Have you ever seen a weed trying to grow out of a crack in the sidewalk? . Why would it bother to go through the hassle of growing through a crack in the sidewalk, only to be yanked out of existence or sprayed with weed killer? It’s simple: The weed isn’t thinking about failing. It doesn't know it's not supposed to be there. It isn’t expecting to be pulled out of its home. Its instinct is just to keep growing, keep moving forward. That’s it. If you think about it, that’s how most non-human living things go about life. Without being paralyzed by fear.
Studies have shown that human babies only have two fears: 1. Fear of loud noises. 2. Fear of falling.
That’s it.
Not fear of death.
Not fear of failing.
Not fear of rejection.
Not fear of embarrassment.
Those come later.
Do I want to be rejected or embarrased? Hell no. I don’t want to fail and I’m not really interested in dying at this juncture in my life either. I want to live. LIVE. Not just exist – to work, pay bills, eat, shit, sleep and then go back to work – living for Fridays, for the next 30 years, until I “retire”. I swear, sometimes retirement is dangled in front of the American public as some type of heaven that you earn after surviving the daily excercise of having your soul sucked through a coffee stirrer for the better part of your adult life…but I digress.
Writing this blog is scary. Putting my feelings out there is fucking terrifying, but writing makes me happy. It makes me feel alive, so here I am, trying to be like the weed and not worry anything else except growth. I just keep plugging away, breaking through the concrete and my own bullshit.
Maybe I’ll be cruelly snatched from my spot…but until that happens I’m just going to keep going.
Maybe I’ll be cruelly snatched from my spot…but until that happens I’m just going to keep going.
