This is my first philosophical post. I am a very philosophical person but I rarely share that outside of my friends. I thought it might be fun to share this with you and see what my peeps think of a brief look inside. As far as these types of posts go for this blog, you will never be subjected to my rantings. Go to my Facebook page if you want to get that from time to time; but you will never get that from here. These types of posts will be almost as rare as a white Jesus.
Now what was I thinking again, oh yeah...
I am a creator. It's pretty much the bulk of what I spend my life doing. At work, I create things for the military. I am an engineer and project manager at an Army prototyping facility. And for the record, I'm not bragging, I got lucky. An amazing opportunity presented itself and I didn't say no. If I had known the enormity of what I was getting into, I might have. Then again, I am a bit of a career cowboy. Anyway, I spend my days being a mad engineer, which is like a mad scientist, except we actually make stuff. That's not me being a dick, that's an engineering joke and a jab at my scientist coworkers; who I would be lost without.
When I get home, I spend time with the family and do my part raising my five year old daughter. I am working very hard to raise a good child and to help foster the development of a happy and productive person. I hope this to be my finest work. I know that she will ultimately be responsible for the person she becomes but I also know that I am a pivotal piece of that pie. In some ways I feel like I am creating a person. This is probably a statement that only an engineer could make about raising a child but that is who I am, this is how I see the world, and this is my blog.
Once I have finished my two primary duties, I get to work on my third passion; entertainment. Now, some people bitch and moan about not having time to get to their real passions and this is sad to me. I understand it because I used to have that life and I fully understand it. I feel as though I am a rich man. Not in money, but in fulfillment. I have a great life and I love my job. I get anxious because I need more time for my personal endeavors, such as podcasting and game design but at least I love the things that keep me from it.
But look at what I'm saying, I have three major things in my life and they are all awesome. If I were religious, which I am vehemently not, I would feel blessed. If I believed in luck, which I don't, I would consider myself lucky. I guess I'm just happy to have a great outlook on life and have managed to make good decisions. Doesn't have the same feel good punch as blessed or lucky but that's how I roll.
Now, is everything in my life perfect. Fuck no. Don't think that I "have it made" because just like everyone else, I have my problems as well. I won't go into those here but rest assured, the Blixster does not lead a perfect life by any means.
Also, this post does not carry a big message or any sort of guidance or moral. It just is what it is; a tiny look inside the life of yours truly. If I were to deliver a message of any kind it would be this...
Life is short and you get one of them. I believe that there is nothing more than that. Try your best to love your job and if you don't, do what what you can to find another. You spend at least a third of your life there so it's important that you don't hate it.
Hating and loving something is often a matter of perspective. I do important things now that actually make a difference (really, I can't talk about it, you'll just have to trust me on this one) but I also loved working as a house painter, working in a sub shop, and (even I don't understand this one) working for People's Drug Store back in the eighties.
It's weird what brings us pleasure and it can be found in mundane things. As a painter I felt great at the end of the day because my work was it's own reward. I could look at the finished product and see something of beauty. Sure it was a well painted room, but it looked beautiful because I painted it. When I made subs for people, I made the best damn subs and they tasted awesome. If you ever eat my cooking, you will taste my love of food; it's a thing of beauty. As for the drug store, it was my first real job and the people who worked there were awesome. I guess that's enough.
This is what you need to find. Find your passion in all things and translate that into a job. Even in a sub shop, I found the freedom to be a chef. "Chef, at a sub shop?" you say... Yes I do. We made the best food at that sub shop. We handpicked the bread, bought the best meats, made the most awesome pizza. If I ever retire, running a gourmet sub shop is on my potential list of things to do with the remainder of my days.
Another thing you must understand about my life is that I wasn't given one. I never knew my father and my mother was not really present. I bounced around and lived all over. I learned to adapt and to make my happiness. I take life as it is and not how it "should be". There's no such thing. Life owes you nothing and if you have your health, you are a winner. And that's not some feel good bullshit. If you have your health, YOU ARE A WINNER. Everything else is gravy. Now this does extend to your family as well as a sick loved one renders this all mute.
Take chances, chase your dreams, don't let others tell you what you can't do. That said, you will not be good at everything. Know your limitations but don't be defined by them. Love your life as best you can. It's yours and it's all you got. Most of your outlook is perception and your happiness is generally colored by you outlook.
Okay, enough with this. It has turned into an inspirational Tony Robbins type thing and that was not my intention. I could go back and edit it but I think there is some good in this post for many and I think it shows my outlook pretty well. Most of all, try to love one another. Life is so very hard and we are all just trying to get by. Everyone has their issues and everyone is doing their best to be happy. Don't bag on people (unless they are being dicks and then totally bag on them). If you don't agree with something they are doing but it's not hurting anyone don't say anything. Like... If a heavyset girl is dressed as Slave Leia at a con, don't fucking say anything. She is very brave for doing this and she is just trying to have a good time. You don't need to be a giant douchebag and say something rude to her. Trust me, she knows she's fat and she's okay with it; so leave her the fuck alone.
Thanks for reading and I hope you all get something out of this.