When I look at myself and ask, “What is it that sets me apart from others?” besides the fact that I am like everyone else, unique, I am drawn to one thing: my commitment, my absolute, seemingly undying commitment to myself, to fulfil myself at the highest possible level in this lifetime.
After all, I am just the same as everyone else in terms of my potential and indeed my source: we are all “chips off the old block”, shards of the universal consciousness. So, knowing that some people out-performing others is not about superiority, given that we each have infinite potential, it can only be one thing: commitment. Nothing else explains the difference between someone who is a couch potato all their life and someone who has an outstanding life.
But commitment to what? To having the best life I possibly can, to making the most of this life till the day I die. To making a difference in the world to the best of my ability.
Since I started writing this piece I also found out something else that sets me apart from others. I don’t live in fear. In fact, I refuse to live in fear. Such is my commitment to life that I expect mainly good things to happen to me and don’t expect bad things to happen very often. When they do there is usually a reason and I love my life this way.
How on earth have humans managed for a hundred thousand years or more without crash helmets, life insurance and medicare? Since when did we decide these were bare essentials of life? Who says I need a nest-egg for retirement - indeed, who says we need or even should retire?
What brought this to a head was listening a talk by a man who was arguing that we are too careful, too safety conscious these days, too scared and I agree. He even cited helmets you can now buy for toddlers to prevent the risk of head damage while children are learning to walk, for goodness sake! How I see it is, you may as well live in a bunker if you want to be that safe!
In fact, why bother to be born in the first place?!
The same question is valid not only for living a life in fear and not venturing out but also for not living a committed life. If we play safe for fear of harm, for fear of failure, for fear of success for fear of inadequacy, what point is there to life?
This may occur as a bold, even offensive, stance. Good! I don’t care! I want people to live wonderful fulfilled lives and, sure, they will die one day but they are likely to die a lot happier from that unforeseen accident (which was going to happen anyway when their time has come!) when they have lived life to the full.
Am I crazy? Probably, if you define sanity by reference to the collective agreement on what is “sane”. As I once said to someone I thought a friend (and now know to be its opposite), I would rather be crazy and this happy than supposedly sane and miserable like most people seem to be...indeed I would sooner die!
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