We have eyes. These beautiful gems grant us the ability to see the world we live in. They help us navigate around physical objects and can triangulate distances in complex scenarios so smoothly we don’t even know it’s happening. As far as reality goes they are very, very good. Tremendous tools.
Where we fall short is how we interpret what we see. Where am I going with this? I’ve been doing harsh boxing training for about five years. I learn new things about my body everyday. I have friends who I started training with and even some that started way later than me that are now taking a shot at national competitions. I’ve taken in none of that. There’s a relative feeling of disappointment that jabs me intellectually every time I think about it. I’ve done my share of sparring, but the commitment to competing doesn’t quite sit right with me. At least not right now. I use my eyes to see my friends grow in fighting experience and I feel like I am on the sideline. Which is indeed the case to some degree. It’s like going back to high school all over again. Wondering why we would follow our friends instead of our own interests. We’ve all seen it happen. Twenty years down the line we might end up working in a field we don’t enjoy because of a decision we took when we were teenagers.
On the other hand some people have what we can call happy misgivings. They end up doing something they didn’t want to and happen to find a passion for it. The world can be a very random and odd place at times. We have no idea how much chance can play into the decisions and acts we will take over the course of our lives. A movie like Match Point by Woodie Allen is a decent demonstration of my point here. There’s also a book called Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahnema that goes over the influence of luck in our lives. I got the point, but once I got it, there didn’t seem much to do, but to embrace this beautiful mess.
My plan, as far as I was concerned, was to get as much sparring experience I could get, do my thing, get older and rougher and then participate in competitive bouts.
This whole discussion came up to me because of how I saw myself in relation to everyone else. How I used my eyes to feed my brain information on other peoples life decisions.
Let’s redouble in prudence when we compare ourselves to other people. After all, we all have different backgrounds, different life situations and I would go as far as saying that our genetics play an important role here too; physically and intellectually.