The Stuff of Life

February 17, 2015 — Leave a comment

Awwww… the stuff of life. The physical draw of the tangible. The illustrious pull of the image.  The lure of the secret, scandalous message.  All of those are so powerful and gripping in the world of the here and now. I hate their weight and I hate how they can call like the sirens deep at sea until their song and screech pulls me in from the tip of my toes and lulls me to their hollow call.  Knowing this I still dance to the hum and sway of its intoxicating rhythm; it’s a mystery to my existence.  I have so much beyond all of this that wields such elegant grace and yet I tend to clamor to the noise and the clutch of rust and waste.  Lead me on and beyond this while I am yet still alive and in it.

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We scour books on strategy and wisdom.  We plunder the streets for the latest trends and innovations that are making headlines. We pillage our brains trying to be the next guy or gal to invent that thing that everyone needs. We are all at some level looking for impact. We want to leave our mark that signifies our distinct and unique signature.  We want our lives to matter.

I think the only way to leave behind an indentation that lasts, instead of that hand in a bucket of water feeling, is to be about people.  If you get people to give you consent to lead them and then change them, your mark will last forever.  They will tell your story until it goes viral.   They will see that you understand…It’s people….It’s always people.

A new era…

July 16, 2013 — Leave a comment

In an era of hyper change and hyper competition, where webbed networks level all points of control, and today’s participants abhor centralization, work and life demand a new way, a more natural way.

Our path…Our road

March 16, 2013 — Leave a comment

We must choose our path, our road and bear what we must on our own. There is no one else to bear the road taken but the one who chose it. -Abe from the movie Lincoln.

There is resolve in this.  Firm, resolute resolve that puts the burden of proof and difficulty of choice on our own plate and beneath our own feet.  And yet, our nature is to point fingers, lay blame, claim “victim,” or run for the hills when the travail supersedes the end, and yet we are the ones that ultimately choose what that end looks like. We bear the burden of the road. We are the ones that carve the path with our fingers and our toil and our choices that then tell the details of our story. Where we are in this sea is in large part a result of the interconnectivity of our choices along side of those of others and their place we let them play in our story.  Sure we all have been dealt to some degree or another a raw deal and/or a bad hand, but what shape does it take?  Do we sit back and bask in the alleged calamity or forge forward to find new fields?

What makes us all the same is that we get to mesh together the random meanderings of our circumstances and the capacity of our souls with the hope to find resolve within this freedom. We are determined to find the end, but the distinction resides in the choice and then the strength to bear what we chose.