It’s those trying to convince you how great their lives are who are the most miserable.
“You want the secret?
Be Lame.
Have a couple friends. Love your family. Work really hard at your craft.
It’s the people trying to convince you how great their lives are with Instagram Reels who are the most miserable.
The Lame folks are the ones who are actually winning.”
-Ray Zingler on Twitter
I wake up, I read, I write, I spend time with my family, I train, spend more time with my family, go to work, come home spend more time with my family, read more, and then go to bed.
Sprinkle in a few of my athletes games each week, a few phone calls with my friends (who I can count on one hand) and potentially (probably begrudgingly) going out to dinner one time a quarter, that is my life.
I don’t like to travel. I don’t care for boats. I don’t need the latest model truck. And I’m not going to a concert unless it’s Hank Jr. or Tyler Childers. I don’t give a shit.
Give me my God, time, my family, my vocation, an ink pen, a few books, and a bunch of dogs and chickens, and truthfully that’s all I need.
There are times on Friday night’s I’m sitting there with little to do and it dawns on me when things temporarily slow down “I should be out with friends, or doing ‘x’, but I’m not. I’m sitting on the back deck with a book.”
I mean I am lame as hell. And guess what, I’ve learned to love it.
See like most young people in my late teens and early 20’s I was about that life.
You know the life where you START pregaming at 10pm only to go out at midnight.
I’m not demonzing it now, it was a fun ride for a few years, but then I grew up. I grew out of it.
All of these (truly) successful people I looked up to, who mentored me we’re actually really lame (by society’s standards) and I never understood where they found contentment in not “having fun”.
But that’s where I missed it and fortunately have now learned it.
They were having fun, it just didn’t look like a dark bar with drunk people screaming in it.
It was a more fulfilling type of fun. More lasting too.
I’m 32 years old. Not 20, but not 50 either and if I’ve learned anything, being lame is far more fulfilling then trying to convince people on the internet how great your life is from the patio of a brewery.
Be lame.
Most of the real winners are.
