Throughout my life, I have shouldered my fair share of tsk-tsking from the more industrious of my sphere. I’ve been called opportunistic, rudderless, lackadaisical and short on long-term goals. I’ve also been told that I am the luckiest son of a bitch to ever belly up to the best gravy trains in town. All true.
I used to look around and wonder why I couldn’t hear the drum beat to which my peers were marching. All the while I sought a metaphor that could galvanize my approach. Riding a wave? Swinging on monkey bars? The eater of low-hanging fruit? Again, all true.
Which is obviously why this paragraph grabbed me. You’ll just have to trust me when I offer that I have absolutely no designs on the moniker Truly Great Person; I do, however, recognize a pattern when I see one. Every single person that I have ever idolized became of interest to me due to their uncanny fit into their circumstances. They all seemed part-and-parcel of remarkable circumstances. Without ever consciously subscribing to Luck, I came to a greater appreciation of the phrase “right person at the right time”.
Which is why I have been actively applying similar wisdom at every possible opportunity for the past few years. And the low-hanging fruit has never tasted better!
No man is an island. So we could all do well to learn to recognize a bridge when we see one.