I seen a baby cry then seconds later, she laughed. The beauty of life – the pain never lasts.
OK. I’m done passing off J.Cole lyrics as my own.
This moment is gone.
You will never reread this sentence with the same mental framework you possessed when you first read it.
Another moment is gone.
But fuck it.
Moments come and moments go.
They tell me I’m doing it wrong, they tell me to enjoy the moment and smell the roses.
I try to smell the roses but sometimes it feels like my nose is plugged.
It’s tough to smell the roses when your life isn’t a beautiful garden.
When your business is decaying and the people around you are dying.
It’s easy to smell the roses when you just cashed in your first million dollar cheque, but try smelling the roses when you lay broken on the hotel floor.
Not so easy, is it?
But that’s life.
I read up on the Buddha and the Buddha said, “life is suffering.”
I don’t know if that’s true.
I don’t think it’s true.
I don’t want it to be true.
When I see my little niece smiling from ear to ear, I smile too.
That’s not suffering.
When I ask the hot girl out on a date and she agrees. I’m pumped with happiness.
That’s not suffering.
Or maybe it is. I don’t know.
Maybe I’m over simplifying it.
Maybe the Buddha is right.
What do I know?
Maybe life is suffering.
Maybe we just have to fall in love with the suffering.
OK. Even I don’t believe that and I wrote it.
I don’t think life is suffering. I think life is suffering only if you lack control over it.
Sure life is made up of suffering, but it’s not all bad.
I think life is a beautiful garden or at least it has the potential to be.
But it rests on your shoulders.
You have to plant the seeds to grow a gorgeous garden that grows vegetables for decades to come.
It’s your responsibility.
I think we begin to suffer the moment we give up this responsibility.
Let me ask you a question.
If I came to you and I said I’m going to give you enough food to eat so you don’t starve, but nothing more. Would you accept this deal? Let me elaborate. You can only eat the food that I give you, you can’t go searching and eat something else. You must rely 100% on the food I give you for 40 years.
Would you take me up on this offer?
Why do you let your boss do this to you?
You let your boss put a limit on your growth by giving you some bullshit salary for 40 years and your entire income stream depends on it.
Think about it.
You’re losing your freedom.
You’re giving up control.
And you’re growing more depressed as a result.
Depression stems from a lack of control.
For me, depression comes when someone else is in control of my destiny.
So I reclaim my destiny.
Fuck working for someone else.
I’ll live and die with the decisions that I pick.
Maybe that’s a foolish way to live.
Maybe it isn’t.
Life as an entrepreneur is tough shit.
But regardless, when I fuck up and the world around me is burning.
I take a deep breath, pause, smile, and think to myself…
This too shall pass.
And you know what?
And you know what else?
Your life is made up of a bunch of moments and it too will pass.
Tick tock goes the clock.
You are more closer to death at the end of this article than you were when you first started reading.
Think about that.
I don’t know what the purpose of this article was.
Maybe it was a reminder to spend your moments wisely.
Maybe it was a reminder to grow a garden that you can sit back and call, BEAUTIFUL.
Or maybe it was just a reminder to trust your own instincts and stop reading this blog altogether because I’m just like you.
I don’t have it figured out.
Heck, some days, I can’t even unplug my nose to smell the roses.