I am not sure if this is some form of mid life crisis or just a wierd phase in my life but I have been struggling with the idea of success. I guess my struggles come down to whether I feel that I have been successful. Most people that know me think that this is a crazy idea. They tell me that I have raised two wonderful sons and gave my wife the opportunity to stay home and help my sons become the people that they are. I know that people will tell me that I have a good job and I have a masters degree and that I am a college professor. And for the most part, I agree that I have had success.
The problem becomes me. I guess I should clarify. The problem is me twenty years ago. I know that I am no different than other people in the sense that when I was young, I was going to take on the world. I was going to let nothing stop me. I was young and full of gusto. And then like many others, life happens. Taking on the world isn’t quite what it was cracked up to be and all of the sudden paying the rent and put food on the table takes center stage and world domination gets put on the back burner and then eventually gets tossed into some cheap imitation tupperware and thrown somewhere in the kitchen to grow mold and eventually be tossed in the trash.
The problem is that Dan Schoedel from 1991 still speaks to me, almost haunting me. I feel sometimes like we are sitting on lawn chairs on the patio of my senior week condo in Ocean City while he berates me for “selling out.” I look at myself in disgust and frustration. I grab myself and ask “How have you become content with where you are? Have you forgotten all of your hopes and dreams? Have you forgotten all of the plans you made, trips you were going to take, the houses that you were going to buy? Have you forgotten about that pompous ass that worked with you at Hardees and told you that you were going to be fast food worker forever because you took some pride in your work, no matter how menial.” Little does the younger me realize that even though I can’t remember who the jerk was, the nasty cutting comment stuck with me and was a driving force every time I thought about quiting.
So there in lies my problem. Have I become content. Probably.Have I been successful. Yes. Am I successful? I don’t know. But as much as I try to ignore that voice in my head, it haunts me. I wonder if I will ever find peace. Don’t get me wrong, I am blessed. I have a wonderful family, a good job and a loving and supportive wife. And maybe deep down inside, I don’t want that voice to leave. I guess I view it like the pilot light in stove. As soon as I squelch it, it’s over.