Gratitude is a warm coffee on a sleepy Seattle morning; it’s like peeing yourself, “everyone can see it but only you can feel it”. Gratitude lights up your face when you see an aeroplane fly low over your apartment, ready to join its atmospheric friends atop the runway; wow, what an amazing species we are… we’ve engineering metal tubes to propel us through the air. Blessed. Gratitude is that big cheeky grin when you realise how lucky you are; how lucky you are that you’re alive in the most prosperous time in history, surrounded by amazing people and in a career that you love. Gratitude is seeing the silver lining in a seemingly grey situation, seeing the positive in a seemingly net negative; it’s a paradigm shift, a slow dance away from a focus on what your life isn’t, rather than what it is. Gratitude is the best application you could ever install in your mind, it’s the air underneath your wings, lifting you above the clouds… floating. Floating, I’m floating, suspended in a state of pure bliss and it’s because I see that nothing is amiss; my life is whole, independent from the external state of things.
There lives a man who has no head. A man with a blank stare, a stranger to all the rest. This man feels a symphony of emotion, yet he denies them power over him. He sits with no head and gazes out into the world, staring out onto things with stoic indifference. His mind races with thought, just like all minds do, but this thought holds no power over him. This man is a stoic, external events bother him less because of the power that lies within the neutral judgement of things; neutral judgement permits external things no power over him, for how can they? How can rain perturb the emotions of a man if he wishes no for dryness or wetness? How can anxiety grip a man who has no preference for the order of things?
“Who then is invincible? The one who cannot be upset by anything outside their reasoned choice.“ — Epictetus
The puppet dances at each whim of its master; unknowingly dominated. Wide-eyed the puppet gazes out into the world ignorant. He feels a feeling of safety, a feeling of ultimate fictitiousness…the strings make him feel like he belongs; wanted. None of it is real, his life is a scene in the master plan.
The puppet is free.
Scared, confused and disorientated the puppet steps into an unknown world. Walking without guidance, panic-stricken and unsure, the puppet makes his first step…another, and then another. He is walking without support, albeit shakily.
Time goes on and soon he is running. Sometimes he falls over, sometimes he stays down for long, but he pulls himself up. He pulls himself up by his strings, he is his own master.
When your supports are kicked out beneath you it’s an uncertain experience. Your entire life tilts into the unknown and you are afraid. You can do it, push on, pick yourself up and keep walking. You are no longer a puppet, you have value and you are the master of your world. You are free to create, produce and explore.
A world exists inside of me. In this realm exists euphoria, melancholy and enigmatic sensation. Enigmatic beings live here too, producers of the greatest creations and the most blissful sensations. However, these beings possess antithetical energy, an energy of which brings such ecstasy rapidly to baseline.
A world exists inside of me, this inner manifests the outer. Erratic, sporadic and impulsive, inconsistently consistent and resistant to my resistance. Controlling, overwhelming and paradoxically positive. Strange?
Although I am possessed by pure unrelenting turbulence I embrace it. This energy lights my fire and inspires with feelings of pure ecstasy to push onwards. This energy creates my greatest moments and allows me to become a source of inspiration for others. This is my calling.
Turbulent emotions are tough, but life is tougher. I will endure so that I can inspire others to create a better life.
I will endure.
The boy raises his hand in response to the teacher’s question. The boy answers. Swiftly, the teacher responds “incorrect!”. Silence befalls the room. His peers snigger.
Why do you flee from incorrectness, as if it were fire? What properties does incorrectness possess that are undesirable or harmful?
Perhaps…”It is embarrassing to be wrong in the presence of peers, or those respected”.
This is a common objection to the willingness to experience failure in the eyes of those respected, or equal to. Failing to answer a question correctly during academia is assumed to attract contempt.
Those to think contemptuously of a person who tries and fails, possess a fixed mindset. Those who embody a fixed mindset believe that intelligence is fixed…it cannot be changed. This is false.
Were you born fluent in your native tongue? Were you always able to run, jump, and climb? Were you always this competent, able and analytical? Any persons answering yes to this question are not telling the truth.
Failure, to be wrong, begets improvement. Improvement begets a better life. A better life is something to strive towards. If you live a better life, you contribute more to your world.
To be better, IS TO FAIL. To fail IS TO IMPROVE. To improve IS TO LIVE A BETTER LIFE. To live a better life IS TO IMPROVE THE WORLD.
The children who think contemptuously of the boy who failed…self-righteous in their perspective. Those who possess a fixed mindset do not grow because they cannot be wrong.
To not grow is embarrassing. To refuse to strive towards a better life is wrong.