One wonders.
The other thinks they’re not wandering, because they’re following.
One high-fives the status quo and repeats history.
The other writes the history that will eventually be repeated.
Question….Are you here for and A or are you here to learn?
You should take it from here.
The older you get, the more and more fishing trips become less and less about catching fish.
Norman Maclean wrote in A River Runs Through It, “One of life’s quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful…”
I had the opportunity to float twelve miles of the North Platte River today. I entered the stream with the quote above and wrestled with it for all twelve miles.
Life is but a dream.
Author something beautiful with it.
Hands resting. Waiting. Wondering where they’re best used.
Eyes opened. Ready. Eager to see something typically unseen.
Ears on. Available. Here to hear.
Feet set. Prepared. Open for sprint, walk, or waltz. Just wanting to move in, with, and towards the music.
Mouth muted. Full of questions.
So?
Where to?
Emotional intelligence knows what is contagious. A life in pursuit of musical hope is and one that sits still in quiet desperation is not.
Emotional intelligence seconds Richard Bach when he states, “Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they’re yours.”
Emotional intelligence reads between the lines and sets up office there too.
Emotional intelligence understands the hope for everyone to understand, but knows that not everyone will.
Emotional intelligence, when shined upon, casts shadows of beauty, meaning, and purpose.
Emotional intelligence makes your art artsy.
In the end, emotional intelligence will trade math, science, and grammar any day for flow, vibe, design, and feel.
Ashton.Gustafson 