Elton John had a song out a while ago. Your Song.
Newsweek, when it was still in print, had a page called My Turn (that had been before the Internet with immediate comments and re-tweet).
Now, the Art of the Start‘s author, Guy Kawasaki, asked readers what they want included in his next revision of the book.
Your chance.
Your 15-minutes of fame.
Smile, take the diploma and get off campus.
We all know that feeling of emptying out the space made for incoming replacement.
An office, a house or even a car with too many mileage on it.
We know we have had our chance, or exhausted it.
Others will see and seize the opportunity differently, from their angle and maybe the timing is better.
Tina Turner said that she had sung Proud Mary a thousand times, but the way it was delivered was different each time (largely because of different venue and audience).
So we have had our chance. Or making ways for new ones.
As long as we don’t waste our talent pursuing second-best options.
At work or in life, natural selection will nudge us along the time continuum.
No way around it.
Something in the DNA combo that send out signals to the world.
I am here.
I exist in the now.
Come and get me. Find me. I want to be found, to be validated and to be heard.
Some need stroking more than others. But all of us need and deserve a chance to make our marks.
With current almost-bounced back economy, here is our chance. Once again, to “see the good side of the city… on the riverboat Queen”.
The fact that we are still here is a testimony to everyone’s resilience. I might not write as smoothly as Tom Clancy, look as husky as Paul Walker, or think as different as Steve Jobs. But I am still here, blogging along. So are you. Go celebrate life. Explore and exhaust all your chances. Chances are, there are still plenty , unexploited and begging to dance (to quote Jackson Browne ” Opportunity likes to dance with those who are already on the dance floor”). “I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind, I wrote down…these lines”.
Albert Einstein once said ” the saddest tragedy in life is a wasted talent”. Along that line, I would say, the most disappointed thing in life is to miss your Andy Warhol’s 15-minutes of fame. So walk up there, take your diploma, and smile at the camera. And one more for your mom. It’s a digital age now. Don’t worry about those wasted shots way back then, when each of us was rationed with only 36 shots on a roll or the weekly My Turn. In Marketing class, we used to dream of inventing deodorant to sell to the billions in China. Now, we got 14 Billions eye balls ready to peruse our pitch, 24/7. Turns out that it’s not the lack of opportunity on the dance floor (or the floor itself for that matter). It’s our feet which are reluctant and us recluse. Frogs-in-slow-boiled state. Don’t know where to start? Tell Guy Kawasaki. Your chance to have input and insecurity dissipated.