where your talents and the world’s needs cross, there lies your vocation.” Confucius say, “Choose a job you love and you will never work a day in your life.” Perhaps if we pursue what we should be, we would set the world on fire. Ok time for some simplified Mother Teresa, “Do not wait on leaders, do it alone, person to person. PIF.
Are we bringing ‘hurry’ back? What’s all the hurry? Shouldn’t we ruthlessly eliminate hurry from our lives? When we’re in a hurry, doesn’t that mean we don’t care for that thing anymore and want to move on to another thing? Do I digress to the ‘thing’ about the ‘thing?’ Are we not trying to resist the present when we hurry? The Lao Tzu said, “Nature is never in a hurry and yet everything is accomplished.” …hmmmmmmmmmmm…shouldn’t we be mindful of the Lao’s words? Like for starters, why are we in such a hurry to grow up? Why do we hurry over beautiful things…why not linger? The way I see it…there are no advantages in hurrying through life. For the love of humanity, stop and drink more java with each other. Interestingly, Winston Churchill once said, “Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.” That’s a little disconcerting to me…you’d think it might be nice to lay there on the ground for a few minutes and watch the clouds drift by. Can we feel life when we’re in a hurry? Does haste really make waste? The only prerequisite to hurry is this: when another human being needs help…otherwise, race you to Starbucks. PIF.
Leave nothing less than something that says, “I was here.” What happened to the fire in our eyes? Why are we not doing more of what matters? Wait what?…do we even remember what matters? Why not say something different than what everybody else is saying? Shouldn’t we like, …think twice? OK lets start with step 1: Get OFF your phone…for the love of humanity…take a long hard look at the man in the mirror…be that beauty queen from a movie scene…rock the night away…and while you’re at it, just beat it…you know that thing you think you cannot do?…hmmmmmmmmm…didn’t our mamma’s warn us: be careful who you love? Why stop until we get enough? Who cares who’s wrong or right? …ummmmmm I feel the answer to that one is the reason I’m bad…and so is pretty much everybody else. I mean after all is said and done, Isn’t it all about the way you make me feel? Everybody back to the sandbox…let’s be those children who will make today a brighter day. Really no message could be any clearer…if you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make that change. PIF.
It’s been said that the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do…like…nothing. hmmmmmmmm…Is a dose of adversity necessary in order to know who’s got your back? A necessary prerequisite to opening our mouth are 3 basic questions; 1. Is it kind? 2. Is it necessary? 3. Is it true? Maybe we should teach our children so it will not be necessary to teach the adults? If we have faith is an explanation necessary? Shouldn’t we eliminate the unnecessary to make room for the necessary? Is not HOPE necessary in every condition? If change is necessary then what does it mean when we say it’s not necessary?…force de la resistance? Is suffering necessary? Maybe suffering cracks our ego’s wide open…could it super size our compassion? our humility? …a cruel reminder to be someones oxygen? OK I’m thinking suffering is necessary until it’s not. Let’s cut to the chase…BE a lot kinder than necessary. PIF.
Is it that simple? Give me a smile? Give a bit of your time? Do we need to quantify ‘little bit?’ Roger makes giving a little bit…ummmmmm…look fun. What’s wrong with us…let’s have java with Roger and see exactly what his secret is. I’m thinking it’s the guitar strumming…Is it those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world? Do all we really need to do is go back home? Is this message as eternal as it feels? Didn’t we learn to share in like…Kindergarten? Ok…do we all suffer a little bit of dementia in this category? Are not our days happier when we give people a little bit of our hearts rather than a piece of our minds? I think the older I get I give a little bit less of a care about what people think of me…hmmmmmmmm…I digress back to the ‘I don’t care’ mode….and i just don’t care. We might want to relax a little bit…let life flow, unassisted by our mind and effort. Wait…if you’re gonna do something…shouldn’t you really do it? Perhaps a little bit has no place in this world? Maybe that’s all some of us need? I know if you can’t breathe…sometimes all you need is a little bit of oxygen…and if encouragement is likened to oxygen….hmmmmmmmm…let’s simplify. All we really need is a little bit of plain, ordinary, every day kindness. PIF.
Are we living too fast? Isn’t the most important decision in life what we do with the time that is given to us? For the love of mental health…let’s just go one day at a time…what’s our hurry? Maybe our thinking should be this: “What I do today is important because I am exchanging one day of my life for it.” hmmmmmmmm..if that doesn’t put things in perspective…like hurry up and take you time already. What happened to doing what makes our soul happy? I mean is anyone really ‘busy’ in this world?…isn’t it all about priorities? Perhaps we may want to start saluting each other with, ‘Take it easy’ instead of “hows it going.” I say the world can wait. Life not about the number of breathes you take, rather Life is about the moments that take your breath away? Wouldn’t it be so refreshing for all the meeting makers to engage us in serious ‘take my breath’ away strategies? …and while we’re at it let’s measure our performance goals on how many times we’ve been so inspired it literally takes our breath away. OK now you say I’m getting a little crazy…but am I? Is this time snobbery? If you’re going to take my time shouldn’t the exchange be worth the price? I want more bang for my buck and you should too. We really should take ‘taking our time’ more seriously. Ok let’s simplify…If encouragement is like oxygen…subtract busy from life’s little equation and take your time to BE someones air. PIF.
Isn’t the word ‘can’t’ only found in the dictionary of fools? I think it was Henry Ford who said, “Whether you think you can or you can’t…you’re right.” If we can’t handle the truth…why are we asking people to be honest? We might want to try being so GOOD that you can’t ignored….hmmmmmmmm…maybe we should stop letting what we can’t do interfere with what we can do. Is our biggest mistake caring whether we can or can’t please everyone? Ok want to know what you can’t do? You can’t stop a smile from forming at something funny, you can’t download time and you can’t believe everything that google says. Is it an awkward moment of truth when you buy into NIKE’s famous line and realize you ‘just can’t do it?’ What did Bob Dylan mean when he said we can’t be wise and in love at the same time? Stoopid Love? If we were having java with Margaret Mead she would say, “Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world, for indeed that’s all who ever did.” Well supersize my latte. If we can’t make something good shouldn’t we at least make it taste good? What’s up with that proverb, “You can’t have your cake and eat it too?” I think we should eat the cake because it’s somebody’s birthday somewhere in this world of over 7 billion. I just can’t wrap my head around can’t…if someone tells me i can’t do something…well…ummmmmm…let’s just say i will show them over and over and over that i can. PIF.
Where did the phrase, “Don’t shoot the messenger” originate? …and does this solve the problem? When we resort to attacking the messenger and not the message don’t we lose on all counts? Should we start before we’re ready? Fail fast? Push boundaries? Why can’t we be a traditionalist and a rebel? Which is more important…the messenger or the message? Perhaps we may reconsider delivering a message and just BE the message…hmmmmmmmm…can a smile BE the message? Ok let’s rachelize…’When all else fails, smile.’ PIF