“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
Although I have always been fond of this particular quote, it has always left me with a profound feeling of overall failure – after all, I could hardly claim to have been especially successful in life thus far, let alone having changed the world.
So when I found myself in front of the wreckage that was left of my second marriage, and feeling more of a failure than ever, I decided it was time to reinterpret it. Make it a little more my own so to speak.
How about rather than changing the world, I started by just changing my own? If anything, it would hopefully lead me to a general feeling of content and reasonable happiness that so far was distinctly lacking from my life.
I decided that every step, no matter how small, was allowed to count as a positive change and a successful one at that, as long as overall it was maintained (a little blip here and there has to be tolerated too, we are human after all) and did not slip back into “before”.
Sounds very simple right? Oh boy it isn’t.
Even with those small changes, I failed and failed again. But the thing is, it’s also easy to just start all over again and try to do better. And that I did. Sometimes right away, sometimes I let some time pass before I put my mind to it again. So, very slowly, my world changed. It is still changing. Hopefully it will never stop changing.
And with every single change, a little bit happiness came along. Not the gushing overwhelming one you supposedly feel at everything if you want to believe in fairy tales and Hollywood BS but rather the quiet feeling of content that doesn’t seem to get too much credit these days. But in my book, that’s a pretty good basis to aspire for more.