Max Lerner, American Author and Columnist, once wrote: “We all run on two clocks. One is the outside clock, which ticks away our decades and brings us ceaselessly to the dry season. The other is the inside clock, where you are your own timekeeper and determine your own chronology, your own internal weather and your own rate of living. Sometimes the inner clock runs itself out long before the outer one, and you see a dead man going through the motions of living.”
The car sped along to its destination. Its driver wasn’t as fortunate. I gripped the steering wheel, desperate for acceptance in the midst of my glaring imperfections. This harsh reality of emptiness oozed from deep within, much like a clogged toilet overflowing from too much toilet paper. It surged with such sudden force it couldn’t be suppressed. I did what every “tough guy” vows never to do: I began to cry.
A rare solitary tear ran down my cheek as I peered at the road ahead. My long-time drinking buddy leaned in, grabbed my arm, and fumigated me with a cloud of beer breath. The stench lingered as I sensed his shock. He urged me to speak, “Man, what’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Dead silence.
I didn’t know what was wrong. I’d feverishly been pursuing a lifestyle that everyone convinced me was ideal for a young social warrior like myself–- partying, chasing women, playing sports, attending a well-known university to one-day land a profitable career. I hoped this would make me happy? Yet, I felt nothing. I was the walking dead!
It was time for a change. I did. And the next 36 years have been increasingly amazing.
Are you ready, willing, and able for positive change?
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