Today’s positive Outlook is a story. Have your coffee and enjoy…
We are all individuals. Given that, we can all be gathered up in a few categories. There are the continuously negative where everything happens to them despite their best effort. The observers who watch others and complain about every action taken by those who live life. They are the ones that want everyone to stop playing. If they can’t play, neither should anyone else. Then, there are those that have been fortunate enough to have never had to taste the bitter.I say that with an air of sarcasm. Those poor souls have always just observed. They are the spectators, the sidekicks, and the white noise.
I can say my greatest quality is an ability to see everything as an attainable challenge, and the one thing I am most proud of is never failing. My reference is not towards the little setbacks, such as having to repeat a course, not hitting a home run the first 100 at bats in the minor, minor, minor beer league. Nor would it be the fact that the recollection of my first goal is in my own net prior to achieving mediocre house league status and eventually scoring on the other team’s goalie. Never failing means never giving up.
There are so many adventures ahead of me and getting knocked down from time to time isn’t only tolerable, it is in fact what makes existing fun. I am constantly told I have the best stories. Fact is, we all have the best stories. I simply pride myself on storytelling and lesson sharing. Proof? You’re reading one right now! If I had a lesson to share about being knocked down I would talk about bullying, being stripped naked in high school and thrown outside. Imagine if you will, all the grade 12 kids in the smoking area seeing a naked grade 9 kid in a snowbank just outside the boy’s physed changeroom emergency exit. Tell them about shrinkage Jerry! If you were there you would also have know I hadn’t really hit puberty yet. It was not so fun then, but a magnificent story now about character building. That moment along with countless other intimidating actions steered me a few short years later to my first great fist fight. The learned lesson being that a punch to the face is nothing compared to the day-to-day terrorizing of my spirit, and fighting back was rather awe-inspiring. In the end it was over simply because the tormenters only enjoy easy targets. After a few more of these knuckle scraping incidents I realized I would never go pro. I was a movie cliché in the parking lots at closing time. The lessons harnessed from that time would provide me the mental strength to focus on surviving some scary physical situations later in life.
Someone that sees life as an achievable challenge is the person who gets back on the motorbike after a near death crash. A person who stands on a high bridge and does a one and a half into dark water after having broken his neck only a few years earlier. We are the people that seek out jumping from a plane just because we trust the parachute, ourselves and not doing it is being a spectator. We board a plane to a foreign country by ourselves with no itinerary. We do these because we know that anything is possible. We are the ones that go back to school later in life and continue to get better because staying the same isn’t an option. Stitches, concussions, broken bones. Physical scars on the outside heal and so do the ones on the inside. The best part of living is in fact, living.
When these challenging events present themselves you can succumb to them and decide you are done playing. You then take a few steps back and waste your time sheltered from life, an observer of others living it. You grow into a spectator of your own life. You are neither the protagonist nor the antagonist. You are the crowd and the background noise that the writer inserts into the paragraph to heighten the experience of the people truly living the life.
Me? Life is achievable. Getting back up is like anything else, you need to do over and over for it to become easier. Rocketing down the ice with the puck and I see it in the goalie’s eyes, he realizes he needs to pay attention as I have recognised scoring is feasible. It’s about the pitcher being mindful that he can’t just throw anything at me, I’ve learned to hit the home run. It’s about watching a sunset while falling from the sky waiting to open a parachute because I know I can. It’s about getting up, brushing off the dirt, and working the smile back into my day to day, reminding myself, GAME ON!