Alexander the Great. Even though he only lived on this Earth for a total of 33 years, some 2,300 years ago, we have yet to forget his name and legendary battles.
During his short life, nothing stopped him. Nothing. Huge armies with elephants, impregnable fortresses, vast distances over mountains and rivers and deserts, hunger, thirst, the sea itself, the uttermost extremes of physical hardship and war. His body was littered with scars; everywhere that is, except his back. That’s because the world’s greatest commander never retreated, and he never lost a battle.
Most of his portraits, sculptures, and coins reflect a kind of upward gaze as if he were staring into the very heavens, yearning for something unreachable.
He dedicated his life to the struggle against insurmountable odds. And he became great because he surmounted them all.
I believe that most of us have a certain vision of ourselves that we hope will one day become reality. The big dream…
And even those who are uncertain still would like to be like someone else, or they have a certain passion they haven’t pursued.
The idea is that you must build upon that vision. The dream… make it big and bold. So much so, that you feel awkward telling people about it.
I wrote for eight years without anyone giving a damn about my writing because I had this vision of myself standing on a stage, receiving an award for my writing. Huge stage, lots of people… Continue reading
“In any given moment we have to options: to step forward into growth or to step back into safety.” – Abraham Maslow
People go through a lot. Don’t think that they don’t. All of us has to carry a certain pain, a certain tragedy. We all have our struggles, our fears, our losses. We all go through experiences that make it impossible to return to the person we used to be.
But most people don’t grow through what they go through.
Imagine being on a small boat. In the middle of the ocean. A storm comes. It badly damages the boat, but somehow you make it out of the storm alive. Now, the storm is gone. The sky is clear. No clouds. Despite being badly damaged, the boat is still afloat.
What do most people do?
Forget the storm even happened. Or prey that another one won’t ever come back. Or spend their time being afraid of another storm.
What almost no one does? Continue reading
The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely. – Lorraine Hansberry
Most people loathe solitude. Silence. The empty room. Nothing but their minds for company…
But, to paraphrase John Steinbeck, all great and precious things are built in solitude. They grow out of it. The struggle of having to tame your thoughts, to concentrate on the task at hand, to decide every minute of every day what’s important, what must be done, despite what you feel you should be doing. Continue reading
We all know this one, right? It’s one of those short and sweet sentences that sound smart and wise and in time become terrible cliches.
But there’s more to it than meets the eye.
Most people will try to find a passion and do it and do it and so on. As long as they are inspired, as long as they love what they do.
But that’s only half of it.
The other half is “love what to do.”
In other words, develop the discipline to enjoy the parts that no one really likes doing. The hard work, the frustration, the countless failures. The parts that are boring.
Example? Continue reading
“Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go.”– William Feather
If you found yourself in the middle of nowhere and you were starving, would you look for food for a couple hours and then give up? If your life depended on doing something, would you do it? No matter how much it hurt, how badly you wanted to rest, how bitter and disillusioned you were?
Well, your life does depend on what you do each and every single day. The quality of your life depends on what you do on a daily basis. What you do today translates into the way you’ll live life tomorrow. Continue reading
I don’t write as much as I used to. To be honest, I don’t know why that happened. Or how. Don’t you find it frustrating that we live in a world that makes it almost impossible to admit that you don’t know something?
I don’t know why I don’t write as much as I used to. Yes, I write blog posts. On two different blogs. But those have become an almost subconscious habit. It’s scary in a way. I can write blog posts anywhere, anytime, no matter the conditions, my mood… I can write anywhere.
It is scary because I used to approach writing with a lot more respect and admiration. As if it were magic. Don’t get me wrong, words are magic. If you use the right words in just the right order, you can change the world a bit. But my words are no longer magic. My words are the words of someone who has become so absorbed by the pettiness of life that he can no longer create. He is no longer the creator, but rather the creation.
I am the side-effect of all the words I wrote when I was a dreamer. Continue reading