April 26, 2011

Post #22: All we can do is keep breathing...

"Don't worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are good enough, you'll have to ram them down people's throats."

-Howard Aiken

I've been feeling frustrated recently. Thwarted. Stifled. Suffocated even.

Do you ever feel like you're sort of destined for greatness? Gosh, this makes me sound so conceited to say this, but just know that I don't mean it the way it sounds when I say that I do. But, really, do you ever feel like you have a specific purpose you should be striving to fulfill during this life? Or maybe not a specific one, but you at least have a feeling you were meant to do something certain? I have always had this nagging feeling that my energy is supposed to be filtered into a place I haven't found yet.

I asked my dad the other day if he thinks that's a feeling everyone has. Something to keep each of us going, waking up each morning. He said he has no way of knowing but that he knows he has always felt that way, too. So we decided that we believe everyone must feel that way, or at least that we hope everyone does.

I've always felt that my purpose is to find a way to help other people realize their potential. Maybe it's just a case of "those who can't do, teach," but I honestly feel like that's what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I would finally pave my path in life by helping other people pave theirs. Recently, I've had the chance to help my dad create his.

Basically, he has this incredible gift he wants to give the world. It's not breathtaking or dressed up in a hip package, but, when the idea is left to settle in your mind, you realize exactly how important and urgent it is.

I've been helping him plan it out and refine it. I've been brainstorming, calling him on my lunch breaks so we can give each other updates, and feeling the pain and frustration of rejection with him each step of the way. He is brilliant, honest, hardworking. He has a vision, he has faith in this incredible thing he has created, and he has a strong conviction that the right people will eventually see it for what it truly is: revolutionary.

It's understandable. People are afraid of what they don't know or haven't tried before. My dad can present his plan that has an unthinkably high level of reward for everyone involved, yet the people he has shared it with have turned a blind eye for fear of failure and the unknown. I get it though. They don't know him like I do. I can't say that I wouldn't be skeptical as well if I were in their shoes. In fact, I'd probably be the first one to be skeptical. They don't know that he's not a salesman, that's he's genuine, that they are lucky to have met him. I do though.

Maybe people will start to listen. Maybe his dream will become a reality. Or maybe there has been a greater purpose to our becoming teammates. No matter what happens, I will always be grateful that I've had the opportunity to get to know my dad in a different light and realize what a truly amazing man he is. Even if "the right people" never do.

1 comment:

  1. I consider myself lucky to have met the Hawekottes!