Ship 30 for 30
Quality of your life = Quality of the Questions You Ask
As a kid, I was physically weak and sickly. In and out of hospital. Tonsils, kidneys, other stuff ….
And mentally, no better. Very shy, timid, easy bullied. Any kind of athletic achievement was out of the question. Last guy picked for any team sport.
Key word there: question
By the teenage years, Crohn’s Disease had set in. Terrible pain. Thin as a rake. Rock-bottom self-image/confidence.
But by the time I hit university …. something changed.
I started meeting people who had a far, far better outlook on life, who actually expected good things to happen to them. They built a different model from the one that had been set me early on.
It took a while, but slowly, subconsciously … I started asking questions.
How can they think like that? Is something better than this, this THING …. I’ve been stuck with …. POSSIBLE?
What IS the Impossible, anyway? (Hint: As soon as you define that, it immediately becomes possible.)
Slowly …. I dared to start dreaming of a better future. And looking back, I can see …. those dreams happened.
I got married. Had kids. Reinvented my career. (Twice. Third in the works.) Saw an aircraft I’d help design fly for the first time. Earned a black belt in a martial art at age 54. (My 10-year-old self would’ve LAUGHED bitterly.) Paid off a 25-year mortgage in 12 years.
So now, I keep asking, What’s the Impossible?
I just make sure it’s incredibly, absurdly, ridiculously impossible.
What’s your Impossible?
