Letter to my unborn son..

Rule #22
The world is yours for the taking

There will be a tipping point. A moment when your knuckles whiten and begin to hurt. As you watch as you slowly begin crossing the line. A day when your personal levee breaks and you find yourself standing waist deep. A time when the final domino tilts "the calm before the culmination" of some grand plan you unknowingly put into effect. But there is a reason for it all.

For some of us, it’s the light switch we never knew we had inside us. For others, it’s the familiar feeling of waking up one day with the absurdity of having nothing to look forward to but the end of the week. And knowing. That things can’t possibly go on like this. Somewhere along the way, it became acceptable for the world to live with mediocrity. Someone who lives on autopilot until the gears stop. Living too cautiously is like sky diving without a parachute. A smooth ride above the ground, until it becomes a landing your boredom won’t let you get away from.

There may not be a blueprint. I wont make you one, and 9 times out of 10, you wont find one. There may not be a trail of breadcrumbs that leads us through the woods to the man you were meant to be. But. There are other ways. Regardless of how firmly our feet are planted, the world will continue to spin beneath us. In spite of our best laid plans, those ambitions we’ve tried to bury will come yanking at our shirt tail. For obvious reasons, there are those of us that would let their pleas fall on deaf ears. The puppet’s dance is an easy-one. "Life by the numbers." Assuming you’re comfortable living with strings attached and discarded dreams being swept under your carpet. For some of us, there will come a tipping point. A moment when the dominoes stagger before they fall. A day when we look around and realize... the world is OURS, but only if we have the courage to step out of line, grab it by the horns.. and take it.


Love,
Your Father