Somewhere, somehow I got complacent in the last few weeks. Maybe because it’s July in four days and I’m still wondering where May went.
Maybe because the buzz over Klout scores and SM peeps trippin over influence on salamanders to stamp collecting is so last week.
Or perhaps once again because I haven’t read as much as I should , seen a new movie, made time for friends or a significant, invoked balance from work and traveling. Again, no one’s fault but mine.
Experience and education is incongruous, too — what you Don’t do often speaks louder than what you do.
So instead of regurgitating/copy-pasting industry information for those of you who still don’t understand what exactly it is that I do and love for a living (which is why we reserve such banter for telephone or family reunions) —
I’m just gonna do what I know best: write, perform, rock-out to The Princess and the Frog like no one’s business or play some Scriabin.
As Abe Lincoln so deftly put it: To sin by silence when we should protest makes cowards of men.
Time to break the ice about the president’s plan to begin withdrawing troops from Afghanistan and Osama bin Laden’s recent death, developments which until now I’ve observed but remained impartial.
Frankly, I have and always will be disgusted by violence and cowardice. Courage, conviction and passion in everything you are, feel, think and do is not contingent upon the approval, acceptance or admiration of others, least of all the masses.
That being said, I was not among those throughout the country celebrating the death of another human being, whether he “deserved” it or not.
As with any extreme mindset or agenda, it’s profoundly easy to resort to vindictive, spiteful behavior that extols power and deceit over the value of human life. That value set and behavior’s the true “terror.”
In the absence of love or compassion, fear covers all manners of wrong. A mentor and friend from high-school would often remind me of a base but powerful saying: What is popular is not always right, and what is right is not always popular.
The reality? A jerk is a Jerk, an asshole an Asshole — no matter what religion, sexual orientation, shape, size or color the person comes in (Read Olivier Blanchard’s A Better Business Doctrine Part I: Assholes are bad for business).
Everyone defines happiness differently. Integrity comes when you’re no longer gabbing on and on about it: when a blog post, eight children, a ’72 Nova Turbo LS1 or book pales in comparison to a life led by love — no matter how you envision it.
For me it’s passion, creativity, ingenuity, insatiable curiosity. The will/vision, hunger and heart to go where others are not. Not just personally or professionally – in every facet and aspect of life. No fear.
Who are you? What do you see? And lastly…where will you go?
Dan Gilbert >> Stumbling on Happiness website
Chris Brogan >> The Happiness Project