You never know when and where life is going to hand you an opportunity to consider its meaning.
This week was a busy one. Lots to do. Lots to do. I spent some extra time on the air filling in for Wayne on Bill Handel. Had some serious discussions with various staff and clients about expectations for 2020. Witnessed some personal dramas play out nearby. Took some long walks with Tina. Smoked some ribs. Had our young creative team over for dinner and some time around the tribal fire on Friday. Did a show yesterday and then a design consult. Saw the film 1917. Did this show today and then another design consult this afternoon and off to my mom’s house tonight and Disneyland with the family tomorrow.
A full week. And like most weeks, some of it spent planning, some of it spent creating, some of it spent reacting to the unplanned, the uncreated, the unexpected.
Interestingly enough, at Friday’s dinner with our team we actually spent some time discussing the difference between being a content creator and a content reactor, and when I sat down by the fire again this morning it turns it was those thoughts that have kept swirling like smoke from the fire inside my head.
I think we all long to be the content creators of our lives. I know my young friends do. Who doesn’t? Who doesn’t want to dream dreams and then have full editorial control over how those dreams play out?
And yet, life is often a storm of unexpected content that effortlessly and without consent pushes our dreams aside and demands we expend our energy reacting to its agenda instead of planning our own. And so we all too often find ourselves reacting instead of creating. Sheltering instead of venturing. Surviving instead of thriving.
Ah, you say, ok Dean, we see where you’re going with this. Yes, tell us the answer! How do you solve it?!
I have no idea. Life is very big, and we are very small. How are you going to ever change that? You’re not.
So how then can you get to a place to do some creating instead of just always reacting? I only know this: I don’t think it’s about finding a “solve,” it’s about finding your resolve.
Finding the resolve not to give up, not to lose hope, and to make the most of every break in the weather, every lull in the action, and every hidden moment to live life despite the storm.
It all reminded me of one of my favorite scenes in the film The Count of Monte Cristo. The Count is giving a birthday toast to the young man who he secretly knows is his son and so this was his opportunity to impart some fatherly advice from his own very difficult life:
“Life is a storm my young friend, you will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into the storm as you shout, “Do your worst for I will do mine.” Then the Fates will know you as we know you, not as a boy, but as a man.”
Sometimes there is no “solve,” there is only resolve. Sometimes we have no control over what happens next, only over how we respond to it.
You must look into the storm as you shout, “Do your worst for I will do mine.” Then the Fates will know—despite the storm—you have come here to build yourself a beautiful life.