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The original idea of this post was taken from something I’d written years ago. The inspiration for taking it and rewriting it is from events that have occurred since then, and most obviously, people that have entered my life. Hopefully this concept is easily understood and everyone is able to identify the gamechangers in their life.

“In the world of sport, there are often specific events, moments in time where certain things happen, or specific people or players who have the ability to change everything in the game. Within their grasp and ability is the power for things to take an entirely new direction; or lift the team to victory. They are the gamechanger.
In life, there are also gamechangers. Specific moments which set your life on an entirely different course – the day you decide to finally go jogging instead of sitting at home, or the day you ride your bike without a helmet and get hit by a car. Specific people who appear in your life one day out of nowhere, and change everything that you thought you knew about life. Or perhaps it might take a while for you to realise it, and they’re in front of you for a while before you see that there’s something there and open yourself to it – nevertheless, they changed your life the moment they appeared.
Such is the wonderful way this world works.”
We get comfortable in our lives, in our daily routines, in our mindsets, the same people around us day after day. After a while, if nothing challenges you, it all becomes the same. It’s when you least expect it that the gamechanger will appear; nothing like you could ever imagine, everything and all at once. Blazing into your life like a meteorite from the Orionids and smashing into your face. From a boring canter suddenly you’re taken on a wild ride, holding onto the reins with all your strength. And you love it. Every second, every minute pushes you that little bit more towards addiction. The impact this person makes on your life cannot be measured by any scale or weight. You don’t know where you’re going or when you can get off this wild ride (do you even want to get off?).
For they are the gamechanger, and they just changed your life.
And a last thought to ponder, something to challenge yourself: be the gamechanger.
Featured image: Frank Cone,

Doing the things you love

One of the greatest pleasures in life is being able to indulge in the things we love. Whether that is an activity or vice, a temporary fulfilment of a craving or working towards a long-term goal, or even if it has no ‘meaning’, it is the simple action of completing that activity that really satisfies our soul.

The greatest thing is to have the freedom to do what we love. Not possible for everyone, I admit. But if you are one such person, then please appreciate it. That you have the ability or time, or energy, to do it.

For me, it is riding my motorcycle on open road; cruising past fields of green with the sunshine on my face and wind blowing through my helmet. Hearing the roar and rumble of my bike as the engine purrs along and I work through the gears. Feeling the road through my wrists, every bump I go over, or the smooth rolling road surface. The consummate visceral experience can rarely be matched.

Or, it could be as simple as going for a walk in the park and watching the sun set. These are the things that feed our soul and really put our mind at peace. And ultimately, whatever it is that you do, the end result is (though you may not set out with this goal) you bring peace to the calm that is the constant battlefield of your mind. Every day we are bombarded with messages and notifications, a hundred tasks to complete – deadlines and due dates. It’s activities like these that let us draw away from all the noise and regain our inner sense of self.

Fantasies and fairytales

I have this bad habit of dreaming and fantasizing about all the ‘what if’ situations that I could end up in. ‘What if’ I did this; ‘what if’ I did that. It’s not a bad thing in itself because I appreciate my imagination, it’s part of my creative side that lets me cope and create at the same time.

But when it comes to real life situations, sometimes I get carried away with thinking about all the possible courses of actions and their consequences. Then I’ll end up going round and round in my head debating what is the best course of action in case -this- happens or -that- happens. It’s frustrating to say the least, when I’m trying to make a serious decision.

Sometimes I think it’ll be much easier if I could completely ignore the voice in my head and instead just do things. But that’s not a part of me, I can’t turn it off. So I’ll just have to work with the voice instead of fight it.

For example; 6 months ago I resolutely decided on something for myself. Now that’s in doubt and I’m not sure anymore. At the same time, I’m only not sure because I’m considering the ‘what ifs’ of the situation. I don’t expect anyone to understand this, me being cryptic and all.

I think it’s still hard for me to let things flow. Still learning.

Next stop: Unknown

I’d be lying if i said I was young. I don’t feel that word applies to me anymore, as much as I wish it did. At the same time, I don’t fit the term ‘old’ either. Well, neither of those terms are really correct about me in any sense. What I’m really trying to get at is, it feels as though I’ve now grown up (though not necessarily a grown up all the time haha) and should be finding my place in the world. Sure, if you think that means having a stable career and saving for a property, being with a long term partner, everything all rosy – but no, pretty much none of that applies to me.

A lot of people my age are now pairing off, getting married, some are having kids, a lot have pets, a lot have moved out of home, some have moved overseas for work. And most people are solidly on their career trajectory. Which is great, for them, because that’s what they want! But how many people are actually living on the edge – how many people are faking it till they make it? How many people actually know their next step?

I guess I got a little lost in the rhetoric there. My point is that whilst society has this typical plan for us, we don’t have to adhere to it. Life is too short to be linear, and often it’s a lot more fun to go the long way. You can see the scenery, experience life, and ultimately end up in the same place as the person who followed the typical path.

