I love purchasing books filled with single quotes followed by a blank page; it gives your imagination permission to dance. Like a great peace of music presented in part by Lennon and McCartney, Jagger and Richards—the heart dips while the soul swings.
A friend e-mailed this quote: The world is run by those who show up.
You can spend all day staring at each letter formation and come up with a thousand stories linked to its rhyme and reason. From something as simple as the early bird gets the worm to being in the right place at the right time.
Take six steps back from your place in business and pay close attention to the minor details—who and what is getting to the core of the energy source before you? Bill Gates didn’t steal computer building from Apple, visualized was an open door that enabled the student to participate with an idea he didn’t set aside. And now Google thinks they’ve been blessed by the magic of digital genius to surpass what Microsoft has been planting in our fields for nearly three decades.
Life is something you beg, borrow and steal. Wallowing in heavy amounts of success isn’t a guarantee, its fantasy. The most recent $250 million dollar Power Ball winner from South Carolina didn’t start his day racing to the nearest seller to pump bucks into a trunk. He spent four dollars and got $249,999,996 back.
The world is run by those who show up.
Is what we do nothing more than a single avenue of fate? Hardly—Native American’s believe fate is the act of living when you decide to stop walking and whatever lands in front of you becomes your fate. By eliminating your connection to fate, the process of being becomes something you’re capable of controlling.
That doesn’t mean if you run out and purchase Guitar Hero you’re going to become the next Eddie Van Halen. Nor will purchasing a great pair of Bose ear phones and learning how to talk like a radio disc jockey garner you a safe place of performance.
Suddenly hearing someone type into the face of a computer that the world is run by those who show up takes a twist at the light and goes three blocks down a shady street. You’ve spent ten to thirty years fine tuning a craft with nothing more to hold than the scent of a pink slip inching its way toward your horizon.
I produced commercials with a preacher man the other day—he’s been sharing the word for over twenty years—a calm tone in his voice, neatly dressed and quite responsive to taking direction and yet I wondered if he knew who is audience was. Had he ever met the vocal tones of a one time lost sheep that had made its way back to a gentler field of grass and fresh water to dine on day and night?
No matter how many Sunday’s appear on a calendar the act of showing up is part of the commitment required when putting people first.
Benjamin Franklyn and Thomas Edison are this nation’s most creative inventors. Michael Jackson, Madonna and Elvis Presley are by far the genius’s of their sport. Simon Cowell was nobody until the world tapped into American Idol. From its triumph Ryan Seacrest was recently inked to a $48 million dollar long term contract. Paula Abdul played the same game and didn’t get what she demanded—which makes a common man with a common background wonder about such quotes: The world is run by those who show up.
A radio disc jockey talked about yesterday’s increase in the Stock Market as being a positive to hold. It’s the eighth day in a row that investors showed up to play a good game of risk and demand. Although we’re miles off the mark of where our highest peak once looked out over valleys of depression, the educated point the jock made was nothing more than the spirit of something optimistic to call your own during these continuing doubtful times of confidence biting the big one.
American’s put ample amounts of energy, money and faith in capitalizing a reason for moving forward without stopping to ask if there’s a reason why you show up daily. Seriously, your boss and spouse aren’t looking…when was the last time you showed up for your self? How can you expect to manage the world you keep if being there means nothing?
“Honey I’m home!” You shout while patting the dog twice on the head, smile a somewhat cool smile while the kids walk by, fade into the mail you’d rather toss away, click on the HDTV and lose total contact with reality only to be shaken from it at dinner time which you’ll totally forget ten minutes after it was devoured. Chinese food is quite filling; it’s you who feels hungry when you get home because there’s nothing more important than complaining.
In Quinton Tarantino’s new movie The Inglorious Basterds the detective speaks of rats as being something we as a human race fear—they are dirty, nasty and carry disease and yet a squirrel is accepted. They’re both rodents.
The quote: The world is run by those who show up is no different. You either see or feel inspiration and possibility or reason to quickly turn and make a face, spending the rest of your day or evening worried about something you could control but decided months ago that locating a new career was a challenge you didn’t seek because it was too late in the game.
Mother America has tripped and having a tough time getting back up—while the security company pumps their professionalism into the communication device wrapped around her neck, “Who do you want me to call Mrs. America?” Reports show millions are without effort to walk around the situation and pick themselves back up. This is not the fault of our people…it’s the process those before us created and gave away…and now there’s no money. We victims of the infamous hand me down.
Baseball great Barry Bonds showed up for the game everyday…the books now say he’s the worlds best homerun king, but there’s nothing planted on those pages that accuse him of cheating.
What will you’re history sing? Those controling the world show up everyday.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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