The limits of our imagination are the limits of our world
When we meet people, we often describe them by what they do – like The Accountant, or The Schoolteacher.
Suppose it’s because we’re all know by what we do. If that’s the case, then, we can choose what it is we are.
I think that people that meet me in one part of my life are surprised by the other parts. Those that know me as a fencing instructor are probably surprised I’m a lawyer. My real estate clients are probably surprised I write.
The thing is that – I feel – the more someone respects me for being a lawyer, the less they believe I can fence.
There’s something about people that find it impossible to believe that someone can excel at two things. Let alone three, or more.
This fella named John Fairfax once rowed across the Atlantic by himself in two months. Since that was pretty well-documented, no one had a problem believing that he did that.
The problem happened when he said that during his trip, a giant mako shark attacked him so he killed it with a knife.
A reporter with the Miami Herald scoffed at this part of the story, which so pissed Fairfax off that Fairfax rented a boat, poured fish blood into the water, waited for a shark to come, killed that shark, then dragged the shark’s dead body to the steps of the Miami Herald and dumped it there.
The moral of the story is people scoff all of time when they meet someone who does something out of their own view of the world. It’s like that saying I love: A frog in a well knows nothing of the ocean.
My buddy Johnny was the guy that first taught me how to fight – I mean really taught me. He just bought a $19 million building in midtown Manhattan. My wrasslin coach also has an Ivy League Ph.D in Japanese history.
People find it hard to believe things they feel they couldn’t do. Their world is limited by their own beliefs in their own abilities.
In other words, their understanding of the world is limited by their imagination.
It’s hard to constantly stretch our imagination as we get older but I try. It helps having friends that dream too.
With nods to Michel Gondry, I’m not a very good sleeper.
But I dream a lot.