‘Count this day as a separate life’

          With all of the angst and worrying that’s going on in our world today, some of it real but most of it imagined, we need to take a collective ‘time-out’. Normally, ‘time-outs’ are reserved for children but the direction we will be heading is going to be back thataway, back to when we were kids. Do you remember back then, remember what it was like to live a lifetime in an entire day? You’d race out of the house as early as you could and your mother wouldn’t see you until the sun went down and the street-lights came on. D’ you remember that? You’d try to cram as much into that one day as you possibly could. Forget about tomorrows, there were no tomorrows just like there were no yesterdays. Nope, all we had were those magical days and we lived them one at a time. That was how we grew up back then, just like our parents before us and theirs before them. If that’s how we were all raised, why is it that everyone would make a big deal about Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now? If we were, indeed, brewed and steeped in living each day to the fullest, how can Tolle’s tome teach us what we already know? Could we have forgotten that much? Did we forget what it was like when we were our happiest? Are we forgetting that joy was once something other than a dishwashing detergent? Are our good days really over for good? Well, there is one guy sitting at a writing desk in Tucson who begs to differ with you.

Mr. Lincoln summed it up best when he said that people are as happy as they make their minds up to be; wise words from a man who was not only married to a manic depressive but suffered from the same state. If that logic rings true, then it stands to reason that most people today are more content when they’re miserable. Or it could just be this constant barrage of bad news that we get day in day out. What that does is beat the hell out of your psyche. I, for one, find it kind of odd when all these slicksters on t.v. are telling us how bad things are and these bozos are pulling very nice salaries. I guess they don’t have to worry about a recession, just try to worry us to death about the one we’re in.

So, how do we get it back, that magic, that feeling that this day is a separate life? Do we start an unraveling process that will take years if not decades to fix? No, that’s not it. It’s really not all that complicated. At a very young age, we started to think that others were judging us. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t. But we allowed ourselves to change because of that conception. Really, all you ever had to be was yourself and realize that you were amongst friends. If they don’t understand you then they weren’t really your friends. I have tried to sow the seeds of hope in my daily travels and when you can introduce hope into the life of another, even if you died at midnight, the life that you lived on that particular day will have mattered to another.

We are all searching for our own enlightenment and, what’s usually the case, all that which we search for was within us all along. We were all born with it, we used it as young ones and then we chucked it all away because of our ego. Find it. Find it and talk to it. No, better yet, command it! You’ve tried it the other way and, well, that didn’t turn out too well. Turn back that clock. I’m sure you like what you find. As for me, tomorrow it’s ice cream for breakfast. And strawberry pancakes for dinner. Yup, that’ll work. Take it slow, my friends. And God bless. MLProko (2011)  www.mikeproko.com

Published in: on October 24, 2011 at 6:48 pm  Leave a Comment  
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On doing what you love

  • We were all taught by our fathers and their fathers that if we did something that we loved, we would never work a day in our life…
  • If you honestly love what you do and you are doing the thing that you love, then you are indeed a lucky man.  [A. Lincoln]
  • Most people make the mistake of not trying to make a living doing what they truly love to do. [Malcolm Forbes]


    Doing what you love. It sounds so simple, doesn’t it? Think back on your first job, think back on what that was like. You probably showed up right out of school and were baptized right there on the job, not really knowing what they expected of you but you were going to give it your all, weren’t you? Probably figured that you would learn to love it, right? Not so fast, bright eyes, ‘cause from the moment that you showed up, there was a fellow worker who was supposed to show you the ropes whose main crux was to make your time there a living hell. And that he did. Not enough to make you want to quit but just enough to make you miserable and tie your stomach up in knots. Maybe after 5 or 10 years you find that you just can’t do it anymore so you leave there for greener pastures and, I don’t know, let me guess, you run into the same old same old. Then you start to think about that camera of yours and how much you love it and wouldn’t it be nice if I could do that for a living but I can’t because I have a family and I have responsibilities and a mortgage and then you vomit on yourself. After you clean yourself off, you catch your reflection in the mirror, the age in your eyes, the salt and pepper around your temples and the gentle stoop in your shoulders as you turn to return to your desk, your 3’x5’ piece of borrowed real estate filled with its steel drawers and your empty dreams. And you do what the other guy next to you does and the guy behind you and the guy in front of you do—you wait for that clock to hit 5 and you’re out the door.

      There are only a handful of people in the work world who have not lived that scenario while most have. So what to do? Actually, it starts with a sheet of paper and a pencil. Just start making notes to yourself, small encouraging notes about whatever it is that you are going to embark upon. And then start with baby steps. Inch by inch it’s all a cinch. Baby steps. Don’t forget. Baby steps. You have to pity the fool who cashes in his 401k and takes off for two years to write the next great American novel. Baby steps. Talk to some people in the business that you see yourself in down the road and ask them for some help and/or advice. You’ll be surprised at the help you’ll get just by asking, but you gotta ask. You will meet someone who will explain things one way, another will tell you a short cut, someone else will introduce you to so-and-so and you’re off and running. Baby steps. Don’t forget.

      I was doing a small amount of writing back in the 90s then in ’99 I suffered a series of strokes. I was making notes to myself while in the hospital, notes that would yield my first book. One became two. Then another. Then another. At the end of this year I will have 12 books out and I’ve met some pretty amazing people along the way who helped me. And yes, I’m doing what I love. Baby steps. Don’t forget. And let me know how it turns out. God bless. MLProko [2011]  www.mikeproko.com.

Published in: on October 24, 2011 at 4:12 pm  Leave a Comment  
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