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It’s Your Fuc*king Show, So You Might As Well Like It
Lost In The Algorithms-Odyssey # 46
Six weeks out from the big 4–0, and here I am, pounding away at the keys, trying to make sense of it all. Life, in all its glorious manner, feels like a fucking sitcom show. The MBA, the veteran status, the writer gig, fatherhood, air traffic control — it’s like dressing up a dog in a tux, hoping it’ll fit…but it never works the way you planned.
This morning, I read a Rumi quote: "What you seek is seeking you.”
Damn. I used to chase after success, thinking the next achievement would be the one with the big score. But lately, the chase has lost its allure. It’s not that I don’t want to do great things in life; I’ve just stopped running…Feet planted, arms wide open, inviting the universe in for a coffee.
And it’s working…I think.
I’m not chasing; I’m attracting — pulling in the kind of life I used to run myself ragged trying to grab hold of.
This isn’t about waiting for life to happen. Fuck that lazy shit.
It’s about being — just being.
It’s not in the job title, the medals, the trophies, or the books. It’s in these quiet moments, the ones spent teaching my kid the ropes, hitting the weights, scribbling down thoughts.
