“If a man knows not to which port he sails, no wind is favorable.
Seneca the Younger
They say, you only have a present.
They say, excellence is a myth.
I beg to differ.
Rather I argue, we have The Present and A Future at the same time.
That mediocrity is a choice and so is excellence.
Now why I’d say that? Why bother for future, … for something absolutely inconceivable? Why not settle with the circus of this immediate present?
Well, mostly, I say that — because it’s my life’s thesis.
It’s one truth which still cuts me closest to the bones.
It’s why I still get sleepless nights trying to re-adjust myself, self-reflecting, if I’m on the other side of the aisle.
To the path of eternal mediocrity. Invested in the circus of the present without accounting for the future.
Again, why you’d ask?
Although this is far behind me. Today, I’ve a confession to make.
I come from an excellently, financially deprived family. Now, from my simplistic barometer, we were and still are the wealthiest nuclear family in assets that include massive amount of love and compassion with gigantic bungalow of kindness and limitless, exotic, mouthwatering happiness per se [No exaggeration intended]. However, as I was just graduating my 10th standard, my mum perhaps painfully dropped a hint that she, … our family, might not be able to invest in my school of choice. That I were to look for some cheap alternative education or at best — scholarships!
Fact: She loaned her only left jewelries to get me admitted to a science school.
No doubt, this was heartbreaking for merely a 16 year old teen to fathom at that time.
To him. For I — The future was grim. And there was no fucking light at the end of the tunnel.
There were no free throws.
No silver spoon shoved up in my arse.
No life jacket for a drowning sailor!
No free snacks for the hungry dreamer.
No free air for someone with a heavy, collapsing, coronoid lung.
No free reality.
No free, nothing!
Looking back, I can heart-fully say. This has been the cornerstone of my identity, that, this is perhaps the only reason why I put my heart and my ass together in w.h.a.t.e.v.e.r I do.
That, this is why, I seek meat work, mattered work, pure work, real work in every forms of work.
Now, don’t mistake me for boasting this shit out, or for someone who’s trying to earn your pity or your likability or sorts because of this out-of-my-hands circumstances and how I’ve dealt with the cards I was handed and came out okay. No, not a fridging way!
I’m just saying that if you are not ready to do some hardcore shits; Not prepared to get comfortable with the uncomfortable and grow as you grow and put up your best foot forward in your present for your future to be;
You are a slow cancer to yourself,
and you’re soon to be those painful Hemorrhoids right inside the butt hole,
and for sure, obsolete,
and easily disposable and useless,
and soulless,
and a bag of disappointments and god knows what.
Now, Excellence.
[Metaphorically speaking – No disrespect intended, nor praise]
The difference between well-filled mind and a well-formed mind is ridiculously of a street dog and The Elon Musk.
Again, no disrespect intended, nor praise.
Well-filled mind.
Well, it needs instructions. It’s lazy. Repetitive. It’s easy life. Easy choice. Life is fate, fate is life kind of blokes.
Wild.
Free.
Fucked!
Well-Formed mind.
Well, it needs work, doesn’t it?
Original thinkers.
Midnight fuel.
Innovators.
Curious. Creators.
Examining. Experimenting.
Forming. Un-forming. Reforming.
Seeking.
Becoming.
They are disrupters.
They’re the future.
Whence, if that’s not the scent of excellence, what is?
In short.
In this complicated world.
In this noisy world.
Excellence is a journey.
Excellence is expensive.
Excellence comes at a price. With a price!
Begin with the end in mind!
Present for future, but there has to be one, isn’t it?
Lastly, here’s a video of Steve Jobs from Apple voicing on the top of his lungs that they do fucking think differently!
