Playing By The Rules
Updated: Jan 3, 2020
By modern standards, I always considered myself to be winning at life.
I’d played by my own rules for such a long time, convinced that I knew it all.
I was convinced that I had all the answers and if I didn’t, I was free to just make them up as I went.
Oh, how naïve I was.
Only later did I come to realise that I hardly knew anything at all, I hardly know anything at all.
Only later did I come to understand that this world we live in, seen or unseen, has an order to it.
A cosmic structure that you and I are both subject to whether we like it or not.
I wasn’t free to make it all up as I go, that was my ego getting in the way.
I came to see that I had essentially chosen to go to war with nature and with my very own nature, and I wasn’t winning at all.
All the material possessions in the world made no difference, there was still something missing, deep within.
A misalignment of sorts
Most of my success has come working as a professional in the sports industry. I work with some incredible humans and incredible athletes.
The thing about them is, they play by the rules, and they play hard.
They don’t make it up as they go, they accept all the limitations that are placed upon them.
They adapt to what their sport requires of them, they don’t try and rewrite the whole game just so it suits them.