I have never been one to define myself by my generation but the more time I spend just existing in each day the more I realize how profoundly different my perspective is on what this world owes me compared to the twenty-somethings of this new generation.
When I was in my twenties, and even now, I never for one moment thought the world owed me anything. It was up to me to put in the work to earn my place on this revolving planet and prove to everyone that I deserved my spot here. And I have continued my journey in that paragon of reality. But so many of the generation of today feel a sense of entitlement and hope to gain the greatest amount of accolades with the least amount of effort. They seem to expect everything for nothing.
The thought process plagues me and I spend countless hours wondering where this ideology began. Where did they acquire this sense of entitlement? How is it they can feel so exempt from basic human nature as to not strive for achievement and the resounding sense of accomplishment that follows without putting in the work? They have become a generation of people willing to rest on the laurels of others and take the credit for the blood, sweat and tears that they have not emitted. They live in the pampered dog world – not the dog eat dog – world and it makes me fear for their longevity in the authenticity of being a member of the human race.
A sense of attainment is based on hard work. You get back what you put forth. That dog eat dog world promotes the attitude of “survival of the fittest” and those who are deemed fit are those who actually compete. If you are sitting on the sidelines and simply relishing in the victory of the team without playing, you are winning by default.
There are some members of this younger generation who have made it out from under the blades of “helicopter parenting” and are becoming successful adults who are willing to work hard and take responsibility for their own success. But the vast number I have encountered rely heavily on others to do the work for them. A word to the not-so-wise, if your mom calls to get you a summer job your resume will find itself at the bottom of the pile.
To those particular slackers, I say – participate in the outcome of your own journey. You can only blame other people for so long for any supposed limitations before you are forced to subject yourself to a heaping dose of introspection. The only limit in your life is the amount of effort you are willing to put forth to strive for personal success. Life isn’t easy, but the satisfaction achieved when you are successful is well worth the energy exerted to create that success.
Hey twenty-somethings – reality is calling….it wants you to join us.
Stealthily, they weave among the crowds, always maintaining their position slightly below the radar to avoid drawing attention to themselves. They seamlessly blend into their surroundings, appropriately smiling and nodding when they deem a response is necessary, but never actively participate in the live conversation swirling around them. They are the oblivious – they are the relatively small number of people who just – don’t – get it.
By any standards, they would most likely maintain a moderate intelligence quotient, function well at a full-time job and perhaps even procreate to pass the torch of their DNA on to the latest members of the human gene pool. However, in what may well be a fleeting moment of idiocy, they lose their grasp on true logic.
There are websites dedicated to this phenomenon and the stories are, not only hilarious but, astounding. One of my true favorites, which may be a complete fallacy, or not, is a group of friends walking along a beach when one friend cries out “look at that dead bird” and his friend looks up in the sky and says, “where?”. They do walk among us.
This post was not inspired by the nameless, faceless many who have undoubtedly experienced this factual anomaly, but by a phone call to a radio station in Fargo, ND that I had long since forgotten, until now. If this whole call was fabricated, congratulations to the people who thought up this gem. If was an actual call (and apparently it was authenticated as an actual call) this woman truly believes she has the answer to a safety issue for drivers. Please be advised Fargo, ND – she walks among you. (although her name may have been changed to protect the idiot)
After being ignored by local television stations and newspapers, a woman took her cause to her local radio station. In a very decisive and articulate argument, she was very concerned and somewhat shocked that the government transportation agencies would choose such heavily trafficked areas to post the standard issue deer crossing signs. She firmly believes that, after obtaining their passing grades from primary school, the deer would have the wherewithal to comprehend the meaning of the sign and change their crossing patterns to coincide with the location of said signs.
In a moment in which she seems irretrievably misguided, and there were several, she had not only convinced herself but tried to convince the world at large that the deer would heed the wishes of the transportation agency and only cross at the location of the signs. Since she has been involved in three vehicular incidents with these highly educated creatures, her argument to move the deer crossing signs closer to a school zone frightens me immensely. How many children will she hit before the government has to relocate the school children crossing signs to a near-by freeway?
Please listen to the following and weigh in…..do you think this call is real and, if so, has she changed her name and moved to a state where the deer are just as clueless as she is?
