Have the Courage to Break the Rules – Or live like a well fed Slave

This evening after work I was sitting in the hotel room day dreaming and kind of letting my thoughts fall out of my head without purpose or any intent at all. Kind of one of those moments when you daze off and then come to about an hour later and realize you have been looking at the ceiling the entire time.

Anyways, I was thinking about my life and dreaming I was doing this or that and finally I proposed a question to myself.

“What would you do if you could do anything?”

What would you do if you could do anything?

That thought bounced around in my head for a while. I thought about things like going back to school, traveling the world, and other shit that people like to dream about. Then it hit me – I guess technically I can do anything I want. Anything, if I’m willing to accept the risk.

It’s such a simple thought, but one that has never really hit me. I can do anything. What a profound thought. Think about it. I can do ANYTHING. Seriously, drop everything, leave. Stop my life, book a plane ticket right now, and leave. Live as I can and see what happens. I won’t do that, but the fact that I could is interesting.

What’s stopping you?

I’ve said this before, I think, but what will I think about my life when I look back on it at death? Will I say to myself: “I really wish I would have taken that 6 months…written that book…lived abroad…” or will I be perfectly happy having never taken a shot at doing something that seemed a little crazy at the time?

Neither is right or wrong, but its important we are true to ourselves and actually do that thing we REALLY want to do. Even if it’s not typical – don’t ignore it.

I think sometimes we let what we think we are supposed to do, the safe route, control us. Rarely do any of us really take the path less travelled or do something truly spectacular. Even if we are great at our current lives we mostly play by the rules in which we have been given.

I’d like to think I’ve done something special, but in reality I haven’t. I finished school, learned the required material, got a job, and became a good little tax paying, law abiding citizen, like mostly everyone else. There’s no shame in that, but have you ever asked yourself “what else is there?” I have, but I have done nothing about it.

Risk: The well fed slave and the man who died free

What would be the consequences of taking 6 months or a year off and traveling with the wind? What would happen if I documented it all and tried to write a book about the experience? What if I left my job and went unemployed for a year? Would my life, my future, fall apart?

I often think back to the question: Is it better to be a well fed slave or a man who died for his freedom? I’m not facing literal life or death here, but the situation still applies. Do you leave the comfort of the status-quo for something more or do you consider yourself lucky for what you have and remain content?

The reality is I’m a beaten slave in so many aspects. I’m honestly afraid to take the risk. In a certain way I am afraid to live the life of my dreams. What if I’m wrong? What if I make a mistake? What if I give up everything and it doesn’t work out? What if I regret it? All too common, and not unreasonable, questions that run through my mind.

So what does an average guy do? Risk it all for something more or stay the course for what is a completely decent life? I’ll probably never muster the courage to do anything about my little dreams, but part of me hopes I can muster the courage to break the rules – even if only for a little while.

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3 thoughts on “Have the Courage to Break the Rules – Or live like a well fed Slave

  1. Jon

    I think about this a lot too. One of the authors that I love to read (about this type of thing) is Henry Miller. If there ever was a guy who chose to do what he wanted – and didn’t give a shit about the consequences – it was him. I saw a video of him literally on his death bad (in his late 80s i think)- and he was happy as a clam reflecting on the life he’d led. Shit.

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