There is so many new shows on T.V. and all I do is watch Friends on Netflix.
There is so many new shows on T.V. and all I do is watch Friends on Netflix.
Today for the first time in almost a year, I decided to come back to this blog. In conversation, someone that mentioned “blog” and I thought to myself..”well I used to do that.” And then all sorts of thoughts flashed at once, followed by instant face of horror. I asked myself things like “Why did I stop? How did I get so busy? How did I simply forget to do something that used to make me so happy?”
This conversation happened 10 minutes ago (from when I started writing this). I am truly in pissed off at myself for not keeping up with this for so long. I started skimming through some old posts, both from this blog and others. What I realized that what I had only a year ago, I feel like I have lost. There was a thrill and a desire — a hunger, to do things and share ideas with such passion and excitement — that today I didn’t when recognize it was me.
I remember having just turned 20, and telling myself that I will never lose my passion and my excitement to learn, to share ideas and most importantly to think about things differently. At my core that is what made me, me. So what happened? Did the demands of my job take me away from what makes me, me? Did juggling time between sleeping, working out, friends, family, grocery shoppings, going to the dentist, painting my apartment, thinking about love, 401Ks and the future, take me away from me?
Is this what adults have been telling me, my entire life, will happen, finally happening to me? “You won’t have time for that in the future” I clearly remember my first boss ever telling me that when I started my career. But why? Why do we give up on our happiness for a career that sucks the life out of you, for friends that complain about things that are use less and for family relationships that seem to become more straining than anything else as we get older.
I understand this is hard. Having it all is not an option, but I am not trying to be president or CEO (at least not anytime soon). I am trying to find my happiness again. I am trying to do what makes me excited again, because right now I look in the mirror and I don’t even recognize myself. I find it hard to believe that that creativity was ever mine. Which is terribly wrong.
Try, try really hard to keep what makes you happy. Keep your hobbies active. My commitment to myself is to write at least for an hour, once a week –whether is here or somewhere else. Because you are the only you, you have and it’s your obligation to yourself to be happy
As I sit here at my kitchen countertop sipping on some soup and noodles while listening to an album I magically found when I searched “French Bistro” music on Spotify, I find my mind wondering about two things. The first, how even after living my entire life in Chicago I still am somehow surprised in the fluctuations and unpredictability in weather from a day to day (sometimes hourly) basis.
The second, and as equally unpredictable is love. Love, companionship, whatever it might be I find myself thinking about it quite some. It might just be this french bistro music (Lifescapes: Afternoon in Paris, by Dan Newton — Google it and you’re welcome). Or it might be all the weddings I’ve attend this summer.
Love in my very amateur observation is probably the most complex, endearing facets of the human psyche. People do crazy things for love, people die for love, people cry, laugh, ponder about love. All of which I assume you have heard before. But it all begs the question of how much our expectations of love is tainted by cinema, music, poems, etc. How much of our love that we share is real and how much is an emotion that we attach to lyric from a song? The expectations for love seem to be very high, I wonder how many possibility for love has been lost because of these distractions.
To be fair we can’t blame the media and artist of all kind on tainting our perception of love. It is their love, true or not, that has created the most incredible art in world (i.e. Taj Mahl). What I will say is that art, and artist help us express love, even if we didn’t paint the painting or write the song lyrics.
The other interesting element of love, is that it takes many forms. The love you have for your parents, for your siblings is far different for a love that you have for a partner. It’s kind of incredible if you think of it. You are born to love your family, however your partner is quite different. You essentially finding a complete stranger in this world and sharing the deepest of human emotion together, love. It’s twisted.
It is truly the most beautiful thing in the world. To love someone. Whether it be your family, your friends, your partner, your pet dog or a stranger. If love has the ability to move mountains, I’d like to see it.
Love is not an easy thing.
It’s not an easy thing to find.
It’s not an easy thing to keep or let go.
Love is never easy.
Love is for the brave.
It’s greater than a cinema,
far greater than a song.
Love is complex.
For those that love know
love can be great
and that every tear of a love lost
is a sign of hope.
A sign hope that shows
even when the greatest of loves fall,
the only thing that will bring love back,
is the love that one can have for himself.
Love is not an easy thing.
In the past few years I have read a number of biographies and autobiographies about presidents, historical figures, CEOs, entertainers. Somehow this became an unintentional attempt to understand what make people great.
As I see the world, most people are good. In the statistical world, the good people would be within 68.26% of the bell curve (+ or – a couple standard deviations from the mean. Let’s be real some us are a bit better than others). These are your normal, everyday, hard-working people, who go about each day as it comes. Their contribution to the world is the love they give to their family, friends, sometimes even the occasional stranger and tireless commitment to their jobs and even the community. The good people are necessary and perhaps the most important.
The good people in the world provide a baseline for the great to rise and the bad to fall below. Back to bell curve, those that we consider great fall would probably fall somewhere +3 standard deviations from the mean (approx. 1.3%*).So, what I’m trying to get at is that being great is rare. However, being great is also circumstantial and sometimes a gift, sometimes consequential.
