Life Is Not A Movie Montage

“What if my best isn’t good enough?”

That’s a scary question to ask yourself.

And it’s why most people don’t attempt to do hard things.

Because it’s far easier to lie to yourself. You can always blame circumstances or external forces or hide behind the excuse that “If I really wanted to, I could’ve done it or been it.”

And as much as I love a great movie montage, life just doesn’t work that way. It’s not “If I do this, then I get this.” The reality and the big risk is that you could go all out, bust your ass, give it everything you got…and still come up short. In fact the odds say, especially when it comes to commercial success, that’s probably what will happen.

But you know what? At least you tried. You went for it. You chased down a dream. You showed true courage.

And no matter what happens, you’ll always be able to live knowing that.

P.S. – This scene.

How To Overcome Indifference

The reason why the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference, is because love is not a feeling or emotion (like hate is). Per Aquinas, love is a willful ACT. Thus by definition, the opposite of act or action is NON-action, which is, indifference.

So, how to overcome indifference? Here are some keys or steps…

Step One…NOTICE. Pay attention. Break through all the world’s distraction. See the signal amidst the noise.

Step Two…TAKE IN. Allow yourself to be moved with compassion. One of the beautiful things about art is that it helps engender empathy for the human condition.

Step Three…ASK. When you notice and are moved by something, ask yourself what if anything, you can do about it. Don’t just be interested. Think hard about what you can do to influence. Write down a bunch of ideas.

Step Four…You probably can guess this one…ACT. Based on your ideation, take one small step in the name of love. Voila! You are no longer indifferent.

“I Dreamed I Lived in Austin”

The poem below is so good, I’ll just let it speak for itself…

“I Dreamed I Lived In Austin” by Albert Huffstickler

I dreamed I lived in Austin
with legs like a sparrow
and a hungry heart.
I was looking for God
but kept finding people—
strange little people
with pieces of their bodies missing:
an arm, a leg, a nose, a belly button.

They kept offering me ham sandwiches
and telling me I was going to die.
I’d already died, I told them,
chewing mightily and wishing I
had some water.

That was just a preview, they said.
Next time, you’ll really die.
And they marched ahead of me,
flip-flop, as I combed the streets
searching for God.

Suddenly it was night
and I was standing on the edge of town
alone.

A cold moon shone over me
and the lights of a little café
gleamed down the road.

An old man wobbled up to me and said,
“Well, here I am.”
“God?” I asked.
“Who else? Got a quarter?”
“Yes.” I gave it to him.
“Let’s make it to that diner,” he said.
“Refills are free.
I’ll tell you anything you want.”
“For just a quarter?” I asked
God chuckled. “Got a cigarette?”
I gave him one.

We made it to the café and ordered coffee,
hunched in a booth in the warm room,
the lights soft and comforting.
“Anything special you want?” God asked,
taking another cigarette from the pack
and lighting it with my Bic.
“Love,” I said. I started to cry.
“O.K.,” he said, patting my arm
with a bony hand.

The room vanished and once more
I was in Austin. I was fifty-four
with legs like a sparrow
and a hungry heart.
She stood before me, eyes
misty and tender.

“God sent me,” she said.
“I know.”
She offered me a ham sandwich
and told me I was going to die.
“But not for a while,” she said
and took my arm.
“Good enough,” I said.
“I’m not going to die for a while,
I have you,
And God owes me a quarter
And two cigarettes and”—
I felt in my pockets—
“a Bic lighter.
Would you like to hear
what I dreamed last night?
“Yes.”
“Well, I dreamed I lived in Austin.
I was fifty-four
I was looking for God
but kept finding people.”
“And love,” she added.
“Yes, love,” I agreed.
“I think it’s a set,” she said.

Many thanks to the excellent substack, Poetic Outlaws, for this poem. I’m a huge fan and subscriber. Check it out!

Our Cognitive Biases

The excellent chart above is a comprehensive list of our cognitive biases.

Whether we admit it or not, when it comes to making decisions, we’re all prone to one or several of these. Factors like our background, current circumstances, age, peer group, life experiences, etc…play a part in determining which are the biggest culprits.

So, what to do with this intel?

Here’s a proposition…

For the next big decision you have to make, before deciding, do the following:

First, bring awareness to it. This is key. Be aware that we’re all subject to preconceived notions and cognitive biases.

Second, take a pause.

Third, identify which specific bias from the chart above, might be in play.

Fourth, give the decision some careful thought. Pros and cons, fear setting, and journaling are some good tools at your disposal. Utilize them.

Fifth, if you have a trusted friend or two, talk it out loud with them. (They may also shed some light on which cognitive bias most affects you.)

Then, decide.

You might still make the exact same decision as before. That’s cool. At least you now made it with eyes (and mind) wide open.

Reckless Love

True love is reckless love.

It’s not “What’s in it for me?”. It’s “What’s in it for THEM?”

True love is not transactional. Not rational. Not logical. It’s out of line with most worldly thinking.

It requires putting yourself wholly out there. Going out on the ledge. Walking blindly through the forest.

That’s reckless.

But when it comes to love and art, it’s the only way to be.

“Not My Best”

You turn something in because it’s due and think to yourself, “Not my best.”

First of all, there’s only one “best.”

Second, you’re aware. That’s good. You didn’t lie to yourself or anyone else.

Third, you turned it in anyway. You didn’t hide. You shipped your work.

Maybe it’s not your best.

But it’s something.

Which is a whole helluva lot better than nothing.

Caring Over Knowledge

Often the reason we don’t make the change we want isn’t because we’re ignorant, it’s because deep down we’re indifferent.

You don’t need more knowledge.

You might just need to care more.

And if you’re the one trying to convince others to make a change or back a cause or give attention to your art, then you have to get them to care. You do it by aiming for their heart. Not their head.

“It’s What Happens In That Six Minutes”

Follow your dream. Make your art. Pursue excellence.

In doing so, you might just lift yourself and others to a “pretty goddamned glorious place.” A place you and no one else ever thought possible.

P.S. – This scene. And this scene. All the motivation you need. Go make it happen!

Heart Work

Choose heart work over hard work. It wins every time.

If you find and commit to doing the heart work, the hard work takes care of itself.

P.S. – This post was inspired by a line of dialogue from Oliver Mayer’s dazzling new play GHOST WALTZ (image above). It’s playing through June 2nd at LATC. Go see it!