You remember back when you were a kid, playing with a few blocks of lego? I certainly do. It is probably in some way or form part of most peoples childhood.
When you first start out, there are few things which you govern yourself with. You just build anything. Whether the blocks are red, or fit together or not doesn’t matter. But a few days of this, I bet you started matching colours, similar blocks and a bit of order enters the equation.
It gets a little lost later in life when we start obsessing about time and results, as a score board whether we are having fun in life or not. We hate the beginning process because it looks and often is chaos. It does suck the beauty out of anything if that is our sole focus, to be proficient or even an expert from the word go. It has killed countless dreams in the world.
Lego, had one of the best adverts in 1981, probably ever in the history of advertisement. It simply showed a little red head girl, with her masterpiece of random snapped together blocks. All that the ad said was "What it is, is beautiful”. You might be thinking, that doesn’t sound special at all. Go Google it, you will know what I mean. Yet this is what we need to emulate in life. To love the beginning process of anything new.
It is amusing today to see how this very nature, is the cause of so much of our bad luck in life. There is nothing wrong with being a control freak in life, but in the right way and in the right place. It doesn’t mean there's no space for doing things in a particular way.
Let me explain. For the moment, it is so much fun to just run for the fun of running, or work for the joy of helping others. I know some time the urge to be a control freak will return again. It is basic human nature, the need to be the best that we can and dare to be, at everything.
But it is also basic human nature, to just have fun for a while. I love this season of my life now, the place and space I’m in while writing these words. Because I don’t govern yet what is possible, everything is new and different.
After returning from a once in a lifetime race in Sri Lanka, I’m quite happy to not measure any of my running or training at the moment. It is a season now, that I can rekindle the beauty of why I go through periods of intense training to complete these, how to put it nice...crazy races and events. I get to be a beginner again. And it is awesome.
But it is only now, in the aftermath, while not tracking or chasing anything, that the beauty appears. It is the fuel that will, someday in the future, ignite the urge to be competitive again. And if it never returns, well, I’ll get stuck in a place where it is all about fun. Not a bad place to be trapped in.
It is not that the competitive part isn’t fun in its own way, but I find it difficult to appreciate it without the balance of just doing things for the hell of it. It adds a valuable part to the whole.