dead fish
Only dead fish go with the flow. Are you a dead fish?
What would make you come to life again?
1. Start with a plan. Make it up if you have to. Give yourself somewhere to go that only you believe in. Maybe others too, but that’d be a bonus.
2. Understand that sitting on your ass doing nothing will result in nothing. If you are comfortable with that then you are scared of being something. Anything. Making a mistake means you have done something. If someone points out that you’ve made a mistake; you’ve done something and someone else has noticed. Use it. And do more.
3. It isn’t going to happen tomorrow, however the more conviction you have, the less scared you are and the greater momentum you will build. It is a metaphorical snowball of building and leading. If you genuinely believe in your plan or vision – it makes it a lot easier for everyone around you to believe.
4. Cut your steak up. It’s a pretty darn big steak and you’re not going to eat it with one bite. Handle everything in small and achievable chunks that end. The whole steak will change shape as you eat it. Cut the next piece a different way then. You can. Just cut it though, don’t simply stare at it.
The only person you have to answer to is yourself. When you’re dead what exactly will be said at your funeral? Will anyone actually turn up for it? Will the people you know give an average speech? Maybe a cut ‘n paste job from the priest or Internet? Will your kids and spouse say just the right and safe and normal and expected things to say about you at a public gathering like that?
It’s too late for you to care at that point. Or, more importantly, do anything about having lived an average life. But so what?
Will they verbalize publicly on how much of a source of inspiration you were to them personally – would that mean something to how you lived today? How you altered the path of their lives because of the manner in which you bulldozed your way through everything that stood in the way of yours? Have them tell tens, hundreds or even thousands of people at their most grieving time that they are better because you lived. Really, fully lived. Like they wish they would themselves.
Or would it be the same speech as could be used around a toilet to flush away a dead fish?