In many of the books that I have read, what made people like Lincoln, Steve Jobs, Jamie Dimon (arguable, I know), Tina Fey so great often had a similar underlying theme. For instance, all them struggled, each in their own way. They all saw the world differently from the people around them. They weren’t afraid to take risks even if it meant going against the “norm.” Each of them made sacrifices for their dreams and their ambitions. All of them were courageous in every way possible, especially when they made mistakes. In my opinion, what made these people great is not that they rose from their mistakes or failures, it’s that they learned from they downfalls and accepted their failures as a part of a journey to achieve their goals.
All in all, the greatness exemplified by these characters has always been in their journey, their story of success. It is never the success itself. Success is subjective. You and I might define success very differently. Therefore, greatness can never be entirely about tangible achievements. These achievements can die quickly or go unfinished. Greatness in part is defined by character and perspective. However, the power that the good people have over the great is that they get to define who is great.
Like I said above, good will always be the platform for great. Good will get to choose whose story is worthy of being great, being noteworthy, being documented**. We all strive to be successful, as we rightfully should. But not enough us strive to be great.Great comes in your everyday lives, the little things that set you apart.
Just a reminder there is great in all of us. The great in all of us is defined by our potential. It’s up to us to choose to be great.
* Don’t quote me on the math
** Want to be clear when I say great I don’t mean famous. To those of you who think the Kardashians are great, shut up now.
It’s beautiful Saturday night, and as the rest of this city is putting on lipstick, strapping on sandals and spraying on some cologne to hit the town, I have decided to spend my evening indoors. It’s the first time in a long time that I’m home on Saturday night, and I absolutely love it. I’m not sure why more people don’t do this.
Saturday nights have always been such a priority. Something about being young and in the city that puts so much pressure on your Saturday evenings. “What do you mean you are staying in?!” texted one my friends earlier in the day. What I “mean” is, I’m sitting on my couch, pouring a glass of wine, listening to Etta James and reading tonight.. Sure, maybe you think it’s kind of sad, but truly some “me time” is the best time. Saturday night is so overrated, especially if you are single. For some reason, it’s inexcusable for you to stay in on a Saturday night…ever. Sure, I will miss out an opportunity to meet someone new, or make new memories with my friends over 3 or 4 whiskey gingers. The beauty of Saturday nights are in its possibilities to be “the best night ever” and most times making that possibility a reality can be exhausting.
And, this is why I’m throwing in the towel tonight. I feel like I’m officially transitioning into adulthood by being perfectly okay with staying in and waking up early on Sunday mornings to go for a run. To be honest, everything around me seems quieter, and so peaceful. I feel happier knowing that on Monday morning I will be well rested for the week. That’s another thing going out so often eats away from your productivity and sleep. Two things that become so much more valuable as an adult.
Anyway, I feel like I’m ranting. But truly, I think everyone should try staying in on Saturday nights every once in a while. It’s good for you, your soul and perhaps even your wallet.
Track on Repeat: Sunday Kind of Love – Etta James
I sit here on my dining table on a Sunday evening. To my right a bowl of vegetable soup which I have been slowly sipping on for the past hour and the song “Who Knows Who Cares” by the Local Natives just started playing on my Spotify playlist for the third time today. Fittingly so, I don’t have a topic to write about today. I thought I did, but it got lost as I was doing my laundry. I figured if I start writing, things will start making sense or maybe not, but I thank you for your patience.
This morning I had a conversation with a friend. We met at his office, sat down with a cup of coffee for myself and Cool Ranch Doritos for him and we talked. Sounds pretty normal, right? It was and it wasn’t. I couldn’t remember the last time I had such an open and honest conversation with someone about life. It’s a bit bizarre right? It wasn’t until the conversation ended that I realized it was a great talk.
It’s unfortunate that we spend so little time talking to each other. We are always rushing in and out of everything, every second of our lives are timed, scheduled, so process driven. We spend the better our human interaction staring at a screen than looking at someone’s face or hearing someone’s voice. I understand this is just the evolution of human communication but the beauty of a good, uninterrupted conversation is remarkable. It’s therapeutic in many ways. You find out things about yourself through listening the other person’s story.
The key is honesty. The most important thing you can ask someone and yourself in a good conversation is to be honest. Ask honest questions, answer honesty, and respond honesty. The second, is asking ‘Why?’ The power of “why” in a conversation allows you to get to the core of the other person’s perspective. It forces examples, and making it productive of both of you.
It’s hard to have open and honest communication with everyone. It’s hard to find the time to have a long talk with and pour your soul to just anyone. But all you need is one person. A single person, who is willing to talk. Go find that person and talk. Talk about anything or everything. I guarantee you walk away inspired, ready to do-something, and even happier. It’s almost like someone hit the restart button on your perspective and you feel like you conquer the world all over again.
Good conversation: “Easy as it sounds, it’s not easily done”