Thoughts In An Airport

Observing how people act in the airport gives you the biggest clue to success I know of. (I’m well aware I say this weekly, so that’s probably another clue that everything is just clues and signposts to something we can’t describe and your current focus most likely determines what’s most important to you at that time and it feels real).

One of the only things that has allowed me to have the patience, and persistence needed to get traction in business, and be able to handle extreme situations of stress like a boss is the ability to flip any situation in my mind.

People generally crumble and lose control in stressful situations yet the fix is ridiculously easy because there is no such thing as stress until you decide there is. I’m not saying to not feel it, I’m saying it’s a mental construct and a series of choices, it’s not “out there”.

If they think they might miss their flight, manners go out the window.

In my opinion, the airport brings out the worst (truth) in people.

The single thing that allows me to remain a rock, is the ability to reframe any situation very quickly into something good. I still feel the same emotions as everyone else, I’m just able to switch it to something else at incredible speed.

This is both a blessing and a curse. Some call it sociopathic, some call it deliberate control of focus, and some don’t even know what the fuck I’m rambling on about.

I do get into funks and sometimes they last a full day, but generally, I’m over, what could be deemed traumatic experiences, within hours. And fully over them too, they aren’t going to pop up 4 years from now in some repressed murder spree. I’ve been told I have extreme mental toughness and I believe them. But it wasn’t like that before. I trained it.

Because the truth and the trick is to believe there is ALWAYS a positive meaning simultaneously attached to every bad situation. Both exist (or don’t exist) because we are making it all up in our heads anyway.

Life is LITERALLY a self fulfilling prophecy.

Whatever you decide something means to you is what it means… and then people, places, and events unfold from that point as if it was true. It’s the damndest thing.

Everyone walking around thinking shit is just happening to them, and it is, because they believe it. But if you believed something else, that something else would show up instead and be just as real.

I keep thinking of an ancient Chinese parable:

“Once upon a time there was a Chinese farmer whose horse ran away. That evening, all of his neighbors came around to commiserate. They said, “We are so sorry to hear your horse has run away. This is most unfortunate.” The farmer said, “Maybe.”

The next day the horse came back bringing seven wild horses with it, and in the evening everybody came back and said, “Oh, isn’t that lucky. What a great turn of events. You now have eight horses!” The farmer again said, “Maybe.”

The following day his son tried to break one of the horses, and while riding it, he was thrown and broke his leg. The neighbors then said, “Oh dear, that’s too bad,” and the farmer responded, “Maybe.”

The next day the conscription officers came around to conscript people into the army, and they rejected his son because he had a broken leg. Again all the neighbors came around and said, “Isn’t that great!”

Again, he said, “Maybe.”