F.O.M.O AND THE 5 AM CLUB What is F.O.M.O? Fear Of Missing Out. It is that feeling you get when someone tells you about this great party you missed out on or that feeling when the table next to yours is the fun one and you arent at the centre of the party. Sounds silly, but how else can you explain going out to the same places to see the same people, listen to the same music and have a largely same experience 3 or more nights in a row? The irony is not many people feel the REAL FOMO, fear of missing out on creating the life that stretches your potential fully realizes YOU into the greatness you can become and the dream life you can lead. Im 30. Sure, young but Im not 14. Im not 25. I feel good and am in shape but that wont last forever. Its time to make a commitment to myself, to do more, to achieve on the levels I know I am capable of. I am riding on hard work, effort and practice already passed and though it may not appear so at first glance...coasting. The guitarist I am now is largely due to the ridiculous amounts I practiced when I was a teenager. What kind of guitarist could I be if I dedicated time every day to practice still? The writer I am is due to how I grew up as a child. What kind of a thinker would I be if I read more pages of the many great books sitting on my shelf each day? The list goes on. The MTM Superhero Factory Bali is calling. The building continues but I am enjoying the delegation to the point where I have slipped in being my OWN boss. Its time I join a new club; a club open to anyone but due to the stringent door policy only 5% of people join...the 5am club. Thank you Chris Hexton of getvero for pointing me onto this video: https://youtube/watch?v=-xC_DbgpPAc And in the words of a wise man Kainoa Horcajo a fellow TEDx man at a similar point of realization, The world will party and rage with or without us, it is for us to determine how we spend our lives. and this gem, ..If I disappear from the nightly social scene for a bit, every time I return its exactly the same. When I retreat from my dreams and aspirations, when I come back, Ive changed, grown older, I realize I have less time then I did. Time. The only currency worth counting. Here goes nothing. - TR
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 08:19:47 +0000
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