Not all dream equally, to paraphrase T.E. Lawrence. But all do. Don’t we?
And what of those dreams? Do they delight, astonish, and bring joy?
Do they terrify, or cause us to shiver in the night?
Do we dream in the light of day, seeing the possible where others see only impossible?
Dreams, my friend, are the building blocks of the miraculous.
There is no limit to what we can achieve. This is something we’re told. Maybe we believe it, maybe we don’t. And, whether or not we believe can actually affect how true it is…
We have limiting beliefs. We have beliefs that get us through our days; through the difficult times and even the good. And when it comes to our potential, it’s a matter of what we believe we can handle, and are we accepting the fear and moving forward anyway.
Do we dare to go for it.
Sure. We will fall. It’s inevitable. But do we get back up? Do we dare to keep going?
We are a searching people. From the earliest days, we’ve been trying to find our way into the light. To safety. To companionship, to community, and to the unknown.
Will we ever find what we are looking for? Do any of us know what it is we actually want?
At the end of the day, the only one who can answer that is yourself.
There was a piece in my news app this weekend about an Amazon delivery driver asking a FedEx driver to borrow two bucks to buy an iced tea. Turns out, the pay that this Amazon driver received wasn’t enough for unaccounted for spending, like a drink on his route. A lot apparently went to gas, as the driver had to travel to report to work.
Of course, Amazon reported a net income of 33.36 Billion USD last year. These profits come from huge market share and cutting overhead costs wherever possible, including in the driver salary area. Not that they receive a salary, as I believe all their last-mile drivers are private contractors.
So, what does that discount actually cost? It’s hard to say. But if all we do is log in and shop, without considering how the process works, we remain ignorant to serious issues that may arise, such as income inequality.
I’ve been hanging out with a lot of writers. Or, those who want to be writers. As a somewhat-writer myself, I understand. The process takes time, the navigating making it a career, and in this, LA and the film industry, just about everyone has a screenplay. So I’ve been told. No one ever lets me read them.
But, the goal shouldn’t be to sell a screenplay. To sell anything. Yes, that is great ambition, and honestly, it’s going to be the thing that most people will say is their goal.
You know what, though? The goal is writing. Just writing. Or just acting. Or just showing up, doing your best, whether or not it even gets noticed.
You hope it does. And I hope it does. I hope that for me, and for you, and for everyone trying to do their best out there. Because just doing it, just showing up. That’s the most important thing. Everything else is just icing on the cake.
I could write about travel, which I admittedly do from time to time. Though I am not confident in the amount of insight I have into a place that I can write about it intelligently. Take Los Angeles, for instance. Someone once wrote about it, in 1923, “Los Angeles is a white bull terrier. His hide is a little soiled and his voice is a little raucous. He dives in among the automobile wheels, upsets all the garbage cans on both sides of the street, gets into a few friendly fights by way of entertainment, and is all wrong most of the time. But oh, how he does love life! He just loves everybody!”
It’s a simple analogy, and the start of the piece was in comparison to San Francisco, and how it is like a Russian Wolf Hound. I’ve not been to San Francisco. LA, though, and bull terriers. That’s a fun bit of writing. And I don’t know that I’ve ever compared a place to a breed of dog, whatsoever.
I haven’t left the country in over two years, though I’ve been to several states during the pandemic, and now call North Hollywood home, at least until the vagabonding spirit takes hold of me again.
At one time, which now seems like so long ago, I posted daily. I did it in batches, scheduled them out, but the posts would update every day. Sometimes they were short. Mostly, they were short.
Occasionally they were longer. But, the nice thing about an every day posting schedule is you don’t have to feel that what you say needs to have much weight.
What that means, is, if you post everyday, some days are going to be toss aways. It may be just a little bit that someone doesn’t get anything out of. That no one does. But there’s always tomorrow.
You’re also more current, even if it’s written and scheduled in batches.
But with weekly posts, or monthly, or whatever, there can be an added pressure to write something worth writing. For someone to spend their time reading.
Sure, you can fail at that as well. I mean, absolutely. It just means that there’s more pressure, for better or worse.
I often wonder what shape this blog should take. Even though I sometimes let it morph into what it wants before realizing that it’s gotten away from me. For my part, I just like writing. It helps me focus my thoughts. In my head, they go quickly, all over the place, down winding roads and up Escher staircases.
But where is it heading…
Going through a stack of notes, and not sure what has made its way onto the blog and what was just early stage thoughts. I’m sometimes very good about keeping track, and other times, not so much.
I periodically sift through, seeing what it was I was thinking about at a certain time. Where my head was at. Because, even now, I feel an overriding need for direction in my life – direction which I may or may not currently possess.
But isn’t that true of most everyone?
Seth Godin once wrote that we may have a supply, but it doesn’t mean that there’s necessarily a demand. That could be a supply of capital, or intellect, or a product, point-of-view, etc.
So of you’re sitting there, thinking how to drum up demand for your supply (whatever it happens to be), the first question you’d better answer is whether you yourself would want it. Because if the answer is no, you’re probably going back to the drawing board.