Life is hard.
I’ve learned that…the hard way.
Twists, turns, slaps and roundhouse kicks. Life is full of surprises.
We all go around pretending we know what’s going on. That we have our shit together.
I do it too. I want people to think well of me. I want to be the best at what I do. I want to create stuff that matters.
But really, I’m just making shit up as I go.
We’re spinning through space at 1.2 million miles per hour, and yet we’re still dumb enough to think we’re in control.
Anything can happen. At any time. Good or bad.
When you get right down to it, you don’t have a clue.
Nor do you need one, if “having a clue” means pretending to have your shit together and being someone you’re not because you want a bunch of people who don’t give a damn to like you
The ability to meet a moment in its fullness and come up with something worth a damn.
The only things that needs is:
a. dropping the pretence that you know exactly what’s happening
b. acknowledging that you’re good enough to meet this moment head on, and
c. trust in your ability to make a choice
Sounds a lot like confidence to me.
And maybe that’s what life has wanted from us all along.