In San Francisco Thursday (yesterday, today; same difference), there is some acclaim granted to Alex Lemon, an author of the book, Happy. I read a blurb about him and I will share his life with you:
"Alex Lemon is a thirty-year-old professor, critically acclaimed and award-winning poet, and recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. He’s also an ex-college baseball star, ex-rampant partier, and a survivor of multiple strokes and seizures due to a vascular malformation in his brain stem and an extremely dangerous surgery designed to correct it. He tells his incredible story in HAPPY."
Sure it's a memoir, the tired version of the novel, but this man is a professor by 30 and an award winning poet. While this may seem to be the disgruntled writings of a common individual, I merely am in awe of how these things are accomplished so quickly. I wonder about personal lives, I wonder about funding, I wonder about how they got there. In order to accomplish everything we want, must we give up the idea of a personal life? Frivolity, excess? The idea of screwing up over and over again?
Some accomplishments outweigh the others. No one cares if you're eight years sober. You don't put that on your resume. If you are eight years into your dissertation? I guess that counts. The only way getting through a difficult life gets recognition as an accomplishment is through exploitation. Sharing every grueling detail of hurt and pain with millions of people. Tears along the way. People eat that shit up.
Yet, I continue to ask: what of wealth and connections? Who are these people who become such successes and how did they do it? Will they give us normal folks some advice? Some direction in the pathway to accomplishment? Perhaps we are to discover that route on our own, but at what cost?
We live in the moment, we live freely - to think as we wish. Most of us do not go beyond exploration of ourselves in order to figure out what we want. But in a moment of clarity, I have figured out my ambition, my hobby, my GREATNESS. The legwork is what gets in the way every time.

























