I’ve been meaning to write about an interaction I had with a friend the other day (weeks ago), but I’ve been… lazy (for lack of a better word).
It started out, as many things do, talking about myself. We waxed on and on about life goals and situations that we’ve found ourselves experiencing, when all of the sudden we somehow realized a connection that went beyond the superficial and bordered on… humanity? Our proverbial monkeys.
It’s true, everyone seems to have a monkey on their back telling them that they aren’t good enough, or that what they feel is somehow not valid. This monkey, for me, has led to some pretty asinine shit — particularly when it comes to the opposite sex. However, I’m not here to moan and complain about my shitty little neuroses (pardon the french, but it’s a quote I read somewhere [Neil LaBute]). I’m here to talk about a moment that I shared with someone that seemed to bridge the connection between each of our own respective monkeys and somehow make it feel like we were fighting the same monkey.
Monkey wars!
Why is it that we grow up in a world where everyone is so concerned about winning. We watch sports and root for our team to win — and when they don’t, we look for every excuse as to why they should’ve won, but…
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Throughout school, there is this purveying fear of failure. But…
FAILURE IS HOW WE LEARN.
This isn’t a rant about being second place, with being mediocre — failing and stopping is not okay. And yet, failing in order to succeed almost sounds pedantic and trite. Why is it that failure and success seem to be so opposite. I think I heard a quote once, or I made it up (I probably heard it and am currently bastardizing it):
Failure is not failure if it leads to success. It’s a minor speed bump, a step in a direction that isn’t wrong, but merely isn’t right. — Someone, somewhere
Can you not be right and still not be wrong?
They talked a lot about making decisions that aren’t necessarily right or wrong in acting. That there isn’t a “right” way to do something in a scene, but that there are lots of “wrong” ways. What this seems to hover around is a thing that humans (we) call the “grey area.” This has been the bane of my existence for a long time. You see, the “grey area,” as they call it can contain any sort of things that people either don’t want to explain, or can’t; see “grey matter.”
As you can imagine, someone such as myself is driven crazy (sorry for the passive voice) by this concept. I yearn to figure out why things are the way they are; why people do the things they do; and especially why I think the things I think. This is the source, the fuel of my curiosity.
What it seems to boil down to is laziness.
I realize that there are things beyond my powers of comprehension right now, but that doesn’t mean that I lump it all together in a “grey area.” No! I yearn and pine to find out the answer, and merely label it as: as of yet, unknown.
Maybe one day I’ll hope to find the answers to the questions I seek. I merely find it entirely frustrating being surrounded by people who are not only okay with being mediocre, but accept it as fact and live their life in the “grey area” of life — just letting things they don’t understand pass by them.