Discontentment

A man receives a salary sufficient to keep him and his family fairly comfortable. Then comes a promotion and an advance in salary double that from before. Does he lay the extra income away in savings and investments and continue living on as before? He does nothing of the sort. He must get a new car. The wife needs new things. They must improve their quality of life, yet now the house is too small. They must have a house with more rooms. At the end of the year is he better off with the increase? The more he gets, the more he wants, on and on the story goes, ad infinitum.

A man selects the girl of his choice, believing he cannot live without her. After he gets her he is not sure that he can live with her. If a man remains a bachelor he wonders why he is so stupid as to deprive himself of the joys of married life. If he marries, he wonders how she happened to catch him off guard long enough to “trap” him.

The god of destiny cries out, “You fool. You are damned if you do and damned if you don’t. How familiarity breeds contempt.”

Life’s greatest inconsistency is the fact that most of that which we believe is not true. Opportunity may be found wherever one really looks for it, and nowhere else. Do not worry that the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence. Nature intended it to be so. Thus does she allure us and groom us for the life-long task of growth through struggle. Resign yourself to your decisions in life or continue in the pursuit of that which seems unattainable—the choice is ours to make. The only enduring satisfaction is that which comes to the person who keeps alive in his heart the HOPE of future achievement—keeps alive in his mind his definite purpose—and executes his plan of strategy through his constant efforts irrespective of his fears and failures in the pursuit of beauty, happiness and contentment; all of which are simply mere states of mind. If this were to die, write “finished” across the human heart. The sin is limitation.

- Except from The Law of Success, Napoleon Hill

The Moment

The toys I win at carnivals I want to keep. I can give them to my kids, and each doll would have its own story. I think it would mean more to them that way. This (to me anyways) would appear to be the only value these stuffed animals hold, but if I was to be perfectly honest, I like playing carnival games because they're challenging and fun.

You know the odds are stacked against you (the ball is overinflated and the rim is oval) and everyone’s just trying to steal your money, but that’s all part of the fun. You want to see if you can win when you’re the underdog, because innately everyone loves underdog stories. They’re inspirational, and the idea that the human spirit can overcome whatever adversity lies ahead is something of a rarity. For proof, just see how many people start watching on the sidelines when someone actually decides to step up to a three-point challenge.

As such, for those willing enough to risk looking a bit stupid for donating a small amount of money (or get sponsored for it), it’s an easy low-risk trade off to seeing if, as one would say, “ya still got it.” Luckily I have 3 shots. I miss the first two. I hit the last one. You’re as surprised as everyone else and you think…yeah that was lucky. But you did it. And here’s a goofy looking spotted purple cow for your troubles. But look at how happy everyone seems to be. Everyone is smiling; laughing…you can feel the energy everywhere. And in that microcosm of a moment you experience — gratitude. You understand what it all means…what it’s all for...and it applies to all of existence.

Then just as quickly as it manifests, it’s gone. You look at that goofy prize you just won and think how cumbersome it’s going to be carrying it around all night, but some kid in the future is going to really appreciate it. Either that or the dog will.

The Honest Scientist

I shorted out the electricity to half a house one day because I was exploring a request to change a light switch. After figuring out the fuse board which was installed by hippies (through sheer trial and error), I got the house lights back up but now had to fix this stupid shorted switch. Armed with rudimentary knowledge of electrical currents, I purchased a switch plus two bulbs from Home Depot, tried to read the instructions, got bored, and proceeded to “fix” the light switch. After I felt I had connected all the wires (cutting off some I felt were unnecessary and making structural changes to the wall), I turned on the power to the fuse, ran upstairs, and prayed to God I wouldn’t electrocute myself when I pressed the button.

This is how I learned to install a dimmer switch.