The hotel in my brain had been open but every room, on every floor, seemed to be empty. I got home from another 13-hour work day yesterday, opened the laptop and stared blankly at the screen. The lobby in my hotel was lifeless, the elevator was stuck on the ground floor and there was no movement in the confines of my cranium. The hotel in my head, for all intents and purposes, was closed for business. The hamster on the wheel of creativity was dead.
After a much-needed ten hours of sleep, the elevator is faintly humming once again. The front desk staff are present and smiling and the bellman is waiting patiently to assist me with my words. The neon vacancy sign still hums but the ideas are slowly coming to check in and the hotel is back in business. I’m hoping after a few coffee breaks the writing staff will be comfortably ensconced in their suites, ready to work, and the writing hotel will soon be sold out.
I have enjoyed the interaction with other people over the last five days but I will eagerly anticipate the required maintenance being finished at the hotel in my brain so I can hop on the elevator when I get home and reach the penthouse of idioms upon my return.
The vacancy sign of inspiration is flickering because the ideas have begun to occupy the rooms in the recesses of my brain. I’m hoping by tonight the prolific hotel in my mind will be sold out.
“I never lose….either I win or I learn.” ~ Spirit Science
I consider myself to be very fortunate because I have made many mistakes throughout my life’s journey. My reward is not in the error itself but in the fact that I was able to take something positive from a negative experience and use it to gain knowledge.
I choose to be happy that I made egregious errors in judgement because those missteps in my life may have led me to the path I was meant to follow. Those miscalculations made me better understand myself and realize that I have not lost anything. I have merely chosen to take more from the situation, to comprehend life’s advice, rather than to walk away defeated and sad.
I feel like a victor because I have been able to truly learn from the lapses in my reasoning. I did not gain strength from anything other than lifting myself back up, dusting myself off and starting over again.
Choices are easy to make but consequences are hard to ignore. Those who cannot see the bigger picture will simply feel like they have lost. But those able to see beyond the initial reaction to their action will realize that they have won because they have learned more about themselves having done it the hard way than they would have by quietly admitted defeat.
I will never lose. It is a bold statement but one I stand behind with absolute certainty. I will take my lumps, learn my lessons and be much more prepared for the rest of the life that my future has in store for me. Losing is not an option.
It is not often (or ever) that I have put a load of pure crap into a subject line but there is a first for everything. Let’s dispel a myth. The truth really is you only die once, you live every day. And there are those, like me, who believe you live more than one lifetime.
Living is done on per diem basis and can only be defined by how much life you put into your life. We all think that life is about spending countless hours finding ourselves but, really, life is about creating ourselves. Each day we wake up and we yawn. We pull ourselves from the cocoon of covers we have created during the night and we stretch. We take a deep breath to start a fresh day with a fresh outlook. This is not our one shot to live. This is our chance to wipe clean the slate of the previous day and draw a unique plan for a new day. It is our constant do-over. The thought of only living once is a complete fallacy.
Life is an amazing gift. To look at it as a one shot deal is sad. We are afforded countless days to live. We are given a blank canvas to create our own masterpiece and, as we tread through our days, we add the colors in which we find true happiness. We paint the shapes that give us structure. We create the lines that separate the things we wish to keep at a distance and we pencil in the shades to mask the things we wish to avoid. We also have the ability to erase the things that we thought would fit into our portrait but those things just didn’t seem to blend into the bigger picture.
The beauty of our life’s canvas is that it can be recreated. An intrinsic piece of art can always be remastered and designed to portray the life that we want it to convey. The Mona Lisa, had anyone wanted her to, could have had a completely different smile. Our opus is our own. No other person has the power to tell us that our life must follow a set trajectory.
Use the spectrum of color and live your life. Live it every day and live it to the fullest, but live that way because you want to. Believe that your life is your canvas and change the lines whenever you feel the need. Erase the colors and start with a new palette and, while you are splashing those pigments to create a new spectral portrait, laugh in the face of those who think you only live once.
I tumble weightlessly through my dreamscape,
I cry out, but no words can be heard.
My arms circle in a frantic pattern.
I fall through layers of emotion.
There seems to be no bottom to this chasm,
no earthly pillow to land upon.
I catch a glimpse of you,
standing with arms outstretched and I fall.
I float freely with no need to cry out,
knowing you will be there to catch me,
to wake me from this nightmare.
Your eyes beckon me to trust.
My body drifts through the haze.
No longer questioning, I gently fall at your feet.