Back before I knew what mattered to me – what was worth giving my intellectual, spiritual, and psychological bandwidth to – I would get into all kinds of arguments about all kinds of things that didn't matter.
What type of music was better than another type of music, which sports teams were better than other sports teams, which shoe brands were better than other shoe brands, which TV shows you should and shouldn't watch, and other meaninglessness.
Seriously. For like twenty-five years. Bizarre, huh?
To think of the missed opportunities for self-development, for self-actualization, for building relevant relationships, for making impact.
Man, what a waste.
It's all good though. I don't do that shit anymore. Doesn't interest me.
It's easy now to recognize when something or someone or some situation is leading me down a devolving path of cognitive squalor.
And, believe me, there's a lot out there to tempt me – some intentionally, some unknowingly.
All kinds of ideas and people and other kinds of assorted nonsense all vying for my attention.
I used to be tempted, but now, not so much. I'm not saying I'm perfect. Or that I'm better than you.
I am saying that I'm better than I used to be. And I invite you to be better than you used to be too.
You'd be better off. And so would we.