Being selective

For those who don’t know me, during my high school years I attended a ‘selective school’. That means I had to pass an entrance exam in order to be admitted to this school – in short, it was a school for smart kids. Except that I wasn’t smart like that.

In primary school, all I’d cared about was having fun with friends, playing sports that I loved, and reading. I loved to read, I would devour books as they arrived in the library, and the librarian would recommend me books she thought I’d like. As year 5 approached though, there was a sudden pressure from my parents to study hard in preparation for the Selective School test. This meant that suddenly I had to spend countless hours after school attending tutoring, as well as on the weekends too – instead of doing what a kid should be doing. I hated every second of it. Maths was never my strong point (I knew this early on – and only during high school, did a certain maths teacher enlighten me as to ‘mathematical maturity’, and it was only then that I realised I was about 6 months to a year behind everyone else) not that this is an issue in itself. But I was being forced to keep up with and compete with other kids whose mathematical ability and maturity was beyond mine. Maths was by far the most hated subject for me, and a great deal of conflict between myself and my parents, for the better part of 8 years stretching from primary school to the end of high school.

Back on topic: I knew I didn’t fit into the mold of the book-smart, intellectual student who strived to achieve full marks in every exam. I knew this in primary school, and i knew this in high school. The only thing was, I got into a Selective School. A very competitive one at that, where my peers would be scrambling to obtain every mark for every test no matter how little % it was worth. I didn’t really care for marks, rankings, grades – as long as I wasn’t failing, or bottom, I was satisfied. There’s a fine line between being lazy and not caring for this kind of ‘achievement’ and I think I straddled that line very, very finely. Some of you reading this might think I’m lazy – the only time I’m lazy about something is if I don’t care about it. And for something like this, I really didn’t care. But everyone else did. I’m not saying that I hate being a student – in fact, I love to learn. But I like to do it on my own terms, and I like to learn what I like. The environment in this high school was extremely single-minded, and focused on first of all, producing the highest marks for the students; and by corollary, the highest ranking for the school. Which makes sense, as that’s how this whole thing works, the school is judged by its results.

What did 6 years of that do to me? It made me think that I was stupid. That I was below everyone, that I was ‘not good enough’. That I would ‘never make it’ in the real world, or not get into the best university course (this last one held some merit). Who knew that, after leaving high school it all wouldn’t matter ever again? Yet, the scars still remain. I spent 6 years at that high school, every day for 40+ weeks a year, but the day I left the gates for the final time was a weight lifted off my shoulders. I don’t ever miss that place, nor the people in it. That’s not to say there aren’t some great teachers – in fact, there are some teachers I miss, who did have a big impact on me and my way of thinking, that still stays with me now – those people, I miss. There are those couple of friends who I still keep in contact with – of course I don’t miss them because they’re still around. But the school, everything it stood for? The principal at the time? No, not a single morsel of my being wishes I could revisit.

In fact, nearly 10 years after leaving high school, I sometimes still get reminded of the fact that I am in fact, more ‘intelligent’ than many more people out there. That all those years feeling inferior to my peers who were in the top 1% of students meant nothing because it was a useless comparison for my life. That in fact I was just beyond that 1%, which meant there was a great deal many kids below me in the % rankings – yet somehow it felt like I was forever in the bottom %. I tried to put that in the least condescending way as possible, I’m not saying I’m better than other people, but moreso that the byproduct of my time in high school gave me a skewed sense of reality in terms of intelligence and achievement. And in fact, people who are intelligent can also be quite idiotic at the best of times too.

Do I regret going to that high school? Regret in this case wouldn’t really be the right word, because I never had a choice. I just did what I was told, and my parents told me to study, and do the exam, and go to this high school. But if you were to ask me, yes, I do regret it. There are some experiences and memories there that I will always remember and treasure – those moments are rare, which make them stand out more, in a sea of drab grey-blue walls and old carpet, broken wooden tables, old facilities and continual erosion of student rights. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to go to a different high school where getting ‘the best mark’ wasn’t the sole focus. Our principal talked about trying to help us grow into ‘young men’ but in the end, all they cared about was the mark that appeared in the newspaper at the end of the year.

Would I be the same person as I am today if I hadn’t gone to this school? Would I be better off now, or worse off? Would I have found the career that I liked much earlier, had I been allowed to follow my passions instead of a constant chase for ‘high achievement’? There’s no answer to these questions of course. I’m also not trying to place the blame on other people, or on the school – I can see how it was a great place for those students who fit into their mold – but what this school, and the education system itself here doesn’t realise is that not every kid is the same, not every kid learns the same, not every kid wants to go to university to do commerce/law/engineering/science.

Instead of trying to mould us into young men they wanted us to be, they should have helped us mould ourselves into the young men we wanted to be.