I’m missing my parents today. I guess that’s an odd thing to say considering I believe no one’s ever really gone. But I suppose I do. I guess it’s that unbroken bond, a kind of permanent umbilical cord that forever ties us together. But facing the music I am getting older. By now I should have accumulated at least some treasure. But the irony is, I have less now than I had say some 30 years ago. I suppose by the world’s standards I’m not worth much time. A pull on society, a non-contributor to the greater good.
And in some ways, that maybe true. But I try and put my talents to some use. I write words that I hope edify and build up. But I’m not one to put on any airs, because what you see is what you get. Which is where I miss my folks greatly. They never threw any punches; they give you the shirt right off their backs. That’s just the kind of people they, that’s the kind of person I hope I am.
In business school I learned a lot about strategy, statistical analysis, marketing, and managing people. I learned everything I could to be a success. Yet while working towards those goals and being as ethical a business person as I could. I was absolutely miserable. The stress, the hours, the strategizing; all took a toll on my already fragile mental and physical health. So I spun out of control and nearly died…for nothing. At the moment I’m under the shade of an old sycamore tree in my backyard. Wasting time I suppose, telling this little story. And while a good 80% of those that “like” it won’t even read it through. It’s my contribution, my way of paying it forward. For the benefit of you and to the love of my parents.
And in some ways, that maybe true. But I try and put my talents to some use. I write words that I hope edify and build up. But I’m not one to put on any airs, because what you see is what you get. Which is where I miss my folks greatly. They never threw any punches; they give you the shirt right off their backs. That’s just the kind of people they, that’s the kind of person I hope I am.
In business school I learned a lot about strategy, statistical analysis, marketing, and managing people. I learned everything I could to be a success. Yet while working towards those goals and being as ethical a business person as I could. I was absolutely miserable. The stress, the hours, the strategizing; all took a toll on my already fragile mental and physical health. So I spun out of control and nearly died…for nothing. At the moment I’m under the shade of an old sycamore tree in my backyard. Wasting time I suppose, telling this little story. And while a good 80% of those that “like” it won’t even read it through. It’s my contribution, my way of paying it forward. For the benefit of you and to the love of my parents.
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