My own childhood were filled with such comments, in fact I was a naive child, easy to smile and easy to scare. My ambitions were easily snuffed out by the negative comment of others, which at the beginning were challenges, which then grew into excuses that I became addicted too. Eventually, I developed the habit of creating these excuses for myself, so no longer did I need the world, I would marginalise myself. I became an expert in creating excuses and agreeing with excuses.
Underneath this new found ability was something else though. My mother always told me 'you can do anything you want to'. I think it was this seed that had me not tolerate the marginalisation of my life, and this seed did indeed blossom through all my self-doubt. It was not without struggle though. When I was young I discovered interest in playing music, and with my mothers support, I got a upright piano to play. After a few years however I lost interest which was influenced by my self-doubt and I wanted to quit. My mum (god bless her cotton socks) told me no and did everything she could (e.g. food-based incentives, money-based incentives emotional blackmail) to have me play the piano for another 5 years. In the end, I won and in my final year in high school I used the excuse of 'focusing on my final year of exams to get into Uni' to end my musical career. I had won, finally, I was right, she was wrong and I had won. The feeling was amazing to be free from this torture device. It was not enough though, not only did I disconnect from my piano but I disconnected from my mum, and I moved across the country to go to university on my own.
There is always a cost of such actions, a cost that money, time, sex, drugs, could never replace. I had disowned my one true champion. The cost has always been there, its often the cost of being right and making other people wrong, its the cost of excess pride and little humility; this cost had always been there, but I had my sights set on being right and I had my blinkers on bright.
I did see this cost eventually, I would say I was lucky to evolve my own perspective to see what I had been doing, before it was too late. This is when I stopped nurturing my pride, and started nurturing my inquisitiveness. To cut a long story short, I quickly learnt that you are either nurturing your relationships or you are not and my mother is now my partner in crime and we support each other in all of our ventures.
One thing must be said, if you have managed to keep reading to this point. This wh*** experience was positive. You see the time I spent being a self-righteous little prick, that wanted to quit my piano and run away from the tyranny of my mum, taught me a valuable skill....
commitment
And now I have the wisdom to use it.
This wh*** blog post has been a massive digression, but it is important to see where this story started before you hear about where this story is going.
In 10 years from now,
I will be living in a warm city, that is big, but not busy.
I will have a beautiful wife who inspires me.
I will be a social innovator in creating tools enhancing peoples creativity and sharing.
I will have a creative career in music, games and film.
I will have my own garden, growing vegetables and fruit.
I will inspire and be inspired by people around me to connect and enjoy life.
I will be adventuring.
I will be exploring the wilderness.
I will be exploring the mountains.
I will be exploring people.
I will be a part of the next big age for humanity, the spiritual age.
I will know how to draw.
Wow, thats a lot of things to do, I better get started on that.
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