Someone is Coming! Stop the Crap That No One is Coming
Where in the sand of Isle del Gallo do we draw the line that separates what we need from what we aspire to? Perhaps we do not realize that with the tip of the sword we divide more than a personal desire, we also distance our particular good from the common good
People are made up of the bonds they build. Of those ties, some relationships remain, and others do not. It is the interaction that forms everyone. Hence, personal ambitions, although seemingly harmless and even positive, are often the impediments to achieving communal equity. The desire to be well leads us, many times, not to see how bad others are because we are pending and hyper-focused on achieving the objectives we set for ourselves. And stubborn and persistent we must accomplish them, otherwise we would disappoint ourselves.
Walking with our gaze fixed on those objectives, we advance towards them without noticing that at the edge of the road many fall or fell or will fall and that it is we, who are closest, who have to help. Although the philosophy of self-motivation is an incredible thing to listen to, especially the voice of Mel Robbins, it is primitive sadness to think that no one will come: ‘It’s very, very simple to get what you want, but it’s not easy. It’s your job to make yourself do the crap you don’t want to do, so you can be everything that you’re supposed to be. And you’re so damn busy waiting ‘to feel like it’. And you’re never going to — ever. No one’s coming. No one. No one’s coming to push you; no one’s coming to tell you to turn the TV off; no one’s coming to tell you to get out the door and exercise; nobody’s coming to tell you to apply for that job that you’ve always dreamt about; nobody’s coming to write the business plan for you. It’s up to you.’
There is some deception with self-motivation and exaggerated voluntarism. I remember when I had the opportunity to interview the survivors of the Miracle of the Andes and learned they had to choose to get out of the frozen mountains on their own or they would die. They did it in the first person plural and not in the first person singular as the gurus of self-motivation propose. Self-motivation, although laudable, is a flight without an arrival airport with a destination of tragedy in the peaks. If we believe that no one must help us do something, it is immense pessimism. Absolute individualism is killing the social animal that we are by nature, it attacks the most basic survival instinct that always includes the other.