No one wants to be “that guy”.
The guy you rolled your eyes at in your early 20’s while spewing explosive promises about how you would NEVER let yourself become like that.Â You were convinced you were different, that you saw the truth and that would keep you from ever allowing a house, a job, a budget, a boss, the laundry, a schedule, or anything else you considered to be completely devoid of heart to suck all the passion out of your life.
So stop and take a look nowâ€¦ are you as different from that as you thought you’d be?
I’ll think I’m in pretty good shape and holding up well to my youthful ideals until I one day find myself clutching my steering wheel until my knuckles are white while yelling back at my radio whenever John Mayer tries to give me hopeâ€¦ “SCREW YOU JOHN MAYER!! There is, there is, there IS too such a thing as the real world!Â I’m TRYING to rise above and it’s just not possible!Â I hope one of your non-real world celebrity girlfriends pops a fake boob and you get silicone in your eye!!!”
This moment is always a red flag. Â
But you know you’re in very real trouble when you proceed to spend the rest of the day crying on the couch, clutching your childhood Teddy Bear, Fuzzy, while trying to think happy thoughts in hopes that you’re feet will slowly begin to lift on the ground and you will fly away to Never Never Land to join Tink and the Lost Boys.Â If you start chasing your shadow around the living room trying to catch it, call the hospital.
Time to start asking the important questions (actually it’s way past time at that point because I hear it’s hard to journal while wearing a straight jacket).
Like I said, no one wants to be “that guy”. The” old, fat, grandpa man” that Robin Williams played in Hook who actually friggin FORGOT he was Peter Pan!! That guy who has lost all his identity to the “real world”, who has nothing of REAL value left inside himself that he is able to extend to others. When you are sucked dry of all the emotions that make you a “real boy” rather than just a wooden puppet (stress doesn’t count by the wayâ€¦ and yes, I switched stories on you for a second there), who are you helping?Â You may feel like you’re sacrificing, but what are you sacrificing and who are you doing it for are two very important questions to ask yourself on a regular basis so that you don’t wake up one day and realize that you began sacrificing for someone and after awhile it either turned into merely a mindless habit that is no longer necessary or even worse, something that is actually damaging the person you started out trying to help (and they adopt captain Hook as their father).Â The point is there is only so much you can sacrifice of yourself before you start to sacrifice the good that you are actually intending to do.
Just please, please don’t settle for something that will suck you dry and spit you out dead, before you even ask if there’s another way.Â Don’t permanently sacrifice everything that makes you who you are… everything that you were made to be and all the ways you were made to live… all in the name of sacrificing for others.Â If you yourself are drowning, how can you teach your kid to swim so he’ll make it to the shore?
You are not much good to anyone if you are dying on the inside. Â
Please, wake yourself up and look at the world around you.Â Opportunities, adventures, and chances for you to benefit the world in ways that only you can, are ALL passing you by as you wallow in self-pity or pretend like you don’t notice that there’s an entire world going on outside of your normal day to day habits that consume and overwhelm you all by themselves.
Wake up.Â Do something.Â Don’t settle in for some sort of penance.Â Don’t play the martyr.Â I know you have a family, you have things or people to sacrifice for.Â But what are your sacrifices getting them?Â What do they really need?Â These are the questions you need to be asking.
I’m guessing what your family needs most is a passionate person who can extend to them love, energy, and life lessons about the worldâ€¦
… while most of the other adults around you are spending their time either in a numb haze or a stress induced stupor.Â Be discontent with mediocre, with a hum drum life, with a robot existence…. ask questions, challenge norms, take risks… do SOMETHING!
Be discontent for the sake of the people you love.
Join us all in this quest for The Rare Existence… you need this because they need you.