And there ya go. Worrying about the future instead of enjoying your present at 5’11.
j/k.
Being present in the moment is one I’ve heard from and talked about with a lot of people from all dirrerent strata.
Lately I’ve been haunted by my former self. I started working again with a buddy from way back, at a company we started a little after high school. It’s kind of funny in some ways. The one guy told me I couldn’t have one of their shirts till I earned it. And another guy telling me I’m not allowed to use a chainsaw until I learn how, so there have been some laughs.
The part I have to come to terms with is the raw aggression and energy I had at 25 is not there like it used to be, and that life has changed me (all around for the better, but definitely different).
That shouldn’t be a shock to anybody, but I don’t like being gassed 6 hrs into a day. Then there was the look of surprise when the foreman realized I was That Guy. “Didnt you jump off a cliff to avoid getting smashed…” and me laughing - “Yeah! Holy shit I forgot about that one!”.
The most recent thing I can remember deciding to change about myself is to not allow a big difference between the way I see a given situation and how I act.
Like instead of thinking to myself ‘we should…’, I should either say it out loud in order to influence the direction of the conversation at minimum or just up and do it myself
Basically decreasing the difference between my internal/theoretical ideas about the way things should be and how they actually are. I think if I could master that ability, I would truly be at peace in the deepest sense of the word
I’m too trusting, I’m too nice, I always give people the benefit of the doubt sometimes against my better instincts, I see only the good in people because that’s all I want to see. I thought it was always a good thing to be like that but I’m beginning to see it’s not, I should trust my instincts more often and protect myself better when I start noticing red flags.
I’d change my ability to keep friends. I genuinely dislike majority of people I meet day-to-day and have zero interest to ever do anything outside of be at home with my wife and dog.
I never feel short, just not tall. I’m got reasonably lucky genetically so I guess I’m being picky. My dad and one brother are both 6’1 so I guess its noticeable for me.
I was wondering how long it would take before someone got this this joke haha
Edit: suppose I should give a response
Physically, one of two things.
One, faster metabolism so I could eat whatever whenever and not have to worry about it. Sounds like a dream
Two, couple inches of height. I’m 5’10, and honestly have never felt a bit insecure about my height in any sort of social setting. However, It would of helped me with sports. Played middle linebacker in high school, was good enough to get a couple DII schools to recruit me, but could never quite make it to a DI school. Think if I had been 6’2- 6’3 it would of been in the playbooks for me, always had a hard time tracking what was going on over the line, gave me a slow start.
What if you did feel it again, but this time as an older guy with more responsibilities it just didn’t feel as good on a deeper level?
Maybe you outgrew it in a sense is why it left in the first place?
(I can imagine myself thinking what you are saying in a decade or so - I cannot relate too well in the moment, but I can imagine relating… can’t help it actually)
edit: I think I have felt that before, but I do not think I could while operating from a perspective of responsibility.
How could someone feel invincible while caring enough to avoid death?
How could someone not avoid death while having people to live for?
