"The saddest thing in life is wasted talent” A Bronx Tale
Wasted talent... A
life lived in silence, never making a splash, never making a statement, or
taking a stand. You clock in on Monday and clock out 25 years later and for
the life of you, you can’t account for the time spent... Talents wasted,
a life lived in smoldering frustration that this is all there is.
Actually convincing yourself that making fifty thousand dollars a year
doing something that a well trained monkey could do is success. No
mention of purpose, no thoughts of making a difference, leaving a legacy or at
least failing doing exactly what you love to do. Nope, our thoughts are
centered around 401k's and three day weekends... finding the slickest way to
arrive late without getting noticed or finding joy in the fact that our cubical
allows us to sneak out before quitting time. Damn! There has to be
more to life than this...
My circle of
friends are some of the most talented people you could ever meet, nothing is
beyond their realm of comprehension and mastery. But I don't think I know
a single person that is happy or at least satisfied with their career.
True, we might be making more money than we have before and that provides
some since of comfort but it definitely doesn't inspire joy
or fulfillment. The amount of money made is only worth the effort put in to getting it and right now I might as well be working for minimum wage.
A female friend of mine asked me the other day did I think it was
maturity that keeps me working at a job I hate, in a field I loathe,
making a salary that doesn't even matter? I told her I sure hope that
those are not the actions of the mature; I hope that wisdom is not gained in
such ways. No, I said, I think it’s more a matter of fear, fear of having
to re live life's lessons. At some point you get to an age where life
makes it extremely hard for you to leap, you begin to get coaxed off the ledge
by ideas of maturity, responsibility, and adulthood. These buzz words
are what keeps you waking up in the morning and doing just enough not to get
fired lol.
Soon I will be
turning 30 years old and I have made a decision to take one last leap of faith,
one last time where I go "all in" and depend solely on my talents and
ambition to make it work. I’ve come to realize that I’m way to immature
to follow this path of mediocrity, so as I prepare myself to climb this ledge
for the last time I think not of the fall but to the flight.
I find comfort in knowing I'm not the only person who feels like this.
ReplyDeleteConsider my life re-evaluated and found wanting. Time to step it up.
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