DON’T WASTE TIME, EXPLORE YOUR POTENTIALS

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Life is a stage, so says the famous Williams Shakespeare. Everyone has a role to play in this Universe. Greatness in its entirety lies within one’s self, hence the path of exploring your potentials to attain greatness in your lifetime.

I came across a very interesting yet inspiring article (dramatic) by Bruce Kasanoff, and I thought I should share with you.  According to the author, it’s fiction. Trust me it is worth you time.

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It’s seldom a good sign when you are 2,000 miles from home and the phone rings in the middle of the night. I grabbed for it, my stomach already clenching.

“Hey Bruce, it’s Lilly.”

Lilly? It takes me a few seconds, but I remember…

Lilly, who started a wine company, by walking around San Francisco and inviting restaurant owners to share a glass of her first vintage.

Lilly, who went to Africa to create more sources of clean water… the very same night the thought occurred to her.

Lilly, a friend of a friend, with whom I felt a bond that couldn’t be explained.

That Lilly.

“You busy?”

I smiled. “Lilly, it’s 4 a.m. here.”

“Yeah, I figured you’d have time to talk. Plus, I saw online you were on the road. You know I still read your stuff almost every day. If I have access, of course.”

Still half asleep in the dark, I almost blushed. It had been at least ten years since I’d seen Lilly. I would have guessed she’d forgotten me.

“Can you put on some music?”

“Now? On the call?”

“Yeah, I would, but I don’t have any.”

The thing about Lilly was that she was always making crazy requests, and people would just do them. Earlier in the night, I was listening to The John Butler Trio Live at Red Rocks, so I just started it up again.

“Much better. Nice choice. Hey, Bruce, I gotta tell you something. It’s pretty important.”

She paused for a long time, then continued.

“You’re so very close, Bruce.” She paused again.

“Not sure I follow you, Lilly.”

“You’re a good guy and you’re talented, and you have a great heart, and you work hard.”

A “but” was on the way, I could see it coming.

“Imagine, just imagine, what you could accomplish if you were always there. I don’t mean for an hour or two at a time. I mean day after day, week after week. How long could you keep it going? Could you spend a month in that state? A year? Maybe two? More? Could you? What would it take?”

Now she was talking in time to the music, tossing out words in spurts.

This wasn’t a completely foreign subject to me, although I rarely discussed it at 4 a.m. “You mean to be present, right?”

“Yeah, present. Completely present. 100%. Present. In the zone. It’s possible you know. You can do it. I’m not just blowing smoke at you. You could stay there for an incredibly, amazingly long time. You’ve got a good, long run in you. I’ve never said this to anyone else, and I just had to tell you. I wish I could have told you…”

Was she crying? She got quiet, and I thought I heard her starting to sob.

Then more silence.

“Lilly?”

“We both screwed up. I should have told you sooner, but you should have figured it out long ago. You aim too low, you know? You get a burst of inspiration, it lasts maybe 45 minutes, and you thank the heavens above. That’s trivial. Not even worth mentioning. That’s not a life, it’s a fast food stop. It’s a blip, an afterthought, a pale shadow of your potential. Do you understand your potential? I know you don’t, that’s why I had to call.”

She laughed.

“Hey, Bruce?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not going to forget what I said.”

“Of course not, Lilly.”

“That wasn’t a question. You’re not going to forget what I said because your phone recorded this entire call. Sorry that I don’t have more time. Truly sorry. So long.”

Huh? I stared at the phone in my hand, then finally put it down and laid back in bed. A few minutes later, I jumped up and pulled out my laptop. I looked up Lilly on Facebook. Nothing. LinkedIn? Nothing. No Twitter either.

Then I found it, a short piece in the Kalamazoo news section on Mlive.com. It was two weeks old.

Lilly Raymond, 47, died in a boating accident on Lake Michigan.

A sense of calm came over me, inexplicably strong. My normal reactions were no longer in play. My brain wasn’t spinning, my stomach wasn’t clenching. I took my time, but there was no doubt in my mind. I swiped down on my phone and searched for Voice Memos, an app I never use.

There was one recording there. I pressed Play.

“Hey Bruce, it’s Lilly.”handmade miniature roses

Hey, it’s me again, the real Bruce. I have a few questions for you.

  1. Has anyone ever tried to tell you something, but you weren’t ready to listen? Before you answer, think carefully. I bet it happens more than you realize.
  2. Have YOU ever tried to tell someone else that you believe in them – deeply – but they just weren’t hearing you?

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That one idea that keeps popping up in your head can change the world for good and make you a huge success. Why not explore it?

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