Every moment of every day, you can choose to be great, or you can choose to be less. You can choose to be ordinary, which is definitely the easier path, or you can choose to be extraordinary.
I always loved the movie “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me”. When discussing possible orientations towards life, Donna asks Laura Palmer, “If you were falling in space, do you think you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster?” To which Laura responds, “Faster and faster. And for a long time you wouldn’t feel anything. And then you’d burst into flame.”
Step on the accelerator, bury the needle and push it through the floor. See what happens. See the blur of lines, colors morphing into streaks that flash before your eyes, the warp speed and hyperdrive of cinema, turning the environment into a blur of beautiful lights streaking before us, pulling us into the future.
I want hard right angles and pointy parts, fenders that abruptly terminate into grills, with panels butted up against one another. I want a vehicle that rumbles down the road looking like an uncaged animal waiting to strike at prey. An engine that idles so slowly—the knock-knock-knock-knock, as the entire cars shakes from side to side—that it lets the driver know every second exactly how dangerous it is.
“I totally understand the need/desire to constantly seek the best within yourself, but doesn’t everyone need a break sometime?” The answer is: sure, when you’re dead—when time has left you in its wake, and continued to move forward without you.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. My thinking is slightly different on that front: when life gives you lemons, turn them into a prime steak with a fine wine; don’t settle for lemonade.
There on the horizon, behind the curtain,
Lies thunder and lightning, of this I’m certain,
I watch the distance, I watch it dancing,
Delirious fury in lit-skies prancing.
Nobody can give me those moments, nor take them away—they are completely mine, hidden away from the rest of the world. They are not to be interpreted, discussed, or analyzed, merely experienced. “I am ready for whatever’s coming
I laughed at the Planet Fitness commercials. And then I remember Rand’s warning: “Kill by laughter. Laughter is an instrument of human joy. Learn to use it as a weapon of destruction. Turn it into a sneer.”
Let the bridges behind you burn and fall to the ground, in search of truly ever-greener grasses. The trail of smoke and dust will be a reminder of a path chosen, pursued, and committed to. It will not erase all sensation of pain, but it will allow the transition to truly greener, and ever-improving, pastures.
Every year at Thanksgiving growing up, I was asked what I am thankful for. And I was baffled by the question. Why be thankful for that which is earned? Why be in awe of the law of causality? Why give special thanks in recognition of the truism that good things generally happen to good people?
My feet hurt!
There will always be a million and one reasons to not play…
There will always be an excuse…
And some will still play. And some will not. And it’s really as simple as that.