In order to be as predictable as a politician, you have to go through life with your head down, obeying and abiding by what others tell you to do, and to be a good little boy or girl. Unfortunately, this means that as an adult, you may have a lot of work to do because this kind of behavior is destructive, both to yourself and to those around you. You have no idea who you are, what you want, or why you’re even here. You may not even be willing to question your motivations or dig into the reasons for your blind obedience to external authorities. Not good enough.
Tag: childhood
As a kid, I was a big fan of soccer. There’s something almost primal about the game, whether it’s just chasing and kicking a ball, the camaraderie and fierce loyalty of your teammates, pushing your body and breaking through it’s limits, or the philosophy and psychology of winning, I don’t know. I’m not sure what position I played early on, but eventually, center midfield became my favorite place on the field. I’ve come to realize that it’s also how I have lived my life.
Today I am missing real connection. As the thought crosses my awareness, I’m astonished to consider that maybe I haven’t really had such a feeling or experience since I was maybe three or four years old.
So, what happened?
I’m listening again to Glenn Gould today, as a “focus” or “music for concentration” playlist on Spotify brought across classical vibes that somehow led me to Glenn’s repertoire.
At some point, we all realize that the weight we carry isn’t always our own, and the patterns we follow aren’t always of our design. As children, we embraced the freedom to explore, to wonder, and to leap without looking. But somewhere along the way, the world taught us to conform. Now, as the tide shifts and the foundations we’ve built on begin to crack, we are called to reconnect with that childlike curiosity, that raw, unfiltered sense of adventure.