The World Is Yours. [May 18th, 2011]
There will be a tipping point. A moment when your knuckles whiten, as you watch the needle push past the red-line…and snap clean off. A day when your personal levee breaks and the deluge of adulation comes pooling around your ankles. A time when the final domino tilts drunkenly at its precipice: the calm before the culmination of a grand design you unknowingly set in motion. In short, a reason for it all.
For some of us, it’s the unconscious flicker of a light switch we never knew we had inside us. For others, it’s the familiar feeling of waking up on a week day with the absurdity of having nothing to look forward to but the week’s end. And knowing. That things can’t possibly go on like this. Somewhere along the way, it became acceptable for us to live with a crisis of faith about what we do for a living.
We don’t believe in what we do, but we believe in who we do it for. Our morning mantras–a mouthful of self-assurance that leave us wary of the words we’re hearing. Weary of the skins we’re wearing. Like waking up with your back against the ceiling…and watching yourself become someone who goes through the motions. Someone who lives on autopilot until the gears grind to a halt. Living too cautiously is like flying high without the landing gear. A gentle ride above the runway, until it becomes a landing your boredom won’t let you limp away from.
There may not be a blueprint. There may not be a trail of breadcrumbs that leads us through the woods to the men we’re meant to become. But. There are other ways. Regardless of how firmly our feet are planted, the world will continue to spin beneath us. In spite of our best-laid plans, those ambitions we’ve tried to bury will come tugging at our coat-tails. For obvious reasons, there are those of us that would let their pleas fall on deaf ears. The marionette’s dance is an easy-one. Life by the numbers. Assuming you’re comfortable living with strings attached and discarded dreams brimming under your carpet. For some of us, there will come a tipping point. A moment when the dominoes swagger drunkenly at their wits-end before they fall. A day when we look around and realize, the world is ours. But. Only if we find the courage step out of line. And take it.