While sipping the coffee this morning and thinking about my list of projects and to do’s, I thought about the importance of seeing my little ideas to fruition. There was a time in my life when I didn’t realize how content I’d become with just thinking about ideas (and not doing a damn thing about them)…as if those ideas would just magically materialize out of thin air like some Harry Potter fantasy. There are no magic wands…there’s just work. Effort. Consistency. It’s easy to want to do something…it’s more of a challenge to formulate a plan. A dream is just a pretty picture trapped in our heads until we take the time to mold them into reality. Let’s get to work.
Dreams and goals…how important are these elements in our daily lives? How important are they with regard to our growth (personal/professional/everything in between)? Very. We all have our own distinct light at the end of the tunnel that we’re trekking toward; our own summit that we’re seeking. Despite the pitfalls that will inevitably emerge, we owe it to ourselves to endure. The end point is there for those who aren’t afraid to pursue it. Best of days to all.
Today’s positive message; keep on trying. Are you working on something, but have lost the mojo to continue? Keep on trying. Stuck in a rut like quicksand and can’t pull out of it? Keep on trying. Wanting to turn around and give up the fight? C’mon…keep on trying. Smile. Take a glance at the poem below if you wish (and have a minute or five); good day/evening to you all, and thanks for dropping by.
The day that my potato exploded in the microwave was an eye opener. It was a sign…an omen. A message from the powers that be. Maybe I’d nuked that fucker for too long, or maybe I just didn’t give a shit. Either way, that little vegetable bastard decided to commit culinary suicide and blew itself spud first all over the confines of the microwave with a mere five seconds left. I mean, c’mon…it couldn’t have kept its composure for a measly five more seconds? Suck it up, god damn it! I had no money left, I had no lunch, and I was hungry enough to eat the scum out of the bottom of a homeless man’s shoes. It was definitely a sign…an omen…a message from the powers that be.
Have you ever seen a movie six thousand times, but only gotten half a whiff of the real depth of that movie after the most recent viewing? Case in point; I’ve seen Joe Versus the Volcano at least 30 times since 1990, but only recently came to understand the immense truths contained within it. The film was always on in the background, and I’d often half ass watched it without really seeing it for what it was. The realization and understanding came slowly; a little bit here, a little bit there, until one day I said “fuck it” and sat down and really watched the film again for the first time. I took it all in with a renewed sense of awareness, and a considerably open mind. I dissected it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoyed the movie time and again previously, but I’d only just seen the surface of it. And in truth, I was sincerely blown away. For all of its cheese, the movie was an acutely effective, multi-layered glimpse into a man’s thirst for knowledge, meaning, purpose, and self discovery. Looking beyond some of the dated, clunky 90’s camp, it’s quite a deeply rendered portrait of the journey that we all endure in order to accomplish whatever it is we want to accomplish with our lives. It is a great little tale about overcoming obstacles, standing up for your beliefs, and never giving up. Who can’t relate to that, right? And if you’ve ever hated your job, the “I quit” scene below is a revelation.