"It was later than I thought when I first believed you, now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools"
In the midst of these fatiguing times, the above excerpt from a song written in 1974 entered my mind, the prose somehow timely.
When does the state of things wear upon us to the point of submission?
What would be the appropriate reaction:
To take action?
To drop out?
We need a clean slate, an avenue for thought that isn't lined by riflemen on both sides of the street.
Are Your Fists Up?
.... or are you raising your hands in forfeit?
What is worth fighting for and what is easier to ignore?
I know more than a few people who are bullies. They force their opinions upon others and dismiss counter-thought with a snide chuckle. They sit in the social media waiting room ready to attack those who haven't prepared to argue.
A strong-willed woman I know (and genuinely had come to dislike) engaged me in conversation the other day. She came home from another business trip ready to complain to her husband only to discover that he was gone.... for good. She explained a long note left on the table through which it was explained that her husband had grown tired of apologizing for her behavior. The house remained empty for a week. When her husband finally resurfaced, she wanted an explanation. His refrain ended with the divine truth that everything she put energy toward was in criticism of the effort of others. A tear came to her eye for a second before she darted to the coffee counter to yell at the Barista for fucking up her order.
Those fists in front of you are merely a shield.
The Head & The Heart
A young man who I've been coaching for half his life came up to me with his usual zeal. He's a good player who has already figured out that this silly game we are playing is not nearly as important as we pretend for it to be.
When the aforementioned young fella mentioned to be that he was nervous to face a pitcher from the other team, I had a recommendation for him:
This game is played from here (I pointed to his heart) not here (I pointed to his head).
He looked at me dissatisfied with the lack of defensive logic in my response but he accepted the sentiment.
It all comes down to what genuinely matters and how much time you spend pursuing it!
If you dislike your job, you are probably not a ton of fun to be around.
If you hate your boss, you probably spend your post-work time complaining.
Have you forgotten that the majority of your time should be spent doing things you enjoy?
You may not jump out of bed every day. There may be parts of your day that suck. You may even have entire days that don't go as planned. But, the majority of your time should be spent doing things you enjoy.
What do you believe in....? Pursue It!
Who do you love....? Spend More Time with Them!
Live where you want to live. Love who you want to love. Work where you want to work.
..... And Revel In The Moments In-Between!
Don't Forget to Remember,