Haven’t The Heart
It’s been a minute since I’ve sat down to blog my thoughts. I haven’t really had a lot of personal time. I’m busy with a project that is taking the wind out of my sails, and I cannot wait for it to be over. All experience is crucial though. Because I know once a project of this nature approaches me again, avoid at all costs. I hope that my mind doesn’t do that same thing it always does and make me forget what was so horrendous and exhausting about it to make me not want to do it again. My mind has a way of romanticizing past experiences so that I suppress the negative.
But I’ve learned a great deal more. Paramount, I’ve learned that you can give someone all the information that they need to get a job done. You can basically pave their way to success and noteriety. You can set the dominoes up and all they have to do is tip the first one. But you CANNOT give someone the HEART to do something that is beneficial to their lives. If they don’t feel it, and breathe it and live it and want it… they’ll just be going through the motions. I’ve learned about myself that I want to have enough passion for the world. I want to instill into everyone I meet the kind of passion that I feel about THEIR opportunities. Does that make sense? I look at peoples lives and I see SO much of what they COULD be doing in comparison to the opportunities I’ve been afforded and I want to push them to those opportunities. Some friends have allowed me to nudge them towards their goal, and I’m grateful for ALL their successes and the realization of their dreams. But the ones that don’t move when I nudge… I just feel so sad for. And annoyed at. Because if I had half the opportunity… boy oh boy… the things I think I’d do. (I say I think I’d do, because who knows… in the same position, I may run in place too).
So what are these barriers that keep people from reaching anywhere near their real potential. The answer to that can be found in another question, and that’s this: which is the most universal human characteristic: fear or laziness?– Louis Mackey