When is enough too much?

My friend Nikos was showing me one of his projects on a computer.

We were in our late-morning attire (i.e. PJs) after a hard couple of hours of coffee and frank conversation. Nikos is a man after my own heart: a sociologist and philosopher. He was going through something he had worked on for school (I think…it’s been a few years). One of the charts was about emotional highs and lows.

He asked me if I was someone who thought it would be better to experience elation and deep sadness, or if I’d prefer a more stable emotional state. The chart showed a red line resembling the results of a heart monitor with sharp ups and downs, and then a blue line with relative flatness—only slight bumps.

To be honest, I picked the boring line. From a practical view, I thought it would be better to count on myself that, on any given day, I’d be ready to face down life.

Nikos was blown away. He always was someone who tried for the limits of life. He was taken aback, I think, that someone would want the boring line. And I started to wonder if I had bad priorities.

I had always been focused on doing things well. In college, I shifted majors often, but I always excelled. I adapted and learned my ephemeral trades as fully as I could. Later, when I finally settled down on a major (video media production), I kept pushing.

I pulled all-nighters, purchased my own gear, produced films that won some local nods. Again, always going for being the best.

But I never did much apart from my studies, never really dated around or explored relationships. I did have a lot of friends, but only a scant few good ones. I don’t know how I was to live with, but I know I could be distant—always focusing on work.

After college, I plunged into the Army life and tried my hand at writing. I pushed to learn what I could. And I think I’ve done all right. Things have turned out nicely. I’ve worked to enough milestones to say I’m a writer—quality always notwithstanding.

Yet I still think back to that time with Nikos and wonder if I’m still on the boring line. Have I not risked enough? Am I still too focused on work? Am I boring? Pretentious?

If so, there’s time to change. Nikos is someone I look up to for lessons on passionate living. I think it is a better way to live to want the highs and lows, even if it isn’t the most “productive” from a working standpoint.

After all, how much do small accolades and professional milestones matter in the ebb of life? I think back to all the speeches and introductions I’ve weathered as a listener, nodding off as the initial speaker cited professional credentials. I don’t remember much of what those speakers said, only that I hated hearing how blasted qualified they were.

Forget pure competence. There are more dimensions to life than work. With time and the new gig, I’ll try to break free a bit.


About salemonz

Born in San Diego, Calif. Raised as a Navy Brat, I jumped ship and crossed over to the Army. Served as an enlisted journalist for a bunch of years, then helped the DoD figure out what the hell to do with social media. After the Army, now I drift down the river of life, trying not to be a jerk.

2 responses to “When is enough too much?”

  1. Felyne says :

    I have a friend who used to get bitterly upset with me about this one – she was always in some drama with some guy – me, just happy in my own company. She said “it’s better to have loved and lost, than never loved at all” And I completely disagree with her. Perhaps it’s because I have friends doing all the spiking, and I watch knowing the hurt or elation they’re going through, but the cynic in me knows it won’t be long before they are on the opposite side of the bar again. I cherish stability. They see me as a flatliner – but equally I see them as a complete up and downer. I’m a given. If you call me up, 95% of the time it’s gonna be the same ‘hi, hows it going’. My friends on the other hands are like a box of chocolates – their number shows on your caller ID and you’re wondering what flavor you’re gonna get when you answer.

    The important thing to note is that neither way is right or wrong. We are who we are. What really matters is that you’re HAPPY and content and (for the most part) at peace with it all. My friends, even with their highs and lows, are happy. I, even with my flatline, am happy.

    Each to their own. Don’t change because you think others think you’re boring. Change because you’re unhappy.

  2. Joshua says :

    Yeah I hear ya, Fel. As much as I wonder if “flatlining” is the wrong way to go, I’m always seen as the stable one. You know, with friends coming to me for advice and all. So I guess there’s advantages to both